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[oi_theoi]

Who: You =D
When: Day 114, Evening and alll night long~
Where: In ur dreams
What: Dream post!

[Maybe you have gotten used to the regular hum of the HQ's engines as it flies slowly over a rippling canopy. Maybe you even find their sound soothing as you drift off tonight... Or maybe you don't drift off at all, maybe wherever you are, whatever you were doing, you just find yourself inexplicably sleepy.

Whatever it is, you end up in dreams. Your dreams? Or someone else's? It's hard to say.]



((OOC: DREAM POST!

For those of you who have never participated in a dream post, everyone interested in running a character's dream posts a top level comment and people comment to that to be in that character's dream. There are basically no rules about how it works! Be a lucid dreamer, don't be, figure it out halfway through, push and pull between who controls the dream. w/e have fun! If you need an OOC excuse to be asleep you can totally assume Rew's power just made your character unreasonably tired at some point. Solitary dreamers will find ocean waters rising in and drowning out their dreams, but Rew won't be making any appearances in this post.))

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[beautymark]

[It feels dark everywhere in here.

There is a lot of magic being passed around in that bedroom, and some tendrils of black spiritual something.

The closet contains the same person from in the kitchen, only this time he's looking worn thin and stressed beyond belief, and he's clearly been crying for quite some time, curled into a tiny ball. He looks up, blinking against the light.]

You shouldn't be here.

[unhappymedium]

[He's ready to use ofuda if he needs to fight something off. However, he focuses on Saber, and holds out his hand.]

Neither should you.

Why are you here?

[beautymark]

[Shrinks back from that hand.

He's a spirit too, but so would any version of him be. It's been a looong time since he was fully human.]

I'm hiding from the rest of me.

[unhappymedium]

The rest of you... [lowers his hand]

What happened?

[beautymark]

It's... black. And she feeds it.

[not all sane in here nope]

[unhappymedium]

[She...]

[shoots a look to the bedroom door]

How do I stop it?

[beautymark]

You can't. We'll all die.

[unhappymedium]

You're already a spirit... and I've already died, too.

[beautymark]

[a small, bitter laugh]

A spirit can die over and over. I'll wake up again and that darkness will still be there.

[unhappymedium]

[Kneels on one knee to get closer to his level.]

Nothing can change if you stay here. You'll be hiding forever.

[beautymark]

[shakes his head and presses his back against the wall]

Better hidden than erased. It will kill you too, if you stay.

[unhappymedium]

We'll see. I'm an onmyouji - a medium. If I can exorcise it, I'll try.

[He stands.] I'll come back if can.

[beautymark]

[He stares up at him for a moment, then drops his head.]

You can try.

[Then he laughs -- a tiny, unhinged thing followed by a shaky, sing-song voice]

But you can't rip it out~

[After that, this version winks out of existence.]

[unhappymedium]

[That was disturbing... Expression firm, he closes the closet door. Whatever happened to Saber must have been very bad.]

[Goes to open the bedroom door.]

[beautymark]

[There is definitely some sex going on in here. It's also very clear that there is something very wrong with the relationship. The woman is visibly dominant and visibly enamoured and enthusiastic, but this version of Saber is even more off than the last one. His expression is flickering between a bitter kind of affection and openly sobbing, back and forth like a bulb about to go out.

Also his tears are weird dark liquid that looks a little like blood but hey.]

[unhappymedium]

[Takes one look and steps in towards them.]

...Stop it!

[beautymark]

[The whole image freezes, as if someone hit "pause". For a moment it's dead still, before Saber starts breathing again.

A beat, and everything but him dissolves until it's a bare, dim bedroom instead of a fancy one. He coughs once (more "blood" on his lips) and pulls himself into the fetal position.]

...That was rude.

[unhappymedium]

[Stands near him when things dissolve.]

You were crying. Are you all right?

[beautymark]

[A short, bitter laugh, and the tears start up again -- still thick and black and strange.]

No.

[He cracks a wide, unstable smile anyway.]

Look, it's leaking...

[unhappymedium]

[Quietly, as gentle as he can.]

Saber... Who was she?

[beautymark]

She was the one who loved me.

[He stares off into space, listening to something.

There's a faint hissing that might just be the whispers from the dark place.]

[unhappymedium]

[Love...]

But you don't feel the same.

[That's a guess, anyway. He feels a twinge of familiarity.]

[beautymark]

...No, that's not it. "I" hate her. But "I" love her. It's easy to do when you're in pieces. A "me" for every death. One to fear, one to love... and one to pretend the others don't exist. Ah, but he's new.

[unhappymedium]

[You broke yourself apart?]

"He"?

[beautymark]

You're from that place, aren't you? If you meet me there, it's that "me". The first one you saw here. That part of me likes to think I'm fixable.

[His laugh says he doesn't agree. Also, the floor is starting to get wet, as ore of that black stuff leaks in from nowhere.]

Whose dream is this, do you think?