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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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[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?

[unhappymedium]

[That moment of IT'S A DREAM, OH.]

[Edging back away from the dark matter, he brings up his hand as if prepared to speak a mantra and tries to get a sense of what was wrong. Possession? A spell? Or just a soul who poisoned themselves with their emotions.]

Do you really believe you can't be fixed?

[beautymark]

[There's definitely a sense of magic. But it isn't a singular "spell" -- it's more of a creeping corruption from outside that's left a seed here, and that seed's fed on the already overpowering negative emotions his heart carries. The mud (and that's certainly what it is) is the form that corruption takes, and this version of him is the part it's taken.]

Of course not. This soul is rotten. If you cut "me" out, you'd be left with a shell.

[He laughs again, stands up, and he's suddenly outfitted for battle with sword in hand.]

I keep thinking it'd be better to forget who I was and just give in. The other parts of me are so small... they'll drown in this hate eventually. Right now I can only dream of killing you, but one day there won't be anything between "me" and waking up.

[unhappymedium]

If it's rotten, then it really can't stay.

[Backs off and throws down an ofuda on the ground to try and hold the mud away.]

What use is there in killing me?

1/2

[beautymark]

[The mud seems a bit alive.

It stops, as if testing, then surges forward again.]

What use...?

[He seems as if he's considering this, then shrugs it off and smiles a feverish, insane smile.]

It would feel good. I'm always restrained, awake...

[beautymark]

You should probably not fight it.

[The Saber from the kitchen is in the doorway now, still holding his oven mitt.]

It's not your dream.

[unhappymedium]

[The ofuda flares bright, hot at the mud, burning quickly against it.]

This isn't who you really are. Wake up!

[He begins to chant a mantra and the air around him is abuzz with faint power. Throws an ofuda at Saber's face, sticking by force if it hits - exorcism things are happening! They are happening right now!]

[beautymark]

[This would probably work better not in a dream. As it is it's a contest of wills, which makes everything sluggish and half-effective and freaks the saner of the two Sabers right out.]

Stop it! All of me is a spirit! You can't take out just part, not even here!