thusia | (no subject)

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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As I said, be as wary as you like. I wouldn't try to convince someone using only words.

How would you try, then?

[He sits down, waiting for something.]

The plan was simply to carry on as I have. Isn't that the only way?

[remains standing since Tyki seems tense]

[From some distance away, two figures approach. It's Road and Cyril, though they look a little... transparent. Whatever, they're walking over.]

[Frowns at this and straightens up, moving aside, a bit more tensed]

[They both sit down next to Tyki, chattering cheerfully at him-- cheerfully and silently. Although they definitely look like they're talking, no sound is made. The grass doesn't even bend under their shoes.]

[He sighs.]

[Ah... Switches to frowning at Tyki, more of a thoughtful expression than anything.]

What is it?

[Despite the relative cheer of the situation, he seems to be dreading something. Cyril wraps an arm around his shoulder, and he doesn't move away.]

You probably want to move back a little. Might get blood on your clothes if you're not careful.

[Takes a step forward instead, hand going to his barrier talismans]

[He just shakes his head and turns his attention back to Cyril specifically.]

[A few heartbeats later, a gunshot can be heard that seems to fill the entire area. Cyril falls to the ground, a corresponding bullet hole appearing in his forehead, and Road disappears shortly afterwards.]

[THE BIRDS DON'T CARE THO, they keep singing like little jackasses]

[Feels his own chest tighten even though he doesn't even care about the other Noah, reminded suddenly of a completely different moment--long blond waves of hair, a small, battle-calloused hand slipping away just beyond his grasp...]

--Tyki Mikk.

[Ignores you and sits down next to the body, but not without an expression of "what on earth do you want".]

[Marching over there quite suddenly, dropping down, both hands shooting out to grasp him by the shoulders, grip firm enough to perhaps give him a jolt]--wake up.

[Flinching away from the contact, false calm breaking very quickly. EXCUSE ME I WAS BUSY!!]

Don't touch me--

[WHUPS HE'S NOT RELENTING HIS HOLD UNTIL YOU OR HE OR THEY BOTH WAKE UP, not the most pleasant of feelings to wake to but you've been stuck in this nightmare long enough]

[Starting to curse frantically in a mixture of English and Portuguese and also some incoherent terrified noises until-]

[With terrible, sudden jolt, the dream ends. Yaaaaay mission accomplished!]