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ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2013-08-09 07:07 pm

Event | Landfall | Dreaming

Characters: Any and every!
Date: August 10th - 31, 2013
Location: The realm of Dreaming as accessed via Sinbrilee
Situation: Dreaming is but one of the three realms and here characters are subject to their fanciful thoughts.
Warnings/Rating: Please place content warnings in subject headers!

Sinbrilee | Dreaming | Death


Life. Dreaming. Death. Three realms overlaid upon one another and yet each distinctly their own. They dwell in Life and do so live upon the back of the great turtle as those of Sinbrilee did upon the shell of his sister. However, there stand numerous arches of marble throughout the ruined city that are inlaid with runes beyond understanding. Those that live and breathe which step through those whose runes glow with faint, iridescent light tread instead into the realm of Dreaming.

Here, there exists no single defining characteristic beyond the visitor's imagination. The landscape sculpts to their individual thoughts, the events to their dreams. From a drab gray nothing to the most brilliant of displays, the senses perceive all that they wish to perceive for all that nothing here truly exists. This far from Tu Vishan, the ability to shape their surroundings is all they have, for Sinbrilee's Dreaming does not have the energy to sustain powers, only the bodies of those that dwell here.

Should two parties near, then the Mesh begins. Dreams, you see, not only can be shared, but they strive to be. These visions sculpted into reality reach out for one another and blend. They begin an exchange akin to a linking of the minds, within which one visitor can learn the other's deepest thoughts. Their limitation is but compatibility, for two minds that cannot flow upon the same current cannot hold the Mesh.

Happiness or loss, the landscape and events play out memories and fancies with a most convincing air. The mood rises and falls with the tide of the visitor's mind, detached as they are from the soothing influence of a great turtle's mind. Nothing here, however, is real; 'constructs' simply fade if taken through the archways and even the greatest scientific minds or tools will reveal nothing of its source. This is an ancient magic of an ancient realm, long practised in concealing itself from any prying.

Note: Due to the fluid and highly individual nature of Dreaming, no official subheaders will be provided in the comments of this post. Feel free to post and thread however you like, so long as the rules of Dreaming are adhered to.
imaginate: ([lantern] big damn heroes)

[personal profile] imaginate 2013-08-19 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
'Most people are.'

What makes you different?
unetrustworthy: (behind the gun)

[personal profile] unetrustworthy 2013-08-19 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you going to hurt me?"

A not quite change in topic, turning her body a little more to focus on Kyle. Her eyes peered up at him cautiously. Observing, but still unafraid.
imaginate: ([kyle] fears made into light)

[personal profile] imaginate 2013-08-19 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
'No.'

He answers without hesitation.

'There's things in here that will.'
unetrustworthy: (pic#6421346)

[personal profile] unetrustworthy 2013-08-19 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Like what?"
imaginate: ([kyle] hung my head)

[personal profile] imaginate 2013-08-19 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
'Monsters.'

He picks careful, simple terms, not because she's a child, but because they're perfectly descriptive of what lives in his mind.

'Come on, let's go before they find us.'
unetrustworthy: (pic#6421340)

[personal profile] unetrustworthy 2013-08-19 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Normally, she would agree. Her sense of self-preservation could be strong if there were no other lives on the line beside her own. The problem was, she was also curious. And the haze of the dream had dulled her senses until the curiosity briefly took over.

"...can I see?"
elevenoutoften: (Rat tat tat)

[personal profile] elevenoutoften 2013-08-19 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Stop saying that! I'm very aware that I probably shouldn't be here but I'm not overly sure just where here is so how should I know?

[He was very confused and very sure that he had to find Clara. That was about it. All he could latch onto and know was real. He wasn't exactly sure what he was meant to do other than that so really, could they focus on the easiest task first? Then explain the unexplainable later?

Hearing faint noise in the distance, he spins on the spot and frowns. She was nearby! He moves closer towards the sound, hoping it was actually her.]


I think I saw you-- maybe. Hopefully it was you or else be ready to run. We aren't alone.
oathwalk: (man's best support is a very dear friend)

[personal profile] oathwalk 2013-08-19 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Very good. A laughing Lambda is a good one.] That isn't the impression I've gotten from others.
hackingyoursensors: Young Justice, Robin and Batman smiling while standing side-by-side (R • fighting; run!)

[personal profile] hackingyoursensors 2013-08-19 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
In retrospect, it would. But right now, Dick is concentrating, filling his heart (and therefore the ring) with as much hope as possible.

And then the yellow is gone. Not gone forever-- Dick is pretty sure you can't actually kill fear-- but gone for now. He floats down to the floor of the corridor, completely exhausted. But when he sees a figure limping toward him, he pulls his last reserves of energy and runs toward it.

"Kyle? Kyle!"
wintershepherd: (waiting)

[personal profile] wintershepherd 2013-08-19 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
While she was looking at the view, Jack slid his arms around her waist, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin comfortably on her shoulder, eyes drifting to half mast.

"Yeah. But now the view is perfect."
depicted: (don't have to drive a super car)

[personal profile] depicted 2013-08-19 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll handle it." Everything decays, time's effect on fast forward, and then up go the skyscrapers and stone streets of Manhattan. It's the 1930s, and war is coming again. War is always coming. The busy city gets on with its life.

Dorian rests his head on his chin and looks at Bruce. "You ought to leave Dreaming. It's really only suited for the innocent and the painfully nostalgic. I hope you are neither."
depicted: (got false lights for the sun)

oh I know :D

[personal profile] depicted 2013-08-19 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
He lets himself be led along, listening to her explanation in amusement. "That's as ridiculous a tradition as it gets. I love it already. A pastime for the nobles, I take it?"

Dorian focuses on Bryn as he walks, but with one eye he takes in the walkways, the peek of plantlife on rooftops, the little features of architecture foreign to anything he has ever seen before. He watches the people, too, their differences in dress and appearance, the way they mix together or don't. A new city. A new experience.
backwordscompatible: (Best Kidnapping Ever)

[personal profile] backwordscompatible 2013-08-19 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Still in something of a slight daze from the breathtaking display, she instinctively placed her arms lightly over his, leaning back into the unusually warm embrace. He was comfortable. Very comfortable. Both his presence, and the feel of his arms around her. The difference in their heights made them a near perfect fit, even when he bent down to rest his head against her shoulder.

It had yet to dawn on her that the gesture might mean something different to him than it did to her.

"I should've known you were just old-fashioned enough to be a hopeless romantic." Despite the shared moment, her tone was still more friendly teasing than sentimental. Like she was joking. "Remind me why you don't have a girlfriend yet?"
wintershepherd: (surprise)

[personal profile] wintershepherd 2013-08-19 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Not unlike Traci's own magic, Jack had become attuned to the rhythm of Keeliai and could thus tell when her wandering disrupted it. Determined to find out what was causing tension in his city, he was understandably stunned to see a familiar face.

"... Traci? How did... you're back?"
wintershepherd: (rueful)

[personal profile] wintershepherd 2013-08-19 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack smiled and pressed a cool, simple kiss to her shoulder. "You're here."
backwordscompatible: (that desperate)

[personal profile] backwordscompatible 2013-08-19 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
That got her attention; she physically stiffened when he kissed her shoulder. Smile melting away into an expression of uncertainty and mild confusion.

"Jack..." She asked hesitantly. "What are you doing?"
depicted: (we're going to hell we're going to hell)

[personal profile] depicted 2013-08-19 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Dorian greets the emotions turning on him with impassivity. If Javert suffers from emotions outside his control, Dorian's suffering is the opposite. "You told me you wanted Paris traded out for England. It seems your mind is rather persistently disagreeing."

It doesn't mean anything to him. Battles and barricades—what of it? This is a small-scale massacre compared to what he has known.

(The sound of a machine gun mixes with Javert's orchestrations. Mustard gas can be smelled from a distance. Somewhere, a building is burning down.)

"What do you want with this? To stay?"
aloadeddie: (shit is going down)

[personal profile] aloadeddie 2013-08-19 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course it would change, instead of just collapsing. Though, given all the rubble, it was doing a lot of both, as far as Arthur could tell.

"My name is Arthur, and you need to try to calm down," he said, holding out his hands placatingly. "You're in a dream."
cowled: (pic#4619343)

[personal profile] cowled 2013-08-19 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
There are few voices belonging to anyone alive he recognizes better than that voice, and Bruce closes his eyes very briefly. Selina. Another ghost, an echo of his history laid bare and scattered here. He'd thought his control was better than that.

(I'm slipping, he thinks, but the thought is fleeting. He's survived worse than a sedentary life)

"Selina." He turns to her, and it's his instinct to hide the injury, but he doesn't. He holds out his hand. It's a dream, he can... afford the small comfort she provides. Always has provided, with her presence.
sophos: (pic#4803598)

[personal profile] sophos 2013-08-19 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
She watches her friend move, wide-eyed and worried, but she's keeping her balance so far. Annabeth hadn't even realized that was possible.

She wants to warn her again, say no. "But I didn't - I," she dares to glance downward at it, following the line of webbing straight into the pit. She closes her eyes again tightly over it. Escaping the fall didn't happen. She couldn't.

But the fall happened already. That and Vanessa's presence is stirring something, and suddenly there's a small shift - the ledge under Vanessa's feet seems to grow bigger, making it a lot less easy for the other girl to lose her balance. "I don't want you to fall," she mutters, her voice still cracked and hoarse, but maybe not quite so hopeless.
sophos: (pic#4369135)

[personal profile] sophos 2013-08-19 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[She grins, almost rolling her eyes.] It's not work. Well, I mean, technically it is. But I want to be an Architect, I always have. You don't get much better a privilege than becoming official Architect of Olympus.
sophos: (pic#5603440)

[personal profile] sophos 2013-08-19 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
It is real, it did happen - just not like this. And something he says draws in her attention. "Gates. What gates?"

She tries to think back - what was happening before all this started again? Crossing the gates. If it's not happening, then what it is? She clutches at Frank's hand, tries to pull herself up, too, but she can't shake the feeling of the web around her ankle and her own damn pride. But she has to try.

The hissing voice from the pit laughs, then speaks, "The goddess would have preferred the Son of Poseidon to match, but the Son of Mars should be more than acceptable!"
bindsthedead: (art-shock)

Sorry for the lateness and shortness.

[personal profile] bindsthedead 2013-08-19 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Javert!" The mist thinned as Sabriel's dream met Javert's, but Sabriel didn't realize what was happening until Javert hit the water.

Sheathing her sword, Sabriel burst into action, reaching into the water with both hands. This might not exactly be Death, but she didn't know what effect the water would have- or what would happen if Javert was swept beyond the first gate.
cowled: (pic#4619350)

[personal profile] cowled 2013-08-19 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
No.

[He holds out his hand to take hers. Whatever else has happened in his life, Bruce is a protector first. And seeing Zatanna like this-- this age--

He thinks of another little girl he failed. The one that lead to his addiction to the predecessor to Bane's venom. She drowned because he was too weak to help, and he has to give himself a moment to banish that memory to some dark corner of his mind.]


But I'll help you find him. We can do it together, all right? Giovanni will be worried about you.
cowled: (pic#4619343)

[personal profile] cowled 2013-08-19 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
There it is again, that age. The burden. All the most beautiful things in the world hide all the worst poisons, and Bruce has a brief, visceral moment of sharp curiosity. What does the portrait look like, after all this time? What is Dorian's true face?

(He knows his own, after all.)

"I think I'd prefer not to leave you alone, if it's all the same to you." Bruce exerts a little of his will, and the decay grinds to a halt around them, and the city streets smell of Gotham. It isn't a pleasant scent, oil and exhaust and decay both urban and otherwise. A street sign that's been painted over to say Crime Alley is in the distance, but the landscape fades back to Manhattan after a moment, and twists before it settles back to the time and era of Dorian's choosing.