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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.
definingfuture: (Default)

No I am pure and good

[personal profile] definingfuture 2013-09-02 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[He glances back at Asbel as if he realizes, at least on some level, that he's not making sense. But he's stubborn. Too stubborn to let go even when they're in a dangerous situation. But at least he can be honest.]

Memories.

[Even though he knows they're no longer there. He still wants to believe that he can recover what he lost.]
definingfuture: (Default)

[personal profile] definingfuture 2013-09-02 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Take over. So you can move from body to body?

[He'd sound more dismayed by this if he weren't familiar with some strange things. Being Iron Man means seeing things he can't always explain or that don't readily make sense. And as unsettling as the concept is, he's not going to condemn Lambda for the way he's forced to live. Maybe they just hadn't been able to find a good solution yet. That is the responsibility of people like Tony himself.]

Is that what you want? For him to have a body that won't die?
wintershepherd: (knowing)

[personal profile] wintershepherd 2013-09-02 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
It seemed to take a moment for the Dream to catch up with her line of questioning and Jack looked oddly puzzled at the question. The Dream was like a living thing, constantly evolving, adapting. So after a moment, it seemed to click and Jack grinned, abruptly at ease once more.

"Because of all the kids here, I stayed. I'm a Guardian for all the kedan now, here on Tu Vishan. They needed one and I needed... them."
backwordscompatible: (serene)

[personal profile] backwordscompatible 2013-09-02 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
The Wind. But you smell good too, Mister Frosty.

[She tried to lean over, so that she could see his eyes. Upside-down, but it didn't matter to her. Her forehead lightly touched his in an awkward moment before she was able to regain her balance. Somewhat.]

And thank you for staying with me. Will you be my friend?
wintershepherd: (friendship)

[personal profile] wintershepherd 2013-09-02 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
That Bruce knew seemed enough for Jack, not minding the uncertainty still emanating from the man. It would come in time, of that he had absolute confidence; the Dream building on the seeds of what Jack already felt. And though Bruce didn't speak aloud what he was unfamiliar with, the feelings were there in the firelight and Jack addressed them.

"You deserve it. You always have."
everylittlegirl: (wait are you crazy)

[personal profile] everylittlegirl 2013-09-02 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Her instinct, when his hand tightens, is immediately to withdraw. She instinctively flinches just after he closes his eyes, expecting a different progression instead, not even thinking about the fact that he'll likely feel the gesture even without seeing it. When Hayley's expectations are again broken by the strange man before her, she watches him and holds her ground in silence, waiting until the conflict either escalates or passes before she makes any further movements.

Bruce's non-verbal response is a reveal and confirmation of everything she has suspected in some way or another even before he speaks. Fear immediately colors her expression as the lab around them shifts and the woman fades, and her heart still pounds with the stress of the moment even once serenity has returned.

The way the woman looks at Bruce is a suggestion of another kind, the smallest fragment of another sliver of his life he refuses to share without prying. But now is not the time to pry. She's already realized that.

Instead, her eyes return to him as soon as he opens his mouth, her near perfect facade now marred with anxiety at every edge. She's not afraid of him, exactly, but the situation does provoke fight or flight and Hayley has never instinctively been a fighter of that nature. She knows that he's not her father and will never fear him in that way, at least. Not given all she knows. Besides, Bruce is far from a father figure to her. He's unclassified, an anomaly in her otherwise generally black-and-white life.

His words immediately captive and fascinate her. Respect, curiosity, understanding. She feels each in turn. At his elaboration, she nods slowly. After the haunting tone of her father in the previous room, she understands Bruce's sentiment for what it is and not the implied threat that she might perceive from nearly anyone else.

"I get it," she offers honestly. Because he said he's angry all the time; because she just saw the world around them flicker; because this malleable place has a way of cultivating and exploiting weaknesses. Besides, dangerous or not, Bruce doesn't seem the type to threaten her as a defense mechanism. Not like that. Not when it's his own life she tampers with.

After a beat, she slowly releases her hand from his, waiting until he does the same to pull her hand away. It's a very subtle way of suggesting that the physical separation is mutual and not a retreat or display of aggression. Her previous words have irreparably shredded their temporary unity and now, though she fails to recognize it as such, she feels just the slightest hint of shame for ruining that.

"So.. now what?" Father figure or not, he's still the adult and a lot better at controlling all this stuff than she is.
sophos: (pic#4801135)

[personal profile] sophos 2013-09-02 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
Annabeth doesn't stand up when he does, not quite sure she can trust her legs to hold her yet. She can feel herself still shaking.

She wishes she hadn't gone through it again, either. But she does. Over and over, even before the existence of the other planes was revealed as legitimate, she's gone through the sequence of it. At least this time she didn't fall. Arachne's voice has disappeared entirely. Her leg doesn't feel broken anymore - maybe a little sore. Finally, she begins climbing to her feet, the process a little wobbly. "Me neither," she mutters, not quite meeting Frank's eyes. "Do you know - where the archway is?" To get out. She needs to get out of here.
sophos: (pic#4368983)

[personal profile] sophos 2013-09-02 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
One less fall is still a relief. And she's glad for the correction, because she didn't really want to do so herself. When Vanessa suggests climbing, Annabeth looks up the walls of the pit.

Suddenly the top doesn't seem so far away. Fifteen feet has been halved, and there are more nooks and crannies on the way up. She doesn't know if this is her own will, or Vanessa's, or maybe even Vanessa's influence over her, but it's a relief to see it so much smaller a climb. "I'll try," she says, quietly. It looks more possible this time. "You go first. Please."

It's not that she thinks she's going to fall. She'd just rather watch Vanessa do it first, watch to make sure it's definitely possible. And maybe having her waiting at the top first will help, too. In the meantime, she shakily climbs to her feet, resting her palms against the rocks for balance and breathing in carefully.
wingedwarrior: (well shit)

[personal profile] wingedwarrior 2013-09-02 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Do you have any way to contact your dad? [They've got to start working somewhere, and Shayera would rather not mess around in someone else's mind.]
bonvivant: (pic#6382942)

[personal profile] bonvivant 2013-09-02 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
If you say so.

That's quite a racket. [And he's pretty sure it's not something of his own doing.]
disfavored: (you're in my way)

[personal profile] disfavored 2013-09-02 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
"...What do you know about that?" he said, suddenly hostile, "Whatever it is, we can't discuss it here!"
disfavored: (Younger // Sigh)

[personal profile] disfavored 2013-09-02 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
Please don't tell anyone! He'll kill me! [He seems genuinely scared that he might actually be killed for that.]
disfavored: (Younger // Pout)

[personal profile] disfavored 2013-09-02 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
Alright. What is it?
backwordscompatible: (Power from Within)

[personal profile] backwordscompatible 2013-09-02 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[She shook her head.]

Daddy says I'm not old enough to have a cell phone yet.
givenanonymity: (Default)

[personal profile] givenanonymity 2013-09-02 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
That's my sister you jack ass. [Instantly alert. Instantly on guard. Like a growling dog. Shoving away from the table he moves toward the door, tugging at it with a wild desperation.

It won't open. For him.]



Open the fucking door!


Edited 2013-09-02 17:56 (UTC)
browbeater: Ooooooh it's too real. (No more destination no more pain.)

[personal profile] browbeater 2013-09-02 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"The harbor?" His voice sounded reasonably unsure, and there was definite a genuine element to that.

This kid was a long, long way from the harbor. And despite his attempts to seem put together and not afraid, Mako could see through that easily. When you don't often have to worry, it's really obvious when something's worrying you. And Mako was assuming this kid was short on nothing except possibly worry. But still, he did have a sword. So perhaps being helpful was the better tack here.

"The harbor's on the other side of town... this place is actually kind of dangerous. How'd you get so lost?"
browbeater: Ooooooh it's too real. (Go go baby don't go.)

[personal profile] browbeater 2013-09-02 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
His mother is talking to someone-- a man with a red scarf. And all the people seem to fade into blurred figures. She readjusts the scarf, and whispers something to him that seems a bit worried. He reassures her with a soft smile, "It's fine, honey. I love it." Bolin clearly more strongly resembles him than Mako does, and he seems easy going compared to his wife.

Somehow their voices carry, but such is the logic of a dream. Mako is still staring at Korra, when Bolin runs back to his father, and tugs his pants excitedly, this time for something new. Whatever it is, his father picks him up, and grins. "Dumplings sound like a great idea, don't they honey?"

Mako makes a face at Korra before taking her hand. "Do you wanna get dumplings too?" he asks her.
leviathaned: (There's absolutely no way)

[personal profile] leviathaned 2013-09-02 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, wait--!" Sei snaps forward, because he knows that door and yanks Dorian back from them. His arm burns as it brushes against the door, cracking, ugly wounds that don't heal as they should, and Sei hisses. Holy energy. Zephon through the door. He knows precisely what they'd see behind it, and no.

"...I should probably be the one leading the tour through my subconscious, the fauna tends to bite." He holds up his arm in demonstration, as it smokes slightly, and then gestures to a new door, the other side of the room, already open.

"Portrait or not, being smote with holy wrath isn't...fun." And, Sei notes quietly, if it's his dream Dorian would probably feel his pain, and he'll be dead on the cross before he lets this jackass do that. So, to the open door he goes.
browbeater: Ooooooh it's too real. (Go go baby don't go.)

[personal profile] browbeater 2013-09-02 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you want your gloves back...?" Mako takes them off and offers them back to her. She definitely looked cold, and he felt a little bad for taking all her cold weather gear. He was a firebender! He could at least turn himself into a miniature heater if he really needed to warm himself up.

"The puppy will help you stay warm, too. I'm a firebender, so it's okay. I can warm myself up, and maybe start a fire. I've never tried to do something like that out here, but it can't be that hard, you know?"
leviathaned: (I have lost my innocence)

sei's not a cannibal tho it's cool

[personal profile] leviathaned 2013-09-02 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
...[Sei tilts his head, and listens. He watches the woods form and breathes out, and holds up the lantern in his hands...and holds it out to Will.

He has to do this himself or it'd mean nothing, right? It's the problems of a stranger. Why should he care?]


You're the only one who knows the answer, and you already do, right? Then...you know the way out, too.
browbeater: Ooooooh it's too real. (... You bought Facebook stock?!)

[personal profile] browbeater 2013-09-02 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mako was surprised at the outburst-- at least he wasn't getting bloodbent for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but it was still weird. His facial features eased a bit. He was a kid, a blood bender, but also a kid. And whoever he was scared of had to be ten times worse than him.]

Calm down, okay? You're just a kid. It's-- [Yakone? That's the name that pops up in his head. An infamous underground criminal and... something else. Something to do with Republic City being nearly taken over.

Removing bending forever? Curfews? It's slowly coming to him. Something horribly wrong with all of this, besides the obvious.]


You're just a kid. [he repeats] Whoever would attack a kid's a waste of space.
heartofgraces: (48)

Uh-huh.

[personal profile] heartofgraces 2013-09-02 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[He can't leave Tony alone in here, but Asbel doesn't like that answer. Doesn't like any of this.

Has Tony been stuck in the past this whole time?]


...What sort of memories?
heartofgraces: (25)

[personal profile] heartofgraces 2013-09-02 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
He...has before.

[Both Asbel and Lambda look at each other, before sighing in unison.] Sorry, that part I won't...talk about without that person's permission. But as for his body...Lambda will live forever. If he had a body of his own that would last as long as he will...I think it'd be okay.
oathwalk: (098)

[personal profile] oathwalk 2013-09-02 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then . . . though you never had the chance to say the words, perhaps he knew the things you wanted to say to him."
alphatar: (little kid child)

[personal profile] alphatar 2013-09-02 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
She shook her head, managing to level her voice out a bit. “No, she’s keeping my hands warm.” Korra rubbed the back of the pup and then looked at Mako. “I like firebending.” It was her favorite element to use.

She gave a wave of her arm, her hand motioning to waterbend and the snow compacted in on itself and a soft, white stairway formed. Another wave of her hand and the top of the stairs opened to the outside.

“If we can avoid the guards, maybe we can go home for the day.”