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Entry tags:
- post: npc,
- thread: billy costigan,
- thread: midii une,
- thread: tim drake,
- thread: zatanna zatara,
- † amon,
- † annabeth chase,
- † arthur,
- † asbel lhant,
- † bruce banner,
- † bryn zethir,
- † bucky barnes,
- † charles xavier,
- † clara oswald,
- † clark kent,
- † damian wayne,
- † dick grayson,
- † dorian gray,
- † finnick odair,
- † frank zhang,
- † galatea,
- † hayley stark,
- † jack frost,
- † jaime reyes,
- † javert,
- † king richard,
- † korra,
- † kyle rayner,
- † leonardo (2003),
- † leonardo (2012),
- † lex luthor,
- † lord henry wotton,
- † marius pontmercy,
- † olivia dunham (alt),
- † percy jackson,
- † rachel dare,
- † raimei shimizu,
- † scott lang,
- † shayera hol,
- † the archive,
- † tobias matthews,
- † tony stark (mcu),
- † toph bei fong,
- † una persson,
- † vanessa cleveland
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.
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!
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.
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The one wearing the mask ought to identify first, should he not?
[Because he doesn't accept 'police' as an identification. He doesn't seem to react to the presence of a gun, nor the dead-and-vanished bodies, and is as nonchalant as ever.
He takes a slice of liver this time and eats it.]
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No he is.
Hoffman pulls it off and stares at it before dropping it on the floor in shock. There's blood across his non-gloved hands. His lip curls.] ...I didn't know I was wearing that.
[He pauses] I couldn't tell it was you.
[You were a criminal. In that mask everyone is a criminal. Hoffman stared.] Is this your house? That all yours?
[he gestures to the food.] Smells good.
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Go ahead. [He gestures to an empty seat. Intrusive as this guest may be, it would be rude to keep all of this food to himself. Officers of the law are technically allowed to kick in doors, aren't they?]
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...You're not supposed to be here.
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I don't limit myself to where I'm supposed to be.
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[He continues to leave smears of blood across the table cloth, the chair, even the forks. The mask is set beside him.]
Most people don't appreciate people sticking their nose in someone else's business.
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I'm a therapist. It's a bit of a habit, I suppose. [And he just really likes getting into other people's business.]
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I don't like therapists as a rule.
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You've had problems with therapists in the past? Or are you uncomfortable around someone whose job it is to find out your secrets?
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I thought we were both in the same business though. Helping people. Not finding out secrets.
[His hands remain on the table top...leaking blood now. He has a lot of blood on his hands and it shows.]
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[Goodness, what a mess.]
You have blood on your hands.
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I'm a police officer. I've killed men before.
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[He knows that most people do, even if it was truly in self-defense, but he's curious to see what Hoffman had done.]
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Maybe behind him there's some visuals. The people he's seen die. Horrific, monsterous traps and over it all a figure in a pig mask. A twisted laugh. Maybe. It might just be his imagination.
Or crazy SAW visuals.]Not if they deserve it.
[He smiles a very sick smile, but one of his hands is curled into a fist. Rigg. Eric. Kerry.]
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They threatened you? [The only circumstance you're actually supposed to take lethal action - legally, anyways.]
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Why are you asking about that?
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Like Gibson. Smarmy ungrateful little fucker...
Hoffman smiles.] I'm a good cop. I've been a cop for over twenty years.
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[No, now he's just getting angry.] I'm telling the truth. I'm a good cop and if I've killed people then they deserved it.
[He stares. Daring the other man to challenge him and through the mists a woman screams. Sharp. Piercing.
Hoffman is on his feet in a heartbeat that's Angelina...
The question is. Is it something that only he can hear?]
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That's quite a racket. [And he's pretty sure it's not something of his own doing.]
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It won't open. For him.]
Open the fucking door!