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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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"No, I'm not going to tell." she promised. Hearing the turtle ducks but not feeling them because they were in the water nearby was startling.
"Toph. Why can't we be outside?"
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"Toph!!" The name echoes through the garden -- a man's voice, followed by another. "Toph!"
"Toph!" Now a woman's, slightly nearer. Footsteps emerge within the range of seismic sense -- though who knows how far away that is?
Toph scrambles to her feet, sliding in the loose mud. She recovers her balance, half-walking, half-crawling towards a large clump of reeds to hide.
Korra may want to do the same.
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"Your parents." The words were carried along a silent breath. Less than a whisper. Ensuring that Toph wasn't found by them felt crucial, freedom from them keeping her locked away.
Just like Korra wanted her freedom from the compound.
"They're worried." Their footsteps became louder, Korra could feel their heart rate, faster than her own or Toph's.
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"Not even my parents," was her mutter, crouching deeper into the reeds. A sharp gesture of her hand, and their footprints in the mud faded. "Guards. And my nurse."
She shut up as a man jogged past the pond -- though he barely gave it or the reeds a second glance.
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“What happens if they find us?” Korra said under her breath after the man had passed them. “Is it really that bad inside?”
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"They take me back in." Another press of the lips. "People treat me just fine. But just because it's nice doesn't mean it's good."
Again a call rang out, this time from a direction behind them. Stirring from the reeds, she crept to the next clump, jockeying for a better position that wasn't as visible from all sides. The to the next. She was near to the bridge now, where the shore was much narrower, the side of the bank steeper. Hands and feet moved quickly, digging into the mud as Toph aimed for a shadowed location under the bridge.
Until the unstable earth slipped, sending her tumbling into the lily pad-laden water of the pond.
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“Toph!” Korra shouted as she ran to where she had slipped and reached out, the water almost covered her toes.
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"Help!"
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Gasping for air once they broke the surface, Korra swam along her back to keep Toph’s head above water. It wasn’t until her hand slapped at the mud that she could see again, and Korra dragged Toph along the bank. Now that she could see, Korra began to bend, moving her hands to summon the water out from Toph’s lungs. It may have felt uncomfortable, but it needed to be done.
“Are you okay?”
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"Toph!!" There are people on the bank now, a man scrabbling to get down to them both -- likely one of the guards from earlier.
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Seeing each footstep they took, Korra didn't move and she didn't loosen her hold around Toph. Moving her didn't feel right, not until Korra could feel that her heartbeat returned to a normal pace and her body was no longer shivering.
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Toph stays quiet, still, her breath and her heartbeat slowly pulling back under control as though coming awake from a bad dream.
Because in the end, that's what has transpired here: A dream pulled from memory, with an ending different from the first time it happened.
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“That’s why you never wanted to learn how to swim, huh?” she asked quietly, patiently while kept her arms hugged around Toph.
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Taking a deep, calming breath, Korra adjusted herself so Toph was completely in her lap and not touching any of the gray landscape. “The important thing is that you’re safe.”