Event | Landfall | Dreaming

[ironwood]

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.

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[amonfire]

[ Noatak stifled his tears and was on his feet the moment a change in his environment shifted to something foreign - something put him on edge and sent his young heart racing. Obvious to his own dreamscape he was equally ambivalent to how his surrounding steadily started to change with him mood. The ravine he stood over closing in on itself as a wound would cover itself in scar tissue, and the weather began to die down into something more tame. The world carved out by his own fears and whatever small shred of hope lay dormant in his yet to be tainted heart.

A mere fifty yards off from where their memories cascaded into one another felt like a thousand through the wailing walls of ice and snow between them.Only just as soon as it picked up did the storm abruptly die out until the only sounds were a stay gust of cold wind, and the crunch of icy snow under leopard sealskin mukluks that rapidly started to pick up pace. Noatak spotted the unfamiliar shape silhouetted against the pure white backdrop of the snow and ran straight towards them.

Noatak reached out for her armour-clad wrist only to grasp at the older woman's now freezing hand. Without saying a word, even to comment on her inappropriate attire or question her sudden appearance, Noatak pressed a finger to his mouth and made a quiet sssh before urging Lin to follow him back behind the sheltering rocks. All the while he casted fearful glances towards the dim glow of campfire in the distance. ]

[lineality]

[The metal of her armor is cooling quickly against her skin, but not nearly as quickly as it should be. By all rights she should be half-frozen in a snowscape like this, but her trenchcoat is snug around her shoulders, and her bare feet are warmer than she expected.

There's the unmistakable light of a fire near the horizon--some sign of civilization at last--but she's stalled by the sound of footsteps nearby. A kid. Twelve, maybe. Thirteen at the most, and looking scared. Something's wrong, and, judging by the direction he's hurrying her, the source of it is that fire.

She stays quiet--as quiet as possible, given the muffled clank of her armor--until they reach an outcrop of rocks and the two of them slide behind it. Then she turns to the boy, expression equal parts annoyed and concerned.]

All right, spill. [Even a whisper carries worryingly far out here, and she lowers her voice further accordingly.] Where are we? What's going on?

[amonfire]

Middle of nowhere. [ The boy hissed as he forthrightly pulled at the woman's arm despite her being twice his age and dressed, while poorly for the climate, as someone who could give and take a lot of damage. Any embarrassment he might have felt being caught at such an intimate, vulnerable time was outweighed by the fact they needed to get out of the cold. And he needed to just get away. ]

Here. [ Noatak shucked off his heavy anorak and passed it to Lin; he was unfazed by the cold having lived in such condition all his life. There were a few tricks to staying warm in these conditions if you lost your outer layer of clothing. ] You'll wake up the camp if you talk any louder. Who are you?

[lineality]

I could ask the same of you, kid, [she hisses back. Whoever he is, though, it's obvious he belongs here more than she does. She accepts the anorak reluctantly--he's not shivering any more than she is, but it doesn't sit right with her, taking clothes from a kid.]

Officer Lin Beifong. I was in Republic City half a minute ago, and now I'm here. Who are we trying not to wake up here?

[amonfire]

[ In a split second all of Noatak's chilly, cagey attitude fled from him and his eyes went as wide as the moon hanging overhead. ]

Republic City? [ Without thought of reprisal he started to tug on Lin's wrists - this times towards the camp fire. ] Did the Avatar send you? Please, please come with me! I know he looks different but it's him! You have to arrest him!

[lineality]

[He's heard of it, at least--and that's all she has the time to think before he starts pulling at her again. This time she resists, digging her heels into the snow and furrowing her eyebrows at the boy.]

Uncl--The Avatar hasn't sent anyone! I told you, I have no idea how I got here! What are you talking about--who are you talking about?

[amonfire]

[ His surprise and whatever shred of hope he clung to faltered only to come back in full force when he pointed frantically towards the camp. ]

But you're a cop, right? So do your job! Arrest my father [ He swallowed and more desperate and pressing yelled, ] Yakone!

[lineality]

Yakone? But that's--

[It occurs to her at last that neither of them have been doing a very good job of whispering. She trails off, staring down at the kid in disbelief.

She remembers Yakone. She was eight at the time but of course she remembers him--remembers the day her mother came home, pale and tight-lipped, remembers Uncle Aang looking tired and angry, the way he almost never did.

She remembers the day he escaped, too, a matter of months later. The police had turned the city upside down looking for him, with nothing to show for their trouble. But for him to be here, now--it's impossible. Of all the places in the world to wind up--]

You're sure about this? [she hisses. It sounds stupid, coming out of her mouth like that. But it almost sounds too crazy to be true.]