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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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He can see it coming towards him, though not with his eyes; it's the thrust of splitting air, the vibrations in stone and bodies lighting up his mind like wildfire. He pivots to the right, feeling sharp wind cut into his plastron as the rock whizzes by, missing him by mere inches. Leonardo's brow furrows as his head tilts in the direction of his attacker - he still can't see, and he's fought blind before, but that was different.
"Okay... that one wasn't half-bad either."
Then a semblance of continuity returns to him, and he dares to take his focus off of the gigantic man for a second to search for the little girl who was with him moments ago. "Kid! You still with me?"
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"Nobody here but your DOOM," says the man, who is clearly used to all of this. A roar of glee echoes from the crowd -- yes, even though he's missed. "The Boulder isn't here to fight a dancer -- and you've got to get past me to get to the champion."
A heel smacks into the earth, levitating a chorus of rocks. One by one, they're punched towards Leo's head.
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He reaches for the katana strapped onto his shell, but to his surprise, his hand closes around thin air. Leo manages only a moment of confusion before this strange, bone-deep sense of the earth flying through air is screaming into his ears to move. He drops to the stone floor just in time to keep the first rock from caving in his skull; rolls quickly to the side, listening to the second smash into the ground and shatter into fragments.
And they keep coming.
Sorry you don't like his fancy moves, Mr. Boulder; for now, that's all you're getting. The close calls are becoming less close as he gives in to this...seismic sense and lets it tell him where the projectiles are coming from. But he's still trying to figure out his counterattack, how to close the gap. Getting close to this guy seems dangerous - if he just had some sort of weapon...