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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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And I know if you focus you'll let us see the gates back to the turtle again."
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She stood up, eyes darting all around. A single step resulted in a harsh echoed that echoed through the emptiness. It didn't feel like a construct...but, then, she wasn't really sure what a construct was supposed to feel like.
"How?" She wanted to trust him. Construct or no, if there was a way for her to escape without having to sacrifice anyone else, she would listen. "How do I do that?"
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"You just... believe, I suppose."
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The words die on her lips, however, as she tries to focus on anything other than how much she believes it should be true. Superman was right. Her powers may not center around belief like Jack's did, but there was a lot to be said for the power of one's subconscious.
Maybe...
She closed her eyes. Steadied her breathing. Focused on her heartbeat, synching it to the shallow inhale and exhale.
Then she opened her eyes and began to look.
"...there. I think."
Something in the distance. A light.
"Talk about cliche."
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"I'll take it. Do you want to risk going into the light?"
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She took a hesitant step. Than another. Gradually making her way towards that light in the distance. It seemed so far away....
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"Let's just try to find out way out first and imagine the worst possible outcome later."
He keeps on walking by her.
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Then, when she opened them again, she turned in the general direction Superman stood. Seeing through him, but actively looking. Like she suddenly knew he was there.
"I can sense you now."
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"We're getting there. Told you we could do it."
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"I never thought you were the type of person to mess with people like that."
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And now he's totally sticking his tongue out and making faces for good measure because he's an adult. And then he breaks out laughing- but a lot of that laugh is actually relief that they seem to actually be getting somewhere.
"Let's keep on walking?"
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"I am walking. See? This is me walking." They were almost to the exit now. His presence grew stronger, but she wouldn't be able to see him until they crossed that last barrier.
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"Can you see me?" He needed the reassurance.
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"You're kind of hard to miss."
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"Good. Glad to have you back." And then his smile drops... "But, Zatanna... what I saw in there, what you created? You have to talk about it with someone. You can't keep that fear inside."
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But when his tone changed, she glanced back up. Her expression melted into something more solemn.
"That wasn't a fear, Superman." Quiet. Certain. So different from her usual cheerful self that it was almost as if she were still being affected by the realm. "That's really is what's waiting for me whenever I go back home. An eternity trapped inside the Helmet of Fate. I'd put it on just before I was brought to Keelai."
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"I guess that just means you should enjoy any minute you're given in this place."
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"...that's the plan."