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- † annabeth chase,
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- † marius pontmercy,
- † olivia dunham (alt),
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- † rachel dare,
- † raimei shimizu,
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- † the archive,
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- † tony stark (mcu),
- † toph bei fong,
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- † 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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Do you ever want to do anything else? Like, if you know all of these things that have been written down, has there ever been anything you've known about that's made you go, 'yes, I need to do that'? Or are you just...detached from it all?
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[ It's not exactly true. There is one thing she wants, but it's the most impossible: a daughter. Yes she has a mother, but she wants to be a daughter the way other girls are, with a mother who brushes and braids their hair and picks out their clothes. She knows all the dreams that her mother had for the two of them, all the things they would do together and where the pictures would sit on the mantle. But that never came to pass, not one day of it, and so it's the most impossible dream of them all. ]
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[She pauses, eyeing the girl and her work for a moment] This is a very philosophical conversation to be having over such a great set of crayons. You don't have to, but would you mind if I drew something?
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But you know that you will never be a bee or an ant. It's not a possibility worth investigating because it will never be true for you, despite how much desire you have for it. That is the same with me. It would be a pointless exercise and only end in disappointment.
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I've spent the last three months living on the back of a turtle. I was alive for sixteen and a half years, and I was so many different things that turning into a bee or an ant honestly wouldn't surprise me at this point. And I don't think disappointment is the worst thing in the world to experience, either. Acceptance of your place in the world is definitely important, but I've never hear any good reason for why we should just stop there.
[She doesn't sound like she's trying to convince the girl of anything. Most of her focus is on what she's drawing;beyond that, her tone is casual, like she's just enjoying the discussion]
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There are many people who think the same way you do; I like that in humanity. They will almost always try again, even when they are striving for something impossible.
[ And she does, it's one of the things that perpetually fascinates her. She loves the people who write of their dreams, keep on getting back up and trying again even when things keep going impossibly wrong for them. She thinks it's one of the ways to not hate being the Archive. ]
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I don't think I believe in the impossible anymore. But I'm glad you've found something to like, at least. Considering some of the stuff people end up writing down.
[She keeps drawing, adding more and more to her garden as it comes to mind. A sky, the sun. It's actually pretty quality artwork for using crayons, and she squints at it for a moment before grabbing the black one and adding a pair of sunglasses and a smile to the sun]
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[ Which isn't completely true. If her mother had found something to like in being the Archive, she might not have died. ]
It... does occasionally make it easier, however.