Dream a Dream

[dark_thespian]

Characters: Allen Walker and YOU
When: During the Dreamscape event
Where: Inside Allen's dreams.
Rating: Subject to change.
Summary: Within the mind of Allen Walker many things lie in wait for those that explore it.

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[ahandsomedevil]

Horst watches, truly bothered by the look of panic on the gray man's face. He moves carefully, letting his feet sink through the snow; his skin is so cold it doesn't melt when it sinks through his shoes, so it doesn't bother him.

The safest place, he figures, is near that gray figure--at least for now. He's alert, ready to dart away faster than light the second there's too much danger.

"Who's winning?" he asks softly, to anyone.

[dark_thespian]

The gray figure doesn't turn away from the scene where the black king fell. His horror turns to grief as he hangs his head and hunches his shoulders. Gone. In the breath of a moment the king was gone. "Does it matter so much?" He whispered loud enough for Horst to hear. "All this suffering and pain, over and over again." And for what? He couldn't understand it. "I don't get it." He doubted he ever would.

[ahandsomedevil]

Horst thinks the same thing: for what?

All wars have the same result, at least on the surface. The reasons are rarely different, and though he knows some things must be fought for, he also knows it's because other methods have failed.

He looks up at the gray figure, and cautiously puts a hand on its shoulder. "What do they say they're fighting for?"

[dark_thespian]

The figure seems clown-like one moment and a knight the next as it peers at the battlefield again. "The world. Whether it should be destroyed or protected." It sighs and scrubs at its face with both hands. "At least, that's what I thought. In the beginning that's what it seemed to be." Now. Now he didn't know. He stands beside Horst and sighs.

"I don't know what to do."

[ahandsomedevil]

Perhaps Horst's ambitions have always been small, or he's lived in a reality where such lofty goals were ludicrous. Yes, there was the odd wizard who would try to destroy the world, the random necromancer raising an army of the dead...but for the most part people live simple lives. This is very far out of his depth.

But the tone in the figure's voice, the absolute weariness in it--he can't ignore that, can't turn his back on it. He reaches up to put a hand on its shoulder, or as near as he can. "I may be biased, but I prefer the world to be left standing. With the people in tact, if possible. What is it that confuses you so?"

[dark_thespian]

"Not everything is at it seems. The original goals might not be what they're really after." The gray one lowers his head with a sigh. Everything used to be so simple. So cut and dry. "All cats are gray in the dark." He finally says as the snow falls thick enough to blanket everyone in a layer of gray. The scenery begin to melt as if everything is sliding down hill. The colors remain in the same shades before but it all changes. People disappear until there's nothing, then the landscape is repainted

[ahandsomedevil]

It's hard to adjust from the blurring, melting scene to sudden tepid water. Horst quickly steps back, seeking some kind of shelter in case there's about to be a fight. As much as he'd like to be of help, he has no idea how, or if he even could.

He watches the Clown, though, trying to remember the lost, almost defeated feel from the previous scene.

[dark_thespian]

The scene has a freshness to it. Like the dawn, the feel of this memory is hopeful and bold. It cuts through the darkness of the night and heralds a new day. The clown dodges the pawn's movements until he cracks and plunges towards the water. He seems delicate as if he'll break apart at the slightest touch. The cracks spread yet the relaxed smile never fades. He's found his place at last.

[ahandsomedevil]

"Wait!" Horst doesn't want to see him fall apart, but he can do nothing but watch. He twists to look at the pawn.

[dark_thespian]

The pawn is rushing forwards to smash the clown to bits. As the gray one hits the water with a splash the pawn brings up an arm and lifts a heavy foot. Time seems to slow down, inviting Horst to affect the outcome. One of the clown's hands is still above the surface with fingers outstretched toward the ceiling above their heads. There's one chance, whether he takes it or not, will decide what he sees next.

[ahandsomedevil]

Horst leaps in the way, he's strong enough to push a train off its tracks if he wanted and he estimates he'll be more than strong enough to stop the pawn and save the clown. Although he's tackling the pawn, he reaches a hand to the clown, desperate to stop it from going under.

[dark_thespian]

The clown slips beneath the water despite Horst's best efforts. Only one arm remains above the water with cracks and fractures marring what should have been a perfect arm. The pawn crashes back and skids on the water but it isn't defeated. It raises its arm up fires a beam at the vampire. If it hit shim, it will feel like he's breaking apart like a marble statue.

[ahandsomedevil]

Horst dives into the water, seeking to avoid the beam and also to find the clown. He doesn't need to breathe and he won't become hypothermic, but he can't open his eyes in the water. He continues swimming, reaching out.