The Drums of War [Dreamcall 07]
Characters: Twenty (shatterpieces) and OPEN to anyone whose dreams focus on 'war' this evening
Date/Time: Monday evening - 11/24 - to Tuesday morning (11/25)
Location: Dreamworld - Twenty's domain
Rating: PG13 for heated discussions bound to happen
Summary: Twenty would like to meet all you fiery souls gearing up for war, or sternly opposed to it! Welcome to his head, where things are chaotic and tagging order does not exist. XD;;
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[[OOC: Referencing for Twenty's Birth-dream :: here
Hovering above the island, Twenty looked down, watching it glisten against the water. Then, suddenly, fiery red erupted in the dullest of grey areas and Zikhadhara was transformed into the jaguar again.
Then the islands of Edensphere faded in around him, himself staring at each of them in turn. Standing on a treebranch, he watched them all fall, collapsing into the ocean surrounding his island. A sea of falling of stars.
So if that was the sky below, then which way was up?
Zikhadhara couldn't quite care, but it would perhaps be interesting to see which of those he invited landed on the tree to speak and which landed on the islands... if he was lucky, it would be quite the show to watch.
Then, sending out a Dreamcall in the form of a jaguar's roar, he waited.
"How many tonight will dream of war?"
Date/Time: Monday evening - 11/24 - to Tuesday morning (11/25)
Location: Dreamworld - Twenty's domain
Rating: PG13 for heated discussions bound to happen
Summary: Twenty would like to meet all you fiery souls gearing up for war, or sternly opposed to it! Welcome to his head, where things are chaotic and tagging order does not exist. XD;;
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[[OOC: Referencing for Twenty's Birth-dream :: here
Hovering above the island, Twenty looked down, watching it glisten against the water. Then, suddenly, fiery red erupted in the dullest of grey areas and Zikhadhara was transformed into the jaguar again.
Then the islands of Edensphere faded in around him, himself staring at each of them in turn. Standing on a treebranch, he watched them all fall, collapsing into the ocean surrounding his island. A sea of falling of stars.
So if that was the sky below, then which way was up?
Zikhadhara couldn't quite care, but it would perhaps be interesting to see which of those he invited landed on the tree to speak and which landed on the islands... if he was lucky, it would be quite the show to watch.
Then, sending out a Dreamcall in the form of a jaguar's roar, he waited.
"How many tonight will dream of war?"