Dream #02
Warnings: Spoilers for Persona 3, especially late in the year.
Dream Effect: Overall? Just a little taste of Ryoji's emotions. Which...given the subject matter...might be a bit too much for some. Just don't get drunk on the primordial energy rush...
Blinding whiteness. Too bright. Confusion. Where is he? It's cold here. But at the same time...
"...moving..."
"Steady, now. Steady. Don't--"
His vision clears, and he looks at his surroundings. He appears to be in a glass contraption, as if it is intended to hold him within. Below him there are creatures in white coats and tailored suits, considerably below his height. How...fragile they look.
One is close to death. He shows the telltale signs of advanced age.
The two...smile at one another. Predator meeting prey, although one doesn't realize it is the other way around.
"Aren't you beautiful...a beautiful angel of death..."
Ryoji...smiles. Anticipation. Exhiliration. This is what he is meant to do...and he will enjoy it immensely.
The glass shatters outward with considerable force.
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*Ryoji jerks awake, gasping. He's covered in sweat. He sits up, pushing his hair back out of his face. The fact that the Dreamberry is recording hasn't registered yet.* W-what was that?
*he sighs, shaking his head.* Some nightmare...
Dream Effect: Overall? Just a little taste of Ryoji's emotions. Which...given the subject matter...might be a bit too much for some. Just don't get drunk on the primordial energy rush...
Blinding whiteness. Too bright. Confusion. Where is he? It's cold here. But at the same time...
"...moving..."
"Steady, now. Steady. Don't--"
His vision clears, and he looks at his surroundings. He appears to be in a glass contraption, as if it is intended to hold him within. Below him there are creatures in white coats and tailored suits, considerably below his height. How...fragile they look.
One is close to death. He shows the telltale signs of advanced age.
The two...smile at one another. Predator meeting prey, although one doesn't realize it is the other way around.
"Aren't you beautiful...a beautiful angel of death..."
Ryoji...smiles. Anticipation. Exhiliration. This is what he is meant to do...and he will enjoy it immensely.
The glass shatters outward with considerable force.
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*Ryoji jerks awake, gasping. He's covered in sweat. He sits up, pushing his hair back out of his face. The fact that the Dreamberry is recording hasn't registered yet.* W-what was that?
*he sighs, shaking his head.* Some nightmare...