[Gilbert can only stare at the screen for a good while. It's... it's really hard to see something like this, and he has to feel bad for the man dreaming it. But he would never know how to put it into words, so he decides to leave it be.]
[He's not sure what the sudden weight in his chest means, but he can guess. While he's not exactly that very close to his brother... to say he would be sad if something happened to him would be an understatement. Same with Elliot, even if they're not related by blood. It's something he'd never want to consider, because they're strong and they can take care of themselves, even if he does try to help them when he thinks it's necessary --]
[Seeing this makes him consider what he never deemed possible, and it's a scary thought.]
[Video | Private]nightrayprideApril 15 2011, 18:39:23 UTC
[Elliot knows this feeling.
The feeling of watching someone you know fall and knowing you can't do a thing about it. Unable to do anything but just stare in shock as everything seems to go cold before--
Before the situation hits you.
Except Elliot never really got to quite feel that because he was still in shock when Break grabbed his arm--
No, wait, it hit him after he came here, to Kannagara. Right..
And then there's... two weird things. Fai said that his brother wasn't dead, but who is that if not his brother...? But then, why did he call his brother Fai? If he's Fai? Or what...? Thinking back at their discussion about names, though...
There's something weird going on here.
..and why exactly did Fai lie? Was it to not "burden" someone with that or something equally stupid?
Probably, from how he's been talking.
Either way, he's curious and would like to get to know what all this is about and... He's had family die too. What's the use in hiding those things from people, anyway?]
[It's much, much later by the time Fai answers. And when he does, the early morning rays warm his bedroom as he offers a small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
He doesn't want to answer you, not at all, but not because of anything other than the fact that this was one truth he did not want out. It wasn't supposed to be this way, after all.
Fai was the one that deserved life. Fai was the one that deserved happiness. Yuui had no place in any of these worlds and if he made any real attachments...]
...In all the ways that matter, I am. I told you, didn't I? Names have power. I'm just safeguarding this one until I can give it back properly.
[Video|Private]redeyeslasherApril 15 2011, 21:12:52 UTC
[So this was what mister flowright was trying to keep under wraps. This obvious deal with a devil. Oh how Break could relate to that. Of course his wish did not sacrifice family but it did sacrifice those he served those he had sworn an oath to protect, and not to mention, the life and future of that girl who had clung to his coat before he stepped into the world of carnage. A world that would turn stained with the blood of his victims, his offerings for a wish that ended up destroying the one thing he strived to preserve.]
So that's the rest of the story.
[There is no amusement in his tone this time. As tempting as it might be to act that way, he can't quite find the desire to do it. After all this all strikes such a deliciously ironic note close to home.]
I see wishes work the same in other worlds as well.
[Much, much, later - once the sunrise begins to paint the sky in palest hues of rose and lavander, Fai sighs and draws a quiet smile into place, in order to respond properly to this too-sharp man. Because he had no doubt - he was looking for Fai's cracks, just to pull them open and see what was left inside.
But really, all he would find was this - the memory that was an obsession. The desire that drives.]
...much like double-edged blades, the more powerful the wish. And some wishes... [A pause to take a sip of steaming coffee.] The required price is too high to grant without unraveling the laws of reason and logic.
Re: [Video|Private]redeyeslasherApril 16 2011, 20:17:51 UTC
A blade forged to protect, to save, to recover. Only to pierce that very same thing and destroy it even more.
[He might be going on his own little tangent and there's a look of guilt over his eyes for a brief moment.]
And sometimes even if the price is met the outcome is not what we truly want. Fickle things these wish granters, they always make use of loopholes to make you regret ever trying.
[Recognition resonates for a moment, the glimmer of realization, of understanding, before Fai lifts his cup to his lips once more, takes a light sip.]
Potentially, as I suspect you well know, hm? But then...
[He lifts a shoulder in a slight shrug and smiles a humorless smile.]
I've know from that day that the price of my wish, to correct this, will be the balance of my own life. Even if it takes another century, I will not stop until that price is paid.
[Dreamwalking]tenpa_tantrumApril 16 2011, 03:18:48 UTC
[For a second, he'd believed he'd missed that proper moment to step into the dream, hovering just outside it, the bridge of cloud that will bring him there shifting and swirling against nothingness...
And then the scene appears again. Did the man awake and then fall right back into the dream?
How sad, to be trapped in such a thing. How sad to have lived it. How sad... and it should weigh heavily on Gau, but it doesn't, it can't.
It's as if as he steps onto the now-stone bridge, as he makes his way down it, feet bare this time, cool rock underneath his soles, he's both immersed in the horror of it and cushioned from it by his own calmness.
This was a terrible thing to happen to children. But now it is a dream, and he holds out a hand to the dreamer - who he can't see, not like this, not now, in the strange in-between place where the dream is not-quite-formed-again yet.]
[Here, have a blink, because this boy doesn't have the feel of his own magic about him and yet...here he was. And on a stone bridge, no less.
Fai isn't sure if that is an unintentional reminder of the memory or not, but he's not exactly fond of stone.
But for the moment, that's beside the point.
So after a slight hesitation, Fai simply stands at the edge of the bridge and smiles a friendly, pleasant smile, and cant's his head to the side, unmindful of the fact that he's dressed once more in the soft white robe, richly embroidered with blues and silver of Ashura's court.]
Now this is unusual... I've never met a dreamwalker that wasn't a dreamseer before.
Re: [Dreamwalking]tenpa_tantrumApril 21 2011, 23:28:34 UTC
[Well, that's not something he's used to. Someone who has seen a dreamwalker before? Here Gau himself didn't even know that it was possible, until quite recently.
If he had a notebook, he'd be interviewing this man for every detail he could get about the thing. But there's no notebook here, and that's not what he's supposed to be doing now. Experiencing, not just researching. There's a difference.
So Gau gives a little sheepish smile, shakes his head.]
I'm not sure what you mean. I only am allowed to walk in dreams because my goddess has decreed it so... are there many where you are from, that do such things?
I wouldn't say many necessarily...but I've met those across the dimensions that were capable of it easily enough.
[Another smile, small and muted, before he moves over to stand beside the edge of the bridge without moving any closer to the other side. He watches Gau with a thoughtful expression for a moment before simply sighing.]
Your goddess, huh? Mind if I ask why she sees fit to have you walk in my own dreams? It's a bit unexpected.
[Well, this certainly explains some things, doesn't it? It definitely explains why the man was so upset over seeing Gilbert and Vincent the way they were, and the things that he said...
Can Vincent use this? Perhaps.
Can he respond right at the moment? He's not sure. Because while the intellectual part of him is sorting through the weakness shown here and picking apart how to best utilize it...
His heart is clenching in his chest, and his body is curling, folding in on itself, until he's as small as he can make himself, in the fetal position on his bed.
Because, if anything, he knows how Fai - the child Fai, the child and not this man that he's met who went by that name - feels. That wish to die to stop causing harm to someone.
He'd never had the courage, or perhaps, he'd been too selfish.
No, no, he won't be replying to you right this second, "Fai." He's too busy crying into his pillow, loud sobs that send his entire form shuddering.]
There is sound of crying. Why is there sound of crying?
Elliot frowns at the wall between his and Vincent's room for a moment, before he moves to slide off the bed and head for the door. If that really is Vincent crying, then obviously he needs to do something. But what could he be crying about anyway? Is it this dream...?
The timing is almost too convenient and it is about brothers so... it's not very far-fetched? But it's stupid. So, yeah, something needs to be done. And if Gilbert is in the house he would better react to it too.
When Elliot stops in front of Vincent's door it is very much obvious that it's Vincent crying. And he huffs, and frowns, before he raises a hand, giving the door a rather soft knock.]
[This is not what Vincent wants Elliot to see. Or anyone to see. Not this real vulnerability. It needs to be a lie, has to be a lie, or it's all wrong.
He tries to stop the flow of tears, desperate to pull himself together again, tuck everything nasty back inside where no one can see it. He's determined, it has to be this way.
But the sobs aren't stopping, this time. This world has torn him open and he can't seem to stop pouring out.]
I-It's okay Ell-
[He'll just cut himself off and hold his breath for a second here, trying to force his system to stop this drama.]
[Gilbert hasn't seen the dream, in fact he's a little busy in the kitchen at the moment, as weird as the time for it is. It doesn't take long for him to hear his brother's sobs though, and he freezes on the spot, slowly lowering the bowl he was holding to the table.]
[It's not something he's used to. It's not even a situation where he knows what he's supposed to do. In fact, he doesn't think he remembers Vincent ever crying. It's usually him, and it's usually Vincent who comforts him, and yet...]
[He's not hearing things. Vince is crying.]
[And he has no idea what to do.]
[Pulling the apron off, he sneaks towards the passage way with the Nightray's rooms, intending to stop in front of his brother's and peek in, and ask if he can help in any way.]
[But that's when he spots Elliot already there, and stops, hesitantly, still several meters away from the destination. It -- it would feel like intruding, but --]
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[He's not sure what the sudden weight in his chest means, but he can guess. While he's not exactly that very close to his brother... to say he would be sad if something happened to him would be an understatement. Same with Elliot, even if they're not related by blood. It's something he'd never want to consider, because they're strong and they can take care of themselves, even if he does try to help them when he thinks it's necessary --]
[Seeing this makes him consider what he never deemed possible, and it's a scary thought.]
[He doesn't want to think about it.]
[What would he do?]
[He cannot answer that question.]
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The feeling of watching someone you know fall and knowing you can't do a thing about it. Unable to do anything but just stare in shock as everything seems to go cold before--
Before the situation hits you.
Except Elliot never really got to quite feel that because he was still in shock when Break grabbed his arm--
No, wait, it hit him after he came here, to Kannagara. Right..
And then there's... two weird things. Fai said that his brother wasn't dead, but who is that if not his brother...? But then, why did he call his brother Fai? If he's Fai? Or what...? Thinking back at their discussion about names, though...
There's something weird going on here.
..and why exactly did Fai lie? Was it to not "burden" someone with that or something equally stupid?
Probably, from how he's been talking.
Either way, he's curious and would like to get to know what all this is about and... He's had family die too. What's the use in hiding those things from people, anyway?]
You're not Fai?
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He doesn't want to answer you, not at all, but not because of anything other than the fact that this was one truth he did not want out. It wasn't supposed to be this way, after all.
Fai was the one that deserved life. Fai was the one that deserved happiness. Yuui had no place in any of these worlds and if he made any real attachments...]
...In all the ways that matter, I am. I told you, didn't I? Names have power. I'm just safeguarding this one until I can give it back properly.
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But... Isn't Fai dead? Or is this dream not a memory? Fai-- Uh. This guy said Fai is just... in some form of sleep, was it? Something like that.
Just what the hell is going on here.
...in all the ways that matter?]
What about your own name?
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[A glance to the Hitomi before he takes a sip of his coffee, smiles so very gently - as if to reassure this young man.]
Some names are... nothing more than a curse.
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So that's the rest of the story.
[There is no amusement in his tone this time. As tempting as it might be to act that way, he can't quite find the desire to do it. After all this all strikes such a deliciously ironic note close to home.]
I see wishes work the same in other worlds as well.
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But really, all he would find was this - the memory that was an obsession. The desire that drives.]
...much like double-edged blades, the more powerful the wish. And some wishes... [A pause to take a sip of steaming coffee.] The required price is too high to grant without unraveling the laws of reason and logic.
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[He might be going on his own little tangent and there's a look of guilt over his eyes for a brief moment.]
And sometimes even if the price is met the outcome is not what we truly want. Fickle things these wish granters, they always make use of loopholes to make you regret ever trying.
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Potentially, as I suspect you well know, hm? But then...
[He lifts a shoulder in a slight shrug and smiles a humorless smile.]
I've know from that day that the price of my wish, to correct this, will be the balance of my own life. Even if it takes another century, I will not stop until that price is paid.
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And then the scene appears again. Did the man awake and then fall right back into the dream?
How sad, to be trapped in such a thing. How sad to have lived it. How sad... and it should weigh heavily on Gau, but it doesn't, it can't.
It's as if as he steps onto the now-stone bridge, as he makes his way down it, feet bare this time, cool rock underneath his soles, he's both immersed in the horror of it and cushioned from it by his own calmness.
This was a terrible thing to happen to children. But now it is a dream, and he holds out a hand to the dreamer - who he can't see, not like this, not now, in the strange in-between place where the dream is not-quite-formed-again yet.]
Please, come rest here for a moment.
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[Here, have a blink, because this boy doesn't have the feel of his own magic about him and yet...here he was. And on a stone bridge, no less.
Fai isn't sure if that is an unintentional reminder of the memory or not, but he's not exactly fond of stone.
But for the moment, that's beside the point.
So after a slight hesitation, Fai simply stands at the edge of the bridge and smiles a friendly, pleasant smile, and cant's his head to the side, unmindful of the fact that he's dressed once more in the soft white robe, richly embroidered with blues and silver of Ashura's court.]
Now this is unusual... I've never met a dreamwalker that wasn't a dreamseer before.
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If he had a notebook, he'd be interviewing this man for every detail he could get about the thing. But there's no notebook here, and that's not what he's supposed to be doing now. Experiencing, not just researching. There's a difference.
So Gau gives a little sheepish smile, shakes his head.]
I'm not sure what you mean. I only am allowed to walk in dreams because my goddess has decreed it so... are there many where you are from, that do such things?
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[Another smile, small and muted, before he moves over to stand beside the edge of the bridge without moving any closer to the other side. He watches Gau with a thoughtful expression for a moment before simply sighing.]
Your goddess, huh? Mind if I ask why she sees fit to have you walk in my own dreams? It's a bit unexpected.
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Can Vincent use this? Perhaps.
Can he respond right at the moment? He's not sure. Because while the intellectual part of him is sorting through the weakness shown here and picking apart how to best utilize it...
His heart is clenching in his chest, and his body is curling, folding in on itself, until he's as small as he can make himself, in the fetal position on his bed.
Because, if anything, he knows how Fai - the child Fai, the child and not this man that he's met who went by that name - feels. That wish to die to stop causing harm to someone.
He'd never had the courage, or perhaps, he'd been too selfish.
No, no, he won't be replying to you right this second, "Fai." He's too busy crying into his pillow, loud sobs that send his entire form shuddering.]
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There is sound of crying. Why is there sound of crying?
Elliot frowns at the wall between his and Vincent's room for a moment, before he moves to slide off the bed and head for the door. If that really is Vincent crying, then obviously he needs to do something. But what could he be crying about anyway? Is it this dream...?
The timing is almost too convenient and it is about brothers so... it's not very far-fetched? But it's stupid. So, yeah, something needs to be done. And if Gilbert is in the house he would better react to it too.
When Elliot stops in front of Vincent's door it is very much obvious that it's Vincent crying. And he huffs, and frowns, before he raises a hand, giving the door a rather soft knock.]
Vincent?
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He tries to stop the flow of tears, desperate to pull himself together again, tuck everything nasty back inside where no one can see it. He's determined, it has to be this way.
But the sobs aren't stopping, this time. This world has torn him open and he can't seem to stop pouring out.]
I-It's okay Ell-
[He'll just cut himself off and hold his breath for a second here, trying to force his system to stop this drama.]
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[It's not something he's used to. It's not even a situation where he knows what he's supposed to do. In fact, he doesn't think he remembers Vincent ever crying. It's usually him, and it's usually Vincent who comforts him, and yet...]
[He's not hearing things. Vince is crying.]
[And he has no idea what to do.]
[Pulling the apron off, he sneaks towards the passage way with the Nightray's rooms, intending to stop in front of his brother's and peek in, and ask if he can help in any way.]
[But that's when he spots Elliot already there, and stops, hesitantly, still several meters away from the destination. It -- it would feel like intruding, but --]
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