The Dream lord returns

[dream_daniel]

Time: May 1st 2003, shortly before Dawn
Place: Ground floor
Status: Public
Summary: The Dream lord returns to fix the dreaming

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[halosphere]

Raphael drew his dagger, clenching it in his fist as he planted his feet at the exact location he was told. The blade conflicted against his weak aura but he didn't care, somehow he knew he had to do this! People were suffering, were awakening to nightmares come alive... Gabriel and Michael and Aziraphale, oh Aziraphale... and Rose... So many livings their most horrific fears.

His crimson hair blew around his pale face as the wind swirled, feeling the energy and power in the words spoken.

[dream_daniel]

The air above the pond shimmered and slowly and smokily Primoris coallesced in the air, the wind whipping tendrils of smoke from his form. At the same time on the northern end of the pond, next to the ash tree, Daniel appeared as if stepping out of thin air.

"I am Dream of the Endless. I came here to help but it seems that you are not entirely helpless. Finish your banishment and send this nightmare back to the void."

[safehouse_guest]

"NO!" Primoris writhed, the smoke changing form - now tendrils reaching out, now some great hulking beast, now a vaguely humanoid form.

"You cannot banish me forever!"

The spell sucked at him, and he fought, but it was stronger. Dream's eyes were like twin stars, holding his gaze as the blackness of the Void finally reclaimed him.

The wind died down completely, leaves falling to the ground, and for a few moments there was absolute silence.

[halosphere]

Raphael was strong against the wind, the feathers on his battered wings ruffling in every direction.

I will not...

Give up!

He's dead he has a gun he destroyed-

-should have Fallen-

Gabriel!

It was a dream... A...

"I may be weak... I may be powerless...

But I will NOT BREAK!"

He clenched his dagger, waiting...

[halosphere]

Raphael launched himself at the being and caught him in his arms, jagged streams of crimson sticking to his damp face, tousseled by the wind. He give a smile, feeling... Well...

Happy...

Almost as if he... had...

Hope...

Was it possible...

he didn't need his powers to be able to help others...?

"You did good," he told the being, scooping him up amd rising to his feet. The only thing that stkrred in the almost non-existant wind was the patch of grass -where Primoris, their nightmares- once existed, now forever banished away.

He carried him back to the manor.

[dream_daniel]

Daniel looked concerned as Trilby fell to the ground. He wanted to stay and help him out but he had other things that needed his attention.

"Look after him. I need to clear up the aftermath here. Thank you all for your help."

The air around Daniel rippled as if he was being seen through a strong heat hazy. The blur increased until suddenly Daniel was gone into the dreaming.

[safehouse_guest]

Ouch! He was sitting in a thorn bush! On top of all his miseries ...

Wait, if he was hurting that meant he could feel again! A moment of joy followed the pain. His hands tightened around ... empty air. The amethyst was gone!

No, oh no, he couldn't lose it.

He searched frantically, crawling all over the bush, tearing his clothes and skin, but it wasn't there. He couldn't even feel its familiar soothing wonderful energy anywhere.

No, no, no, it couldn't be gone! He could not live without it! His junkies' weak devotion could not possibly be enough to sustain him.

Desperately he searched on, stumbling deeper into the forest, following the strongest link he could feel, even though he knew it was merely some music festival full of pathetic little junkies on ecstasy. If he didn't think too hard he could pretend that it was the amethyst ... at least until he reached it.