Dream Class [Mandatory]

[dream_nurse]

WHO: Everyone with a dream form.
WHAT: Dream class.
WHERE: The basement infirmary.
WHEN: Thursday, after regular classes.
WARNINGS: Violence, ?

{ooc: This dream look is mandatory if your character has a dream form. If you do not participate, then next time your character will be punished >:D Backdated to 3/12.}

The school seems to be very

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Near the dorms

[durchdringen]

Belphegor didn't wait for the nurse to show up. He knew where to go after classes ended on Thursdays, and he went straight to the infirmary in the basement. The nurse was there, and she said she knew he would come down today-- that nurse seriously gave him the creeps sometimes-- and led him to his bed. As soon as he settled down in bed and heard the nurse wish him a good sleep, Bel drifted into the dream class.

Or, at least, he knew it was the dream class. The dreams were getting weirder and weirder every week. What next, the school on another planet? In any case, Bel found himself in someone's bathtub-- probably someone's from the girls' dorm, since they took it apart because of some infestation or something, hence the girls moving back into the boys' dorms. The bathtub was floating in water that seemed to flood the whole area. All he could see was the rooftops of the dorm, the school and the gym. Everything else was probably submerged. There was a bed floating around near Bel, and in the distance he could see desks and chairs and broken doors and other sorts of driftwood.

These dreams really do get weirder and weirder.

[risurrezione]

Siel had never been a good swimmer. Physical activities in general, actually, had never been his strong point. Even so, when the water had begun to flood the empty dorm he'd been exploring, he'd booked it up the stairs with a speed that surprised even him. The water didn't reach the roof, much to his relief, and he took a moment to catch his breath. He wasn't used to exertion.

Feeling better, Siel stepped over to the edge of the roof and looked down. It truly was a sight to behold. What was the quote, again? Ah yes. "Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink," Siel quoted. He wasn't too interested in poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner especially. His tutors had emphasized literature, however, and there really hadn't been anything he could have done about it. Besides, it did him no harm, and as such Siel didn't really care anymore.

Poetry aside, the sight before him really was quite interesting. Assorted bits of debris floated across the surface of the water; plants, doors, desks, bathtubs, people...? Was that... No, it couldn't be. But Bel did attend the school, so maybe he took this class too? Siel leaned forward over the railing, trying to make out the figure in the tub. Just a little further, he still couldn't quite see... a little more, he still wasn't sure--with a startled yelp the boy lost his balance and tumbled off the building, landing with a splash in the water.

He'd fallen quite a ways; he was far deeper now in the water than he was sure he could survive. Unsure of what to do, Siel panicked and began to flail about helplessly in the water. It was a horrible feeling. The water filled his lungs and weighed him down further. He couldn't breathe. He was going to die here, going to die. All thoughts of dreaming and beads were forgotten. This was it.

Yet through some stroke of fate, however, Siel managed to find his way up to the surface and take a shaky breath, both a victory and a loss; he noticed one of his beads had broken in the madness. Beads. Of course. It was a dream. His victory was short-lived; Siel managed to stay afloat for a few more seconds before going under again. It was nigh impossible to cling to the notion that it was just a dream while he was drowning. It felt so real, so agonizingly real. He could only hope it would be over soon.

[durchdringen]

Belphegor picked up something that looked like what was once part of a bookshelf. He'd rather be stuck in a building than out here on a tub. Just as he was about to row away from the middle of nowhere, Bel heard a splash. It came from somewhere near the dorms.

Curiosity got the best of Belphegor and he found himself using the piece of wood to paddle the tub in the direction of the splash. He thought there might have been someone who surfaced from the water, but the body sank back into it before he could tell who it was. Bel kept rowing to that spot and peered over the edge of the tub. He couldn't see the person clearly because of the dark waters, but he could make out the body, flailing and drowning. In a rare act of heroism, Bel submerged the wooden plank into the water, holding on to the other end, hoping that it was long enough for whoever it was to take a hold of, so he could pull whoever it was up and out of the water. Weird, really. He wouldn't do that normally.

[risurrezione]

Rasiel didn't think. There probably wasn't enough oxygen in his brain to think. He took hold of the board, and with the last remnants of his strength, kicked hard, forcing himself out of the water. He inhaled far too quickly, and ended up coughing up water for about a minute, nearly passing out before regaining the ability to take full breaths again.

When Siel had recovered to his satisfaction, he looked up, wanting to know the identity of his savior. One look, and Siel almost wished he had drowned instead. To be caught in this weak form... if this wasn't a nightmare, he didn't know what was.

[durchdringen]

There was a loud crack and two halves of a bead fell to the floor of the tub with a loud shatter as Bel stared in shock at the figure he'd just saved. If he were out of the dream, he would be staring at a perfect mirror image of himself, except in the dream, he looked exactly the way he looked six years ago, all skin and bone, pale and pathetic-- but there was no mistaking it.

Bel just saved that one person he wanted to kill the most.

[risurrezione]

It figured. It just figured, didn't it? There was nothing worse that could have happened, really. Stuck in the middle of a newly-formed ocean in a washtub with his murderous little brother. Who, if it were possible, looked far more murderous than usual. It may have been the odd new crown he wore, or the strange color of his skin. Siel couldn't really pin down exactly what it was, but there was something very, very menacing in the way Bel looked right then.

He pondered for a moment whether he might escape a far more painful 'death' by jumping ship, but aside from the fact that Bel would probably grab him and torture him anyway, he was loathe to reenter the water. He knew he wouldn't have much better luck swimming--six years with little to no exercise had him very out of shape--and despite thoughts of the horrible things Bel would do to him, he couldn't bring himself to experience drowning again. He shivered at the thought. Besides, maybe he could bargain with his brother? A laughable thought.

"Fancy meeting you here, little brother." His feigned nonchalance came out a lot more feigned-sounding than it should have. Siel cringed inwardly.