Dream ⊗ 11/17/08 [backdated]
Even as he was falling asleep, Raven knew something from his talk with Asch and Guy would affect his dreams that night.
He just didn't realize how...weird it would be.
[PRIVACY - MODERATE // Viewable to anyone he's close to, anyone else will just see a bunch of masks and wind]
Masks. That's all there was. A small hallway with walls covered with masks. Each one worn at some point or another. Hiding something.
Hiding what?
Footsteps could be heard as a shadowed figure walked along, a hand brushing against the various faces. Some of shock, some of sadness, some of fear, anger, desperation, relief, happiness.
And they were of varying sizes, some larger than others, some smaller. One or two were very large, huge. They were also old, battered, worn, as if they had been used so many times. Looks of indifference, curiosity, innocence. Carefree. Some were more chipped, as if someone had tried to break it, to pull off the mask to see the face beneath. From the wearer or the other person, who knew?
Then there was another side. Faces of cold indifference as opposed to other more aloof carefree one. Command, authority. Of sorrow. The shadowed figure's hand lingered on this one for a moment before it drifted away and the footsteps resumed once more.
At the end of the hallway, a door stood before the figure, a bow hanging above the doorframe.
What was behind it? The figure could hear voices. It was hard to pick out who they were, but they were all familiar just the same.
And then his own voice.
Ain't it about time ya stop thinkin' about this and move along? Thought ya had already decided what you were gonna do a while ago.
A small grin formed on the figure's lips before it opened the door and he found himself looking at the Raven of today, who was grinning right back at him, bow already in hand.
"Ya mind?" the Raven said as he lifted the weapon a little.
"Not at all," the figure replied as he stepped aside, letting his other self take the lead, drawing the red specialized sword and facing the room.
With expert aim, Raven released an arrow up towards the hallway's ceiling, where it exploded and collapsed. The figure then raised his own sword and unleashed an attack, sending the blast of energy into the room. The sounds of the masks breaking, fragile pieces shattering, echoed as everything around them started to fade...
Heh. I guess that's one way of lookin' at things.
He just didn't realize how...weird it would be.
[PRIVACY - MODERATE // Viewable to anyone he's close to, anyone else will just see a bunch of masks and wind]
Masks. That's all there was. A small hallway with walls covered with masks. Each one worn at some point or another. Hiding something.
Hiding what?
Footsteps could be heard as a shadowed figure walked along, a hand brushing against the various faces. Some of shock, some of sadness, some of fear, anger, desperation, relief, happiness.
And they were of varying sizes, some larger than others, some smaller. One or two were very large, huge. They were also old, battered, worn, as if they had been used so many times. Looks of indifference, curiosity, innocence. Carefree. Some were more chipped, as if someone had tried to break it, to pull off the mask to see the face beneath. From the wearer or the other person, who knew?
Then there was another side. Faces of cold indifference as opposed to other more aloof carefree one. Command, authority. Of sorrow. The shadowed figure's hand lingered on this one for a moment before it drifted away and the footsteps resumed once more.
At the end of the hallway, a door stood before the figure, a bow hanging above the doorframe.
What was behind it? The figure could hear voices. It was hard to pick out who they were, but they were all familiar just the same.
And then his own voice.
Ain't it about time ya stop thinkin' about this and move along? Thought ya had already decided what you were gonna do a while ago.
A small grin formed on the figure's lips before it opened the door and he found himself looking at the Raven of today, who was grinning right back at him, bow already in hand.
"Ya mind?" the Raven said as he lifted the weapon a little.
"Not at all," the figure replied as he stepped aside, letting his other self take the lead, drawing the red specialized sword and facing the room.
With expert aim, Raven released an arrow up towards the hallway's ceiling, where it exploded and collapsed. The figure then raised his own sword and unleashed an attack, sending the blast of energy into the room. The sounds of the masks breaking, fragile pieces shattering, echoed as everything around them started to fade...
Heh. I guess that's one way of lookin' at things.