van ≡ 01 [interactive dream]
Who: Van Fanel and somarium
Where: Van's dream--a wasted battlefield somewhere on Gaea.
Style: Whatever you choose~
Status: Open
Warnings: Blood, dead bodies, general unpleasantness.
There are some things about battlefields that are the same, no matter where they are--no matter who's fighting on them. The ground is scarred and broken, littered with discarded weapons and broken bodies.
Some of the weapons larger than others. They appear to be suits of armor, but six, seven meters tall all of them--some red, some blue, and one brilliant white. The only one still upright, though barely...it's been battered, brought to its knees. Blood snakes down from a compartment visible in the massive armor's chest, drips down the curves and angles of the machine. Splashes down into a puddle--a sea--of red.
Not all the blood is from the machine. There are bodies as well...a small girl, with pink hair and feline features; a young woman who lay facedown where she fell, hand outstretched toward the white armor. A man, clothed in the regalia of a knight with long blonde hair fanned out around him, the blade of his sword broken and lying next to his hand. Some distance away, the remains of an airship are burning hotly.
The pilot chamber of the white armor hisses as it splits open, spilling its occupant out onto the unforgiving rock. Van lays where he fell, breathing shallowly and bleeding. He doesn't even notice when he's approached by a tall man with a fine face, teal hair, mechanical arm, and coal black wings. There's a tear tattooed on his face, a mockery of sorrow, and a sword in his hand.
"You failed them, all of them, just as you failed Fanelia, Van.
Too weak to be a warrior. Too weak to be a king. A disgrace to our bloodline. I should put you out of your misery right here."
The blade of the sword glints as it's drawn back, ready to spill blood.
[ooc: ...well, dream!Folken is nothing if not completely and blatantly ooc...Since Van's injuries are because of Escaflowne (the giant white mecha) being damaged, they will not close, nor will they stop bleeding. Just so you know. Being linked to your mecha sucks. Have at!]
Where: Van's dream--a wasted battlefield somewhere on Gaea.
Style: Whatever you choose~
Status: Open
Warnings: Blood, dead bodies, general unpleasantness.
There are some things about battlefields that are the same, no matter where they are--no matter who's fighting on them. The ground is scarred and broken, littered with discarded weapons and broken bodies.
Some of the weapons larger than others. They appear to be suits of armor, but six, seven meters tall all of them--some red, some blue, and one brilliant white. The only one still upright, though barely...it's been battered, brought to its knees. Blood snakes down from a compartment visible in the massive armor's chest, drips down the curves and angles of the machine. Splashes down into a puddle--a sea--of red.
Not all the blood is from the machine. There are bodies as well...a small girl, with pink hair and feline features; a young woman who lay facedown where she fell, hand outstretched toward the white armor. A man, clothed in the regalia of a knight with long blonde hair fanned out around him, the blade of his sword broken and lying next to his hand. Some distance away, the remains of an airship are burning hotly.
The pilot chamber of the white armor hisses as it splits open, spilling its occupant out onto the unforgiving rock. Van lays where he fell, breathing shallowly and bleeding. He doesn't even notice when he's approached by a tall man with a fine face, teal hair, mechanical arm, and coal black wings. There's a tear tattooed on his face, a mockery of sorrow, and a sword in his hand.
"You failed them, all of them, just as you failed Fanelia, Van.
Too weak to be a warrior. Too weak to be a king. A disgrace to our bloodline. I should put you out of your misery right here."
The blade of the sword glints as it's drawn back, ready to spill blood.
[ooc: ...well, dream!Folken is nothing if not completely and blatantly ooc...Since Van's injuries are because of Escaflowne (the giant white mecha) being damaged, they will not close, nor will they stop bleeding. Just so you know. Being linked to your mecha sucks. Have at!]