Enter the Dreaming - action
[There's a strange descent of peacefulness once night comes. It lays over the residents and takes them into a deep sleep. Soft sleep. Sweet sleep. A phantom walks the city, a smile to her features, while somewhere, her double sleeps deeply in a bed, wrapped in sheets and blankets
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He was falling, for what felt like eternity, and when he finally landed... it was at the ruins of Akzeriuth. The miasma was everywhere. Why was it everywhere?! They'd taken care of this, they'd fixed this... but it was here, it was all around him, making the air a sickly purple color that felt horrible and heavy in his chest.
Then he saw the others - other people, civilians, soldiers, even the replicas at the Tower of Rem... all people he'd killed. They were falling too, landing in the miasma around the bare rock on which he stood, crying out and calling, reaching out for safety. And of course, he ran out to the edges, reaching back. This was what he had to make up for right? He could save them, he could help them! Sometimes, the people would shy away from his hand, from the murder who'd killed them. Other times he couldn't reach. Then at last, there was one person who he was close enough to reach out and touch, who reached back.
His hand went through theirs.
He stared at them for one long moment before trying again, with the same result. He didn't even have to look at his hand to know what was going on - how it was translucent and glowing.]
No! Dammit-!
[He couldn't disappear, he couldn't! Not while he had things left to do, mistakes to atone for. Not while these people were still drowning in a sea of poisonous mud around him--!]
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Come stop your crying...
It'll be all right...
[a hand appears through the light.]
Take my hand...
Hold it tight...
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For a moment he struggles against whatever it is, until he begins to realize. He's feeling warm, wrapped up... safe? There was light... and singing. Gentle, soothing singing... And there's a hand now, reaching towards him.
He looks down at his own hand. It's solid.
He reaches out hesitantly and takes the offered hand.]
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I will be here...
[the hand pulls him into warm, cool, space. floating in a sea. bright lights. creatures all around them. a dolphin swims past.
a girl, white-haired, young, blue-dressed, floats there beside him, smiling, singing.]
...don't you cry.
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Who are you? ... Where are we?
[How was he able to speak here, anyway...?]
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Wait! I-I have to go back! There's still people there! I have to help them!
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[with a wave of her hand, the people appear, sound, safe, sleeping, in large bubbles that float about the space.]
Don't worry. You saved them!
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[This had never happened before. Never in all his nightmares had he actually been able to save them. They were always out of reach, or hating him for what he'd done. Or even when he could reach them, he was unable to touch them, unable to make up for his mistakes.][It was lucky that they were floating, otherwise his knees might've given way. The people here... they were dead. He was dying. He couldn't make up to dead people and he couldn't make up to anybody once he died. Seeing them all around him, alive and well... it was beyond overwhelming.]
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[He'd been fading, after all... Dreams aren't supposed to make sense, usually, but this really doesn't make sense...]
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[How is that dumb. DX]
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I swear I will knee you in the grapes if you don't calm the hell down, nancy boy. [the girl is looking mighty pissed. and dangerous.]
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He's also wondering how a five year-old can manage to look so threatening, because she does...]
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Good boy!
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Who are you?
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