[ Dream - 003 ]

[thecoolestsoul]

A girl in a long black jacket is dodging a flurry of thrust attacks from a sword-wielding technician. Nothing seems that strange about the scene. She's clutching in both hands a bold red and black scythe, ducking and weaving around attacks instead of parrying them. ...There is blood dripping down the snath, originating from the place where the

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[felinephobic]

[his hand lingers near his chest for the briefest second]

Must have hurt.

[thecoolestsoul]

...less than I thought it would, I guess.

[felinephobic]

It was a while ago?

[thecoolestsoul]

A couple of months now.

It healed okay, anyway.

[felinephobic]

Mm. That's good.

...what happened to the scythe?

[thecoolestsoul]

At the beginning? The sword we were attacked with vibrated, so when my technician guarded against an attack, it started sawing through me. That's where the blood came from.

[felinephobic]

...you were the scythe?

[he'd sort of assumed that was a dream transition]

[thecoolestsoul]

From what I hear, that's not really normal in most worlds, but yeah.

[felinephobic]

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by this point.

[thecoolestsoul]

I know what you mean. Just when I think this place might be sort of normal underneath all the levels of boring, it turns out I'm wrong.

[felinephobic]

Have you been here long?

[thecoolestsoul]

Couple of months or something. What about you?

[felinephobic]

About the same. Long enough.

[thecoolestsoul]

No kidding. I hope you're better at finding stuff to do around here than I am.

[felinephobic]

...I have some help with that.

[thecoolestsoul]

Am I going to regret asking?