Dream - 001
Warnings: None
Effects:(Optional) Loneliness, curiosity, joy, slight love
A.B.A was starting to wonder if leaving Frasco had been such a good idea. The world beyond was big and people stared at her or even attempted to throw things at her. She had found some solace in a key collection, but not much else and wished her creator had been around to explain things to her.
She found her way onto barren land while searching for a place to sleep away from the local town, and noticed it wasn't quite as deserted as she had thought. There was something quite large stuck in the dirt, which A.B.A was very cautious to approach, only to look at with wide eyes when she saw just what it was.
A beautiful key that was even bigger than her. A.B.A didn't hesitate any longer at the sight of it and placed a hand to the smooth surface. It would be wounderful for her collection.
"Excuse me, but just what are you doing?"
A.B.A pulled her hand away and took steps back, fearing she had been caught touching something that belonged to someone else. She looked around to try and find the owner of the voice, but it was still only her and the giant key in the abandonded area.
"Up here, young one."
She glanced up just as instructed and saw the details on the face of the key had opened up to reveal large eyes and a stitched up mouth. For A.B.A it only made the key more intriguing.
"You can talk," she said, stating the obvious. "You're a key and you can talk."
The face of the key actually showed some emotion as it looked exasperated at A.B.A's words. "Actually, I am simply in the shape of a key. I'm a very dangerous weapon that was used in the crusades long ago." At A.B.A's blank stare he stopped his explanation. "You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"
"No, not really. But, I was born in a lab. Does that help?"
The large weapon gave a heavy sigh. "It explains a few things, I suppose." His eyes looked her over. "I follow whoever is the strongest individual. You seem to have woken me from my slumber. So, tell me, what is your name?"
"A.B.A," she was quick to supply. She stepped forward once more and placed her hand back on his surface to touch the long stem. "What is yours?"
"Um, Flament Nagel," he answered uneasily. "Could you not do that, please?"
"But, you said you have to follow me now, right? So, I can do what I want." A.B.A continued to touch the key wherever she wished, ignoring the frustrated look on the weapon's face. "And, I don't think I like your name, so I'll give you a new one."
"W-Wait a minute--"
"Paracelsus," A.B.A concluded, picking the first good name that came to her. She removed her hand just so she could hop up and grab the top of the weapon with both and pull him down. "Come, Paracelsus. We're going to find somewhere to rest."
She then proceeded to drag the grumbling weapon away slowly along the dirt.
[When the Dream is over A.B.A sits up from her place on the hard floor. No longer is she settled in Malik's guest room, but in a cottage of her own and one that isn't at all furnished aside from the few fixings that come with it. Her eyes are staring straight ahead at nothing and Paracelsus' name leaves her lips quietly]
Effects:(Optional) Loneliness, curiosity, joy, slight love
A.B.A was starting to wonder if leaving Frasco had been such a good idea. The world beyond was big and people stared at her or even attempted to throw things at her. She had found some solace in a key collection, but not much else and wished her creator had been around to explain things to her.
She found her way onto barren land while searching for a place to sleep away from the local town, and noticed it wasn't quite as deserted as she had thought. There was something quite large stuck in the dirt, which A.B.A was very cautious to approach, only to look at with wide eyes when she saw just what it was.
A beautiful key that was even bigger than her. A.B.A didn't hesitate any longer at the sight of it and placed a hand to the smooth surface. It would be wounderful for her collection.
"Excuse me, but just what are you doing?"
A.B.A pulled her hand away and took steps back, fearing she had been caught touching something that belonged to someone else. She looked around to try and find the owner of the voice, but it was still only her and the giant key in the abandonded area.
"Up here, young one."
She glanced up just as instructed and saw the details on the face of the key had opened up to reveal large eyes and a stitched up mouth. For A.B.A it only made the key more intriguing.
"You can talk," she said, stating the obvious. "You're a key and you can talk."
The face of the key actually showed some emotion as it looked exasperated at A.B.A's words. "Actually, I am simply in the shape of a key. I'm a very dangerous weapon that was used in the crusades long ago." At A.B.A's blank stare he stopped his explanation. "You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"
"No, not really. But, I was born in a lab. Does that help?"
The large weapon gave a heavy sigh. "It explains a few things, I suppose." His eyes looked her over. "I follow whoever is the strongest individual. You seem to have woken me from my slumber. So, tell me, what is your name?"
"A.B.A," she was quick to supply. She stepped forward once more and placed her hand back on his surface to touch the long stem. "What is yours?"
"Um, Flament Nagel," he answered uneasily. "Could you not do that, please?"
"But, you said you have to follow me now, right? So, I can do what I want." A.B.A continued to touch the key wherever she wished, ignoring the frustrated look on the weapon's face. "And, I don't think I like your name, so I'll give you a new one."
"W-Wait a minute--"
"Paracelsus," A.B.A concluded, picking the first good name that came to her. She removed her hand just so she could hop up and grab the top of the weapon with both and pull him down. "Come, Paracelsus. We're going to find somewhere to rest."
She then proceeded to drag the grumbling weapon away slowly along the dirt.
[When the Dream is over A.B.A sits up from her place on the hard floor. No longer is she settled in Malik's guest room, but in a cottage of her own and one that isn't at all furnished aside from the few fixings that come with it. Her eyes are staring straight ahead at nothing and Paracelsus' name leaves her lips quietly]