Darkness, water. As his dreams went, it wasn't an unusual one, and the calm atmosphere was more than welcome. But still Jotaro found that he was holding his breath as he looked around him. Something was different, he thought; something wasn't right.
Something was about to happen.
He watched the water, tense, ill at ease. Something about the sound of the clocks, especially, struck a deep, almost sick chord in his gut. He focused on the water as the rumbling started, the ripples. Something was going to happen. Something -
He watched the dragons with wild, unconcealed awe that all but froze him in place.
The dragons rise up further, moving into a formation of sorts in which one stands out in front. The ones further back snap and snarl between themselves as the solo one seems to regard the person standing in such a place. Perhaps inspecting whether this was another friend or whether it was a foe. The calm doesn’t last for long however, the creatures grow more restless as time stretches one.
The one in front soon comes to a decision.
All hell seems to break loose as the surface acting as a temporary floor shatters. The dragons roar, a strange blue tinted flame beginning to form in their mouths as they prepare to strike. Teeth snapping for flesh, flames being thrown, very bodies trying to coil around this intruder.
In the distance, somewhere below, there is the sound of water again, a possible exit from the attacks of these dragons.
Somehow - but not unexpectedly - Jotaro feels no fear. It's a dream, after all, and it's a <>good dream, he thinks with detached amazement. He drinks in the power of the dragons even as they move to destroy him, not resisting except to move out of the way of the coiling bodies. There's nothing he can do against them, he thinks - if they want him gone, they'll have their way.
When he finally moves, it's more out of curiosity than fear for his safety. He wants to know what else is in this dream-world, and if the dragons finish him he won't get there. Jumping aside, dodging, he goes for the water - trying to dive in, maybe that would get him away.
The dragons seem to halt the closer to the water one gets, almost as though they're aware that attacking too closer will cause harm of some kind. The ticking seems to increase in volume though, louder and far more noticeable, perhaps symbolic to a particular event.
Passing through the water seems to once again lead to a calm surrounding for a few moments before it too is disturbed. The water swirling apart almost, at least it appears to even though there's obviously something similar supporting the person moving through the mind. The parting is small, three people coming into focus.
The three are standing close together, talking too quietly to be heard at that moment. A girl being supported in between two boys, a taller one holding the shorter's hand near his mouth. The taller boy's words become clearer as the water seems to draw everything closer, the shorter boy soon being noticeable as Kamui.
"You seem to have made a decision."
"...Fuu...ma?"
"You chose your future as a dragon of heaven, one of the seven seals... "Kamui"."
Now this one was a little more original. No stairs, no blood, no death ... for now. It could have done without the clock, which brought metaphorical time back into the picture.
The dragons were a bit unexpected to, rushing out of the water like that. But at least, things looked sort of exciting here.
The dragons pause briefly, moving around in an almost snake-like manner, all snarling as they do so. This person isn’t familiar, they surely can’t be trusted. They waste no time in whipping their very heads as initial weapons. Intruders who can’t be trusted cannot be allowed to continue; at any cost they must be destroyed.
Fires start forming in their jaws as they prepare to increase the stakes, the supporting floor shattering and exposing a sheer drop into darkness. The dragons continue their attacks. Not daring to give up and allow this intruder a free pathway into the water below.
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As soon as the dragons strikes, Kanzeon starts to low, and the light focuses, until she is nothing more than a ball of light, zipping madly around to avoid the attacks.
Whatever the dragons are garding must be important. That's quite a defense mechanism right at the very entrance of a mind.
The Dragons seem to be defending the water itself, so Kanzeon lunges as soon as she sees an opening, hurtling her glowing light-self towards the surface of the water, and hoping that whatever is behind will be worth it.
The dragons do not follow into the water, nor do they attack after, they seem to be aware of the harm they'll cause if they continue. The water seems to hold a peril almost of it's own, although it's not so dangerous for anyone watching the scene
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Londo stood, almost hypnotized by the water. It was a symbol of something, he was sure, but for now he desired to just enjoy it. The clocks were fine at first, but then they became discordant, messing up the peacefulness of the scene. "Yes, yes, I know, there can be no peace for long. Nowhere is there peace for long. But a little more would not go amiss?"
He clearly wasn't heard, since the ticking and rumbling become almost unbearable before great shapes emerge. Londo blinked. Suddenly, he really wanted a place to run and hide, because he knew full well he was no match for a dragon. Instead, he stood very, very still and hoped he was not about to become dinner.
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Something was about to happen.
He watched the water, tense, ill at ease. Something about the sound of the clocks, especially, struck a deep, almost sick chord in his gut. He focused on the water as the rumbling started, the ripples. Something was going to happen. Something -
He watched the dragons with wild, unconcealed awe that all but froze him in place.
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The one in front soon comes to a decision.
All hell seems to break loose as the surface acting as a temporary floor shatters. The dragons roar, a strange blue tinted flame beginning to form in their mouths as they prepare to strike. Teeth snapping for flesh, flames being thrown, very bodies trying to coil around this intruder.
In the distance, somewhere below, there is the sound of water again, a possible exit from the attacks of these dragons.
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When he finally moves, it's more out of curiosity than fear for his safety. He wants to know what else is in this dream-world, and if the dragons finish him he won't get there. Jumping aside, dodging, he goes for the water - trying to dive in, maybe that would get him away.
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Passing through the water seems to once again lead to a calm surrounding for a few moments before it too is disturbed. The water swirling apart almost, at least it appears to even though there's obviously something similar supporting the person moving through the mind. The parting is small, three people coming into focus.
The three are standing close together, talking too quietly to be heard at that moment. A girl being supported in between two boys, a taller one holding the shorter's hand near his mouth. The taller boy's words become clearer as the water seems to draw everything closer, the shorter boy soon being noticeable as Kamui.
"You seem to have made a decision."
"...Fuu...ma?"
"You chose your future as a dragon of heaven, one of the seven seals... "Kamui"."
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The dragons were a bit unexpected to, rushing out of the water like that. But at least, things looked sort of exciting here.
"So ... what do we do now ?"
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Fires start forming in their jaws as they prepare to increase the stakes, the supporting floor shattering and exposing a sheer drop into darkness. The dragons continue their attacks. Not daring to give up and allow this intruder a free pathway into the water below.
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Whatever the dragons are garding must be important. That's quite a defense mechanism right at the very entrance of a mind.
The Dragons seem to be defending the water itself, so Kanzeon lunges as soon as she sees an opening, hurtling her glowing light-self towards the surface of the water, and hoping that whatever is behind will be worth it.
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He clearly wasn't heard, since the ticking and rumbling become almost unbearable before great shapes emerge. Londo blinked. Suddenly, he really wanted a place to run and hide, because he knew full well he was no match for a dragon. Instead, he stood very, very still and hoped he was not about to become dinner.
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