Dreamscape

[alle_halle]

Characters: Allelujah Haptism, OPEN
When: April 5th-11th, nighttime
Where: Dreamscape
Rating: PG-13 but may go up, depending on the dream
Summary: Inside Allelujah's mind.

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Saturday Night

[stalwart_flame]

Skyler looked around himself, shivering at the cold and overall unpleasant place he'd found himself in. Who would possibly be found in a place like this? Shrugging finally, the Pokemon started walking. The sooner he found out the better.

Checking the rooms was proving to be pretty pointless. hey were empty, or the equipment in them meant nothing to him. Occasionally as he walked he would think he saw or heard someone, and he was getting nervous because it felt like he was stuck there. Wandering on, he continued searching.

Saturday Night

[alle_halle]

The corridors are leading deeper and deeper, faint voices heard here and there. In one room, you encounter a scene of Allelujah, Skyler, Lockon and pinkhaired girl planting seeds near the lake. They're all chatting happily and looks like having fun, the scene radiates warm feeling despite the cloudy sky.

Saturday Night

[stalwart_flame]

Skyler smiled a bit at what he'd seen. It didn't take a genius to know that's how the orchard had started. It seemed likely that this was either Lockon or Allelujah's mind then, because it didn't seem like a place to find a pink-haired girl. Taking the warm feelings to heart, the Pokemon closed the door to continue his search for the mind's owner.

Sunday night

[ladyptolemaios]

How odd. This really did not look like one of her usual dreams, Sumeragi thought to herself as she wandered about the uncomfortable looking corridor, taking different ways, just to keep moving. Something was certainly scary about this place.

And suddenly, there was a noise, that made Sumeragi turn around, looking where it might have come from. This place was so bright, but yet it seemed like something scary had just happened. Was she just nervous? But why? Because of the dream's respective owner?
All of this kept lingering in her head as she entered a room, where the noise seemed to have come from, but what would await her there?

Sunday night

[alle_halle]

The door opens to unfamiliar scene - Allelujah and yourself, both dressed differently than you can remember. Allelujah is wearing his new uniform, he seems troubled. There's a wine bottle on the table, along with two glasses; the room reminds too much of the Ptolemaio.

"I know she'll never forgive me for what I've done."

"I'm glad you found it. Your reason to fight."

Sunday night

[ladyptolemaios]

"What ...?", Sumeragi breathed, leaning on the wall for support, speaking without thinking about it first. She was watching herself and Allelujah.
But like it would not have been odd enough to begin with she looked different.
Her long auburn hair was cut much shorter.
Was this probably the Sumeragi from the future?
Even the room the two of them were in looked a lot like the room she had lived in at the Ptolemaios, but yet a bit different.

What are they talking about?, Sumeragi thought, unsure if the two had heard her earlier or would answer if she asked them directly. A reason ... to fight? Allelujah's reason? Could ... it possibly be ...?

Sunday night

[alle_halle]

"It's something I've choosen for myself."

Dream Sumeragi reached to refill her glass, smiling sadly.

"But I envy you a little."

Just as suddenly as it appeared, the scene faded. The room was empty, with only bottle and two glasses standing on the table.

Wednesday Night

[joyinthefight]

He knew at first glance he was going to get lost. The halls all looked the same, the rooms all looked the same. Kenpachi didn't even have a clue as to whose mind he was in. Well, standing wasn't going to get him anywhere.

Picking a direction at random, Kenpachi begins walking, eventually picking a room at random to go into. Sooner or later he'll find something interesting, he hopes. At the very least he might find out who he is visiting.

Wednesday Night

[alle_halle]

You find yourself in the middle of the battlefield, giant robots are fighting around. Some of them fight in the air while the rest is on the ground. There are some people too, hiding behind the ruined walls, and even more bodies laying on the ground; the whole place looking more like ambush than a battlefield. What's strange, the robots on the ground concentrate fire on the people not paying attention to the battle taking place in the air at all.

Wednesday Night

[joyinthefight]

Kenpachi eyes the battle, starting to grin as he works on getting the measure of it. Then he starts noticing that it looks unbalanced. "Tha' ain't righ'," he mutters, stepping forward. He doesn't know if he can interact with this or not, and he's never fought a giant metal thing before, but there's a first time for everything. He moves to where the distracted people are, drawing his zanpakutou, wondering if he gets to try to defend them, if he gets to take on a new challenge.

Wednesday Night

[alle_halle]

Neither the people there nor the machines seem to notice you. The battle continues, people getting killed in unfair fight. The battle changes when more robots arrive; these four are painted in bright colors and concentrate fire on both robots on the ground and in the air. They succeed. Suddenly, those in air start retreating, the battle coming to a draw.

Sunday Night

[lecherous_kappa]

Something is off about his dream. Gojyo normally has something familiar in his dreams, and there's nothing here that makes sense to him. He's also oddly aware. He glared at a random wall. "What the fuck?" He heard just a hint of sound, and decided to try to follow it. There were two corridors it could have come from, and Gojyo picks the left-hand side. He wonders if this is Zakuro's illusion, which Doku warned him about. He hoped not, he couldn't remember how to get out if it was.

Sunday Night

[alle_halle]

The corridors lead deeper and deeper, faint children voices somewhere in the distance. They grow closer as you approach them, coming from behind one of the closed door, one in series of identical ones in the corridor.

((ooc: sorry for being so late orz))

Sunday Night

[lecherous_kappa]

Gojyo can hear the noises. They sound young, not threatening, but even kids can be dangerous. He's learned this before. But there has to be some point to the noises, they're some of few things that stand out in the environment. He approaches the door and opens it, very curious by now.

[[ooc: No worries! It's not really late at all.]]

Sunday Night

[alle_halle]

There seem to be yet another corridor behind the door, and two children. One of them, a small boy is trying to run away from the other covering his head with both hands; the second looks like Allelujah, with blood smeared over his face and clothes. He's pointing a gun at the other, manical grin on his face.

"I don't want to die! Stop that, Allelujah!"

"No, my name is-"

A gunshot. When Allelujah lowers the gun, looking at the lifeless body, something changes. He seems scared by what just happened, the grin is gone as he takes a hesitant step forward.

Wednesday

[n1ghtsend]

DiZ. This place reminded him too much of DiZ. The man was a complete mystery to Riku, but he can't help but feel a similarity between him and this place. The place was, indeed, the creation of someone's mind, but whose...? Riku could smell a faint hint of darkness around, but it was somewhere hidden. He probably didn't know the owner of this man's mind too much.

Having nothing else to do, Riku walked on, but still somewhat on guard. He remembered hearing or seeing something along the way, and while he cannot pinpoint on who or what did it belong to, he could at least remember which direction he noticed it from. And so, he continued towards that way.

Wednesday

[alle_halle]

Endless corridors with doors, doors, and more doors on both sides. The sounds grow closer, if you follow them you encounter empty room with small bracelet hidden behind one of the stools. The walls are damaged there, cracks visible on cold surfaces. The corridors led even deeper, voices becoming muted.