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All up in the blogs sayin' we met at the bar

Jul 22, 2010 06:38

WHO: Trowa Barton, A crowd of NPCs and 14 poor unsuspecting saps all under a curse, and anyone who sees this going on or gets dragged in by accident. ADD YOUR TAGS.
WHERE: Alllllll over the City.
WHEN: Thursday, July 22 (Day 1)
WARNINGS: Large amounts of hideous as the weekend wears on.
SUMMARY: The poor kid pissed off Aphrodite and then told her ( Read more... )

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That night, when Trowa tries to get some sleep... ofthedream July 25 2010, 03:11:00 UTC

At first, Towa's dreams are normal and (for the most part) innocuous. But at some point during the night, there is a subtle shift.

Trowa will find himself wandering through a forest. The deeper he goes, the more primordial and ancient the forest becomes. However, contrary to the primeval instinct of mankind, this forest is not forbidding. In fact... it feels almost welcoming... In fact, it seems to be calling him deeper into the forest.

After a time, he'll start to get the feeling of being watched... But it's an almost benign sort of interest - like a smile from someone watching you across the room.

ofthedream July 26 2010, 02:48:20 UTC

"Yes. The Emerald Dream is my domain. It is a beautiful place - even more so now that the Nightmare had been driven back. It is the world untouched by mortal civilization."

She was speaking of more to him than she had to anyone else she'd encountered in this world. She wasn't sure why. But she felt she could speak to him as she could not to other mortals.

And she was so very tired of hiding herself from the mortal masses.

/lives pacifisted July 28 2010, 23:53:06 UTC

Fortunately for her, Trowa liked to know how to push other people's buttons--and the best way to figure that out was to listen to them and discover what made them tick. Focusing on someone else's story also made it so that they usually wouldn't remember to ask about his. By the time they realized they'd told him everything about themselves and got nothing in return, he was long gone.

Maybe he could do that here.

"Then you aren't a mortal," he replied, making it more of a statement than a question. It was the line of logic she'd provided him, after all--if she was of some form or other, and it was her domain, and her domain hadn't been touched by one... well, the conclusion was obvious.

ofthedream July 29 2010, 01:45:03 UTC

Ysera smiles, amused at his question and his sharp intellect. But she wasn't about to play that particular game with him. Besides, she wanted to know more about him. Even for someone who reminded her of home, Trowa wouldn't get all his questions answered clearly.

"Even gods can die. And I am no god."

"Tell me of your world? I am curious. Is it much like this City?"

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