Dream a Dream

[dark_thespian]

Characters: Allen Walker and YOU
When: During the Dreamscape event
Where: Inside Allen's dreams.
Rating: Subject to change.
Summary: Within the mind of Allen Walker many things lie in wait for those that explore it.

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[reckless_equine]

"Hm...." Ranma looks at the entire battlefield for a few moments, his blue-gray eyes taking note of the scenery. Every detail was etched into his mind and memorized, as if he was preparing for battle. After a few moments of deliberation after taking note of the entire situation. It was obvious to one who knew Ranm as to which path he would take.

With a grin, he picked up the black crown and spun it on his fingers. A dangerous edge glinted in eyes as he stared at the white pieces. "I always did like a challenge~" He noted with a bit of joy as he prepared himself for battle.

[sleightofhearts]

It looks like chess, and Tyki can't be assed into remembering the rules of the game. So, for a long while, he's content to just sit back and watch how the battle

When the one spots him, though, and brings his finger up to his lips, Tyki straightens a little. As the exchange unfolds, he prowls closer, meeting the gray figure with an intense gaze.

"It's all pointless, you know."

[dark_thespian]

The gray figure resolves into Allen crafted of shades of gray and blurred at the edges. Yet the change between clown and knight continues as the boy regards Tyki with a frown. "Nothing is pointless." He says as looks around the battlefield. "We have a right to decide where we go and what paths we walk. Even if no one else agrees with us." He fixes Tyki a tired look and shakes his head.

[sleightofhearts]

Tyki disagrees. Perhaps, in the way of dreams, the dream would reflect this.

Because Tyki has no choice, not in the end. He knows it, deep down, very deep down. Of course he does; that's why he's been holding on to what he has left for so very long.

He scoffs. "Only a martyr would think that."

[dark_thespian]

Allen laughs at that. "No. Only stubborn people think like this." He didn't see himself as a martyr or anything else. He was just him. "Which will it be, Tyki? What road in this place will you choose? Because there is a choice here." He spreads his hands wide and smiles faintly, like a jester. "And only you can make it."

I know I said about spoilers, but then I forgot about them. =D

[general_mustang]

Chess.

He recognised it quickly, and could quite easily understand the correlation. So who's head was he in this time?

Haha <3

[dark_thespian]

The gray figure flickers between clown and knight as he strides over to Roy. He regards him silently as he comes to a stop just a foot from the black king's crown. "What choice will you make?" He asks, waiting just like the warriors on the field.

[general_mustang]

It's not difficult to discern what is going on, but politics have always played such a big part in his life - that he's aware there's more to this than what meets the eye.

Regarding the figure, his eyebrow arches.

"What are you after?"

[dark_thespian]

The gray figure seems taken back at the question for a moment, as if no one ever asked him that before. He looks over the battlefield and back at Roy. "People are dying, souls are being ripped back down here only to suffer, and neither the living or the dead deserve that. I want to put things right, and save them all."

[sauceytomato]

Sasuke watched silently as the pieces fought. He didn't miss how a couple were more defined than others, especially the Kings. The smile from the gray knight reminds him of Allen in a way, and he can't help but give his own half-smile back.

That's quickly wiped off his face, though, when everything goes so silent you can literally hear someone breathing. It's almost chilling how eerie it is. Sasuke stares at the crown for a long moment, then up at the rest of the chess pieces and the gray knight. What was he supposed to do?

Biting down on the inside of his cheek, Sasuke headed over to pick up the fallen crown. He hesitates for a moment, staring down at the crown in his hands before he turns to the knight. With another half-smile, he hands it over.

"Don't overdo it, sprout."