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[marreddreams]

[Tonight was promising to be a quiet night in the dressing room. The Tykis may be lounging in the miscellaneous bars and pubs, and the Allens are probably curled up in piles of blankets. Who knows where the Crosses are, but that's nothing new. And Lavis? Well... they're probably head-first in a book, drooling and getting ink on themselves. Yes,

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[flowercomplex]

[Just sitting in the middle of a field, though with lotuses absolutely everywhere. They don't look like they're actually growing from the ground, though, just scattered on it.

Picks a piece of wheat free and spins it in his fingers]

[marreddreams]

[When did she get here? Who knows. But it's almost as though she materialized out of nowhere.]

[Strangely, she isn't looking particularly dangerous; like a lost little girl wearing a crown of flowers, and striped stockings under a ruffled dress.]

[Reaches for a lotus blossom, and holds it in her lap.]

[flowercomplex]

[... Staring at]

Oi.

[marreddreams]

[Looking right back at.]

Why are all of you obsessed with lotus flowers?

[Simple enough question; she was never allowed to ask her own world's Kanda that, when she was still living at the Order.]

/also watched Inception, yesterday

[fallforthe_sky]

[It's an enormous circular room filled with trinkets and things; papers, stuffed animals, clothes, books, figurines, hat boxes, maps, boots, pillows, jewelry, coat racks-- anything, really, and so much of it that the floor is barely visible between the haphazard stacks. Everything is tinted sepia, like it's been water stained. Even the light.

Lenalee's on her hands and knees in the middle of the room, desperately searching for something. She can't seem to place what, but whatever it is, it's in this room and she needs to find it now. She pushes things out of her way in a near panic, sending things toppling over around her.]

/has perfect timing =3

[marreddreams]

[It is impossible to hear Road, as she's floating on Lero above, looking smug.]

[From behind Lenalee, something shifts... as if there's something crawling around in the mess, trying frantically to stay out of reach.]

[fallforthesky]

Where is it-- god, where is it-- [She freezes upon hearing the noise, breath catching in her throat and echoing strangely around the room; the only sound to echo in the room, really. For now, she's completely unaware of Road's presence, and scrambles around in the direction of the shifting she heard, scattering papers around her. An ornate chair surrounded by overflowing boxes and draped with clothes catches her eye. Did it come from there? Lenalee presses her cheek to the floor and squints into the shadows cast by the boxes.]

[marreddreams]

[Except, it's impossible to see into those shadows, isn't it? Impossible to make out even the shapes of the boxes themselves.]

[But it isn't impossible to hear, no. As soon as the room falls still enough, there comes another soft scuttling sound, like tiny bare feet scampering across the floor.]

[Whatever it is, it moves too fast for Lenalee to really see. But it does sound like it's diving under a nearby table, covered in a velvet maroon tablecloth.]

[1year_wakened]

[Boy can't get a break.]

[His dream takes place in a church. Not a fancy one or a particularly big one, but it's got a quiet grace about it.]

[The grace is overridden by the fact that Tyki is screaming amidst the wreckage of overturned pews and such things, sounding tortured and terrified and mindless with agony. He's off to the side of the dream, bleeding profusely from his new stigmata.]

[Finally, he falls to his knees, pitches over, and sort of just... is in too much pain to do anything much. It looks like he has finally passed out, but he might simply be unable to react anymore.]

[The memories of his not-long-ago Awakening don't like him very much.]

[marreddreams]

[... she knows the pain in that scream anywhere. Too familiar with it.]

[There are muffled, stockinged footsteps echoing through the church as she steps down the aisle, hands clasped behind her back.]

[1year_wakened]

[barely, barely stirring to look up.]

Road. [yes, because it's a dream, he knows who she is.]

[marreddreams]

[Keeps a rather expressionless face as she steps closer, and finally kneels down next to him. At first, she tucks his hair behind his hears, brushes it out of his face, and finally she pulls his head into her lap.]

[solo_insanity]

["Who turned out the lights?" might be the first question. The halls looked similar enough to the endless twists and turns and changes this place is known for. Even the windows showed boxed in courtyards with invisible fences. Though, on closer inspection, it isn't exactly dark. No, instead it seemed as if someone had scrapped all the color from the area and left behind only gray mush that blurred at the edges.

Actually, there was one bit of color in the hallway. The footsteps made by your passing. Flower petals of bright pinks and purples stretching endlessly behind.]

[marreddreams]

[Sh-she's been looking for you all night, Tyki ._.]

[And yet, there's something about the feeling of the lack of color that Road doesn't like. It feels strange, even for a dreamworld. There isn't any place to go, but forward.]

[Her brow furrows, and she clasps her hands behind her back as she steps forward, color rippling from her toes with each step she takes.]

[Color. It's the least she can do right now.]

[solo_insanity]

[As she continues to search, the Dream attempts to help. It slides ahead farther and wider than her footsteps. It loops around the halls and finally doubles back to her. The visage around her almost shrugs at a lost. But the Dream, tamed for now, shifts beneath her slowly blurring everything into a solid shade of gray as it attempts a different approach.

She finds herself outside in the middle of tall grasses. Perhaps her search will produce more fruit here. If she looks back, she can see the sole building that makes up this way point for worlds. However, it looks even bleaker than the gray stalks at her feet. A soft wind kicks up and the colored petals of lotus she was trailing and swirls into the sky. Even though she can't see any water, she can smell the salt coming from an ocean beach.]

[marreddreams]

[The Dream is turning too fast for her to keep up with it. She can't tell if this is another Dreams, or if it's her inability to control this dreamworld. Whichever case this is, it's infuriating. And also maddening. She should be able to turn this however she wants, god damn it.]

[Road reaches out, running her fingers over the grass, contemplating which direction to go. She doesn't want to go back to the building; if she does, she'll never get out again, and she knows it. At the same time, though... she's missing something. Someone. She can't just leave with out them.]

[But there's ocean ahead. Freedom. Not weird versions of her, nor the ones she loves, nor those claiming to be her Siblings who aren't. She frowns, looking down at the ground, where a small yellow flower is coming up from the soil; she plucks it free, and starts forward

[stainedlotus]

[Sea of blood, sea of lotus. Really unoriginal, really basic. Except, well, there's also the bodies of Finders and akuma strewn about.

Kanda himself is standing in the middle of it all, covered in blood and blood dripping off the tip of his blade. Above him, his Tease is just fluttering around, as if trying to decide which body to feast on.]

[teasingstar]

Enjoying yourself?

[stainedlotus]

Not really. [Because none of this is helping him find her.]

[teasingstar]

How unfortunate.