51. Dreams Meme

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Ben Lockwood | Werewolf OC | 'verse if we got it, or not

[werewolf_hacker]

Re: Ben Lockwood | Werewolf OC | 'verse if we got it, or not

[stirsthewaters]

[ooc: because we haven't seen enough of Raph lately? :D]

YAY RAPH. I got a 6, believe it or not, so Imma combine 2 and 4 because this is Ben, after all

[werewolf_hacker]

[It's the gate, of course. It's always the fucking gate anymore. This time, however, there's a llama standing in front of it with a distinctly evil cast to his eye. And really, who can blame him?]

Well. That's awesome.

OMG ILU

[stirsthewaters]

[Raphael rarely meddles with human dreaming. He leaves that to the Messenger and others whose gifts extend to passing the Father's word to humankind.

Things like this right here? Are why.]

[werewolf_hacker]

[The red-shot green fog on the other side of the gate seems angrier than usual, the roaring louder.] Someone back there sounds unhappy, Raph. [The llama stomps his foot and takes a step toward them. Ben takes several rapid steps back.] Did you bring that? Because he's new.

[stirsthewaters]

I can assure you that I did not. This is all your subconscious's doing, I'm afraid. [Which doesn't mean Raphael won't be backing up, himself.]

[werewolf_hacker]

I hate my subconscious. Haaaaaaaaaaate it. Demons and bleeding gates aren't bad enough, now I have an angry llama. [Which proceeds to hork out a glob of fire, which Ben barely dodges.] Awesome.

[stirsthewaters]

[Raphael just . . . stares for a moment, before deciding that now is as good a time as any to arm himself with his short sword and the net of flaming cords he carries in his other hand.] When my brother asked me to look in on you, I admit this was not what I had expected to find.

[werewolf_hacker]

[Right on cue, the grating moan sounds from behind the gates. Then another and another, building until they shriek. The llama decides that the gate is a bigger threat than the people in front of it, and it turns around and spits another flame in that general direction.] Well, the dream is usually the same. But you and the llama aren't usually here.

[stirsthewaters]

I don't know if that comforts me or not. [Raphael spreads his wings as the shrieking rises to a fever pitch.] Do I want to know what comes out of there?

[werewolf_hacker]

Hell, Raph, I don't know what comes out of there. Usually I wake up before it does. Unless-- [Right on cue, there's the gate-shaking gout of blood.

And Guriel's right behind it. Ben leaps forward.] NO!

[stirsthewaters]

[This is Ben's dream, and that limits what Raphael can do here -- but that doesn't stop him from lunging forward, raising his weapons, because Ben's distress is living in the air around them . . .]

[werewolf_hacker]

Raph, we gotta-- [He reaches for Guri's flailing hand, misses...

And that's when the llama blunders into him, gronking in fear and spewing slobbery fireballs indiscriminately at all and sundry.] Guri, get out--!

[stirsthewaters]

[But Raphael is slowed, as if the very air around him doesn't want him moving forward, and he makes it barely a few steps before claws scissor through the air and pierce the dream version of his brother, who makes a heartbroken sound before his very being begins to melt away.

Ben . . . Raph, hel--

And he's gone.]

[werewolf_hacker]

[A scream shreds Ben's throat, even as his claws tear through the llama's neck and the headless corpse staggers around spraying blood from the stump. Ben throws himself at the gate and rips it off its hinges, tossing it away as if it weighs nothing.

Roaring, he leaps into the fog.]

[stirsthewaters]

Ben! [Raphael bolts after him, striking out at the tendrils of dark fog that snake out and try to grab his ankles and slow his passing.] Ben, wait, don't . . .