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[yourpainismine]

You are dreaming, but it is not your dream. This place is foreign in many ways, but uncomfortably familiar in others. Houses, carts, fences...upturned and shattered across dusty, broken streets. It's a dream, but you can feel the harsh wind tug at your sleeves and disturb the ashes of what were once homes and the strange people therein. You can

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[riotnoise]

[ Looks around, very lost. ]

Dis fook'd up.

[yourpainismine]

I don't like any of it-!

[riotnoise]

[ Stares at him for a bit - he's a blue boy with a tail. He blinks, before poking his forehead, making sure he's real. ] Wot the. [ A pause. ] Bloody hell.

[yourpainismine]

[flinching, he scoots away from the hand and stares up at the funny-looking man. wiping his nose, he fidgets uncomfortably.]

A-Are you with the good one?

[thewomaniam]

None of this is real. She's... Almost positive of that. It's just some dream brought on by too many glasses of wine. Artemisia pauses when she hears the whimpering. Really, she should leave, this isn't a safe place, but... The soft sad voices put her in mind of her daughter.

What if Joy..? What if... She gathers up her skirts and moves towards where she thinks the voices are coming from.

[yourpainismine]

Not Joy. Nothing human-looking, anyway, unless tails were suddenly the norm. He's curled up against the remains of a farmhouse wall, arms bound with dirty bandages, wrapped around his knees and hiding his head. He hates this dream--it's the only thing he ever hated in his life, but it won't go away, and neither can he.

[thewomaniam]

A sharp relief, but she's hesitant now. It... It looks like a he, but she's really not sure, the way it's all curled in on itself like that. She takes another step closer, cautious. "Hello..?

[yourpainismine]

His shoulders lift, as if that'd make him invisible. From between his legs he can see feet still, so Chiinah eventually lifts his head enough for eyes to peek up at the lady. His voice is muffled by his arms.

"H'lo."

good morning elle-chan~

[phd_ghost]

[A familiar sight. This could almost be his own dream, though the landscape is different. He walks as a ghost, perfect black suit and leather shoes untouched by the ruin of this place.

The dead were unprepared... but it seems they always are. The center of the village, he will do the rites from there.]

v-vee-sama :>

[devilears]

[The center of the village, and a body is pushed aside and off the tapestry it had fallen on. he pulls the fabric smooth with two fingers, tilting his head and squinting at the words. foreign. great.]

-pets those pointy ears.-

[phd_ghost]

[Something living... The necromancer does not approve of it, but his curiosity tugs at him. A dream or a memory, and whose? He comes to a halt, hands relaxed in his pockets, eyes dark, mouth cynical,]

Not all dead I see.

they are grumpyears >:[

[devilears]

[a voice not accompanied by footfalls is no friend of his--Trevis spins on his heel and rises, hand immediately to the hilt of a sword, glaring daggers. this reeks of magic nonsense.]

Your handiwork, then?

[gerfaucon]

[ The bird of prey swoops down into the wreckage, settling upon a high beam of burnt wood, ruffling its feathers in a shiver of golden movement.

It calls out. ]

[lupinestare]

[the response comes in the arrival of an abnormally large wolf. any sound is good sound, especially when being bombarded by the smells of the dead and decaying. he's not sure if this is one of the speaking raptors, but what's he got to lose?]

What's the word from the skies, friend?

[gerfaucon]

[ At the sound, the bird cranes its head down to see, eyes as black as oil, fluttering its large wings as if to shake that scent of death from pale feathers. ]

The land is twisted for miles out. It is not a friendly place.

[lupinestare]

[if he could frown, he would. instead, a troubled sniff. he does not know of any place in the world that would be 'twisted'.]

Do you know the region well? I cannot smell the limbs of Falara from this place.

[last_juhl]

Her first reaction is that she's done it -- that somehow stuff has gone wrong and she's broken things (ie, the world) once and for all. Just like everyone said she would. But even in her worst nightmares and throughout the texts of prophesy, the end of the world has never managed to look quite like this. Twisting about, she searches for her brother.

Surely, he'd know what to do. He always does.

"...P-Pericles?"

No answer. The first time in...well, in ever.

[yourpainismine]

No, this isn't your handiwork, Pasi. This is an end for a completely different, but all-too similar world, and something from beneath your feet was the thing doing the breaking. It's sleeping now.

There's a lot more voices this time than Chiinah remembers. Does that mean people survive? Or is this the Bad One teasing him again? Either way, the new voice sounds as worried and scared as he feels, so he gets up and steps away from his ruined home to find the girl fretting about the yard of a neighbor.

"How come you're here?"

[last_juhl]

She twists about again, in the direction of the voice -- worried that it might be some danger (or worse off them). Even though the voice is unfamiliar, it does not seem immediately unkind. That is not enough to stop her from extending a hand out from her body as she turns. Blue flame erupts along the length of her arm -- elbow to fingertips -- and burns with a bright fire that does not seem to singe her clothes.

Stumbling slightly backwards, she waves her arm about just in case, but is startled to see-- To be honest, she's not entirely sure what she's looking at, but it's not something she's used to. It takes her a minute to realize that he's the one who said something.

"Wait. What? Aren't I supposed to be the one asking you that?" Taking another step back she gives her hand another wave in an attempt to look threatening. He looks harmless, but she knows looks can be deceiving.

[yourpainismine]

Chiinah shrinks away from the fast movements, pressing up against a portion of still-standing house. It's scary; nobody is ever left in these dreams, and she looks like a shorter version of the Bad One.

"I'm sorry...Nobody's ever here. Nn, an'..."