dream class | OPEN

[nightmare_mods]

WHO: Everyone with a dream form.
WHAT: Dream class.
WHERE: The basement infirmary.
WHEN: Thursday, after regular classes.
WARNINGS: Violence, ?

((OOC Notes: Sorry for the delay, folks! This log is back-dated to February 5th. This should cover the basics for newer players, as well as checking out previous logs! Reply to threads or start your own.

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[trapped in a memory]

[shotacorn]

[ooc: I'm just c/ping from the last one because I'm lazy. orz]

It was just a neighbourhood. Suburbia. Houses from a template, painted from a pallet. A bird is a crow is a rook is a crow.

There are no cars, but their sound fills the air, blocking out everything else. It's daytime, but it feels dark.

Two boys walk down the sidewalk of a busy street. The elder is laughing, gesturing wildly as they walk; telling a story. The younger is silent, smiling, and his eyes light up, just a little, in his plain face.

They step out onto the street to cross; there is the sound of a breaking car, and then silence.

The younger boy is sitting alone, in a house. His parents are there, and their voices fill all the corners of the house with their whispers. They look at the boy, but avert their gazes when he turns to them.

Only a few words make it out from the walls: pushed, cursed, away.

The younger boy's face is plain, but something about it strikes people as-- dirty.

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[ooc: WHEN YOU BREAK THE ILUSION, there will be no boy-- just a black

Closet

[tantei_hakuba]

Saguru stared at his chest, cursing loudly, trying to find just where exactly the dream class had decided to place his shirt.

Unable to find it, and not willing to meet Hisoka, he peered out from behind the closet door, hoping against hope that the temper filled brunette wasn't standing outside it.

Especially not with Muraki's cuts glowing on his chest like a second sun someone had dipped in red paint.

[blindedbyice]

The dream class was the last place Akira had wanted to be, but since he'd left the hospital Thursday, he was at school in time for it to happen. He welcomed the cold infirmary, though he'd required assistance to lie down on the stiff mattress today.

But when he came to in that other world, his eyes didn't hurt nor did they function. Akira vividly remembered what he'd promised to Akinari and slashed out angrily at the door in front of him, not caring if there was someone in whatever was on the other side of it. There was nobody to protect here now, only the cold and his blades.

[tantei_hakuba]

Saguru pushed the door forward when he heard the swords, allowing a gap between himself and the rather sharp weapons. "Do you mind he growled, moving out of the closet and putting more space between him and the swords.

[blindedbyice]

He stepped back as he heard and felt the door move, but he didn't sheath his swords. Akira scowled at the annoyed voice he heard. "What sort of coward finds himself in a closet here?" he asked, voice icy and detached.

Library

[tooprettytokill]

Even a usually safe place like the library left him uneasy today. Hisoka ached with both the school's discomfort and his own nerves. He tried to tell if there was anyone nearby, but right now all he could feel was unease, like the area near the tree had felt that night....

He shook his head and stood up. Thinking about those memories would only make him weak. Hisoka knew better than to let that weakness take over at a time like this. With Riko at his side, he walked slowly, careful not to touch the bookshelves for fear of having even more sensation added to his strained emotions.

Re: Library

[skyclaws]

Unfortunately for whoever happened to be in the library at the time, the solitude wouldn't be everlasting. No, not much longer and a loud scraping noise could be heard at the door. What was it? Certainly sounded big.

But, it was nothing more than a hawk. A freakishly large hawk. It seemed to be trying to fly, but was having issues with getting into the air and staying there. A loud flapping sound, followed by a piercing shriek, then more scraping. After another moment, the door was forced open.

Sharp eyes of a dark blue moved frantically around the area; was it scared? Or just angry? It was probably a mixture of both; this was Falco's first time in this strange class and he had no knowledge about what was even going on. Another failed attempt at flying and the bird would flop onto the ground with a thud, talons gripping at the ground as he tried to find purchase on the floor.

[tooprettytokill]

Hisoka turned towards the noise and stayed where he was, figuring that it was safer to keep books and walls on three sides of him as whatever that was made its way into the room.

He'd expected a human, not a large hawk, and winced at the fear and anger that crashed into him. Riko moved in front of him, cactus limbs flailing as threateningly as a tiny potted plant could. If anything happened, he was ready to attack.

"Are you a student?" he asked quietly, then realized that a bird probably couldn't answer.

[skyclaws]

Falco's eyes squinted at Hisoka, not recognizing him, but knowing enough that he wasn't a real threat. Yet. (Though that potted plant was certainly unnerving).

His mouth--which was now a very threatening-looking beak--opened as he tried to speak to answer the question, but nothing came out but a shrill shriek, to which Falco's eyes widened. What the hell was going on? He couldn't talk??

After a moment of consideration, Falco tucked his wings against his body and, after managing to stand on his two feet, settled down on the floor. He didn't know much about birds, but a sitting bird probably looked less threatening than one with its wings outspread. He watched Hisoka, lowering his head. Maybe he'd understand?

Hallway outside the freshman classrooms

[durchdringen]

The little prince woke up in a dream. Not unusual-- he always did like taking naps and sleeping in, after all. What was unusual was, of all places to dream about, why the Philosophy I classroom? The teacher's scrawl of the previous lesson was still on the board, and there he was, seated on the chair he claimed for himself, with his book (closed, of course) in front of him.

This was stupid. Frowning, Belphegor stood up from his chair, angrily. He wasn't exactly sure why, but every minute that passed with him inside the room made him a teensy bit pissed off. He knew something was supposed to happen, but it wasn't happening.

Bel made his way to the door when the light flickered. He looked up at the ceiling, at the fluorescent lights and frowned at them. Even in the dream things were stupid in school. When he left the classroom, he felt himself shift. Or maybe it was something. His senses were heightened, and his skin prickled with.. something in the air. Now this was what he was waiting for

[replacethis]

Rather it was fortunate or not, the door eventually gave way to all of Bel's pounding and swung open, as it would under normal circumstances. The classroom looked empty, if one was only a quick observer. But the room was not, in fact, empty, and held one very small occupant.

The frog sat on the teacher's desk, appearing to not even be alive at first. It didn't seem to move and continued to simply just sit there, staring ahead at absolutely nothing at all. When the door creaked open, however, it finally turned its head, beady little eyes shining in the dark.

Fran could recognize Bel, of course. It wasn't that hard. Even if Bel didn't look like himself (bloody, maybe, but definitely himself), Fran would probably be able to see through the disguise anyway. Thankfully, Bel would not be able to recognize him. Or at least, he hoped not. He really didn't need Bel to realize that Fran was a frog in the nightmare. Rather forlorn, he croaked and looked away again.

[durchdringen]

The smell of blood did something to Bel. He could see clearly in the dark room. The faint light from the hallway didn't really help light everything up, but even then, Bel could see the tiniest little details, including the frog on the desk.

Weird, wasn't this a math classroom, not a science one? What was the little froggie doing--

"Little froggie," Bel said in a sing-song voice. He made his way to the teacher's table, weaving through the desks, dragging his sharp nails on the polished wood. "Froggie, Froggie, Froggie," he repeated when he reached the table. He crouched down so he was eye-level with the frog. "What's the Little Froggie doing here~?"

[replacethis]

The frog stared back at Bel in silence for a few moments before he finally croaked again. It wasn't as though Fran couldn't speak while like this, because he could, he just didn't want to risk his voice being recognized if he did. Fran blinked once, twice, and turned to hop away toward the edge of the desk. He would so suicide jump off of this thing if he absolutely had to. Bel looked scary in the nightmare. Fran actually had a feeling he'd wind up having real nightmares about it.

Abandoned Library

[manipulativeme]

Fuji stretched as he stood from the dusty chair he had been placed in, his last memory being laying out on the sterile white bed in the infirmary. Glancing around he found that his current location was somewhere in the old, abandoned library. The cobwebs and layers of caked on dust choked the air yet everything was in black and white. Confusion swept across the young teen as he looked around in the darkness, perhaps that was the cause of it all, just being in the dark took away the color.

His footsteps raised more dust than there had been during his last visit to the building, a small cloud of it followed him to one of the few windows where light shown through. Fuji stared out through one of the cracks where the absense of color continued. There was two flashes of blue shining back at him, catching his attention.

Fuji's own eyes stared back at him.

8DDD

[car_d_sharp]

There was a faint howling, a sound that you'd hear in something like a horror film, accompanied a glowing white light from the ceiling. The light twisted and curled, solidifying into a white mass of cloth and descended from the ceiling the way a spider would. The cloth flared out as it reached the ground, barely disturbing the dust on the floor even as it seemed to straighten up.

A figure, a person.. a thing.. shrouded in pure white, a silver mask hiding all but half of what had to be a face, and a black left arm adorned with silver bands and claw-like knives for fingers. Pale peach - skin - was visible under the mask, but there was no body, nothing solid like legs or a torso.. just arms, and a floating, hooded head.

And it stared at the back of a monotone colored figure, drifting slowly towards the figure. It was a person, no doubt, but what it was didn't matter. If it moved, it would be approached. And the person moved.

And so the person was approached.

>>>>>>>>>>: -hide-

[manipulativeme]

Something white moved in the dark reflection of the window pane, pulling his attention away from the odd color of his eyes. If Fuji had believed in ghosts he might have been scared for the form it took was much like stories had said. It didn't seem dangerous as it approached at a slow pace, he could start to run away.

But that innate curiosity that ate at him to poke and prod at the unknown bade him stay and see what would come of this ghostly specter. As the form got closer he noticed more details, the mask, the fur, the lone arm. A darker limb was in place where the other arm should be, making him wonder if it was indeed the second arm.

Fuji turned slowly so as not to aggravate the pale figure and possibly provoke an attack. Although there was no animosity in the air he felt a racket form in his hand and a ball in the other. The monochromed teen kept both of his hands behind his back and stepped out of the window's reflection.

"...Hello?"

<33333333 /finds

[car_d_sharp]

The voice was familiar to the ghostly being, and it paused. From what it could see through the mask, the person didn't look much like anyone it'd ever seen before - or maybe that was just because there was no color. The black arm twitched, claws scraping together for a brief moment with a sharp clang.

When it spoke, it sounded much like a human would, like neither gender or perhaps both, and with a hint of a European accent. Much like a certain student in the school.

"... Hello."