12th Record [Broadcast Mind]
The dream itself is once more chaotic and fog-filled, the voices one might hear fade in and out with static erasing more than a few words.
You're taking it all in from one person's point of view, looking down at a battle torn and stained uniform with the Rose Cross - the Cross all the Exorcists wear - on the left chest and a scarf of bright coloring. "... said you were intimate...previous generations...35 years ago."
It's a somewhat unfamiliar voice, but you know it from somewhere. Know the face it goes to.
"...was told...to usher in the traitorous...filled me with great fear. ...want me...tell you his weakness?" A more familiar voice, one you know intimately - and those who watched the last dream might actually remember - and the talks go on between the two.
But you...you keep trying to move. You're not bound by ropes but still it's impossible to do. You try to get the old man's attention but he refuses to break from his conversation with the other man. So you're stuck looking at your lap, listening, fighting to move.
"And don't forget...--ddler's 'parasites'...inside Jr and... Wouldn't want to...another successor...that age." Despite missing half the conversation that alone makes you start, finally able to look at the short, old man with a long ponytail at the top of his bald head. But he refuses to look at you.
[[ooc; Have a prophetic dream~]]
You're taking it all in from one person's point of view, looking down at a battle torn and stained uniform with the Rose Cross - the Cross all the Exorcists wear - on the left chest and a scarf of bright coloring. "... said you were intimate...previous generations...35 years ago."
It's a somewhat unfamiliar voice, but you know it from somewhere. Know the face it goes to.
"...was told...to usher in the traitorous...filled me with great fear. ...want me...tell you his weakness?" A more familiar voice, one you know intimately - and those who watched the last dream might actually remember - and the talks go on between the two.
But you...you keep trying to move. You're not bound by ropes but still it's impossible to do. You try to get the old man's attention but he refuses to break from his conversation with the other man. So you're stuck looking at your lap, listening, fighting to move.
"And don't forget...--ddler's 'parasites'...inside Jr and... Wouldn't want to...another successor...that age." Despite missing half the conversation that alone makes you start, finally able to look at the short, old man with a long ponytail at the top of his bald head. But he refuses to look at you.
[[ooc; Have a prophetic dream~]]