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Renge 宝~[04]~--Interactive Dream

Oct 27, 2010 22:33

Who: Renge and dreamwalkers
Where: Renge's dream, a cemetary
Style: Third, but first is also okay too
Status: Open

( Six feet under... )

renge houshakuji, merlin, !moon: cycle 40 - somarium, !dream

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d-didn't know how much I could/should do. so I hope this is cool. magicalderp October 28 2010, 06:03:18 UTC

Merlin had just woken up from his long sleep to a quiet cottage and a blinking light on his dreamberry. And to be completely honest he wasn't really happy that the first dream he saw was something like this, a nightmare that he felt was a bit too real. Too real because now he was in it and there was nothing he could do while he stared around; shocked and disoriented as the grave was being covered. What the hell just happened? He couldn't be in a dream. Not in someone else's dream ( ... )

No worries~ ;3 otakufanrenge October 28 2010, 18:38:05 UTC

They seemed content on continuing to toss dirt into the grave, despite someone jumping in trying to shove off the amount of dirt that was weighing on the coffin.

Renge could hear a voice that didn't sound too familiar, yet it seemed they acknowledged her presence below the dirt. It only mad here more frantic. Legs kicking back and forth at the top of the coffin and fingers shredding at the silk interior above her only to reach the wood underneath it.

She wanted out and couldn't calm down with the knowledge of knowing she was in a coffin and couldn't get out.

"P..please help!"

magicalderp October 28 2010, 22:52:10 UTC

Merlin wasn't sure how jumping into dreams like this worked, so it was debatable whether or not he could use his magic. Nothing said he couldn't try though, and instead of trying to toss the dirt off while the diggers kept piling it on, he extended his hand toward the top of the coffin. After mumbling a few things the dirt that was there burst away, leaving the top clean long enough for him to start trying to pry it off.

If need be he'd use magic on that too. "I'm trying!" but her panicking was making him panic. And getting dirt tossed on him wasn't making opening the coffin any easier.

otakufanrenge October 29 2010, 01:09:15 UTC

The inside of the coffin was hot and the air was lessening more. The repeated pounding on the coffin slowed down. The palm of her hands were sore from hitting the thick heavy wood receptively. The palm of her hands desperately trying to help push the lid open, but she had expelled most of her strength from moving around so much.

"...a..ah..."

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