To which disaster starts
Who: Gunter and Aion
What: Some permitted godmodding and a temple report
Where: Floating Island
When: After valentines?
Rating: has potential to be NC-17?
After the disasterous event in the temple ruins, Gunter could only struggle to bring himself back to the floating island. The amount of bugs that crawled out of the box seemed infinate, but after they all had finally stopped and run out of the temple, there was nothing left in the box. No exit, no doorway, and certainly no passage out of that world. By the time the flurry had stopped, Belus was no where to be found and he was left alone with an empty box and a few straggling bugs. This was not a pleasant day by any means.
Finally reaching the island and the inside of the mansion, he wasn't a bit surprised that no one was awake. Why would they be? It was very very late. Reaching his room and changing into nightclothes, Gunter opened the small table drawer to write in his journal only to find something he'd long forgotten about - a sheep talisman. The other time he used it he found himself inside Aion's dreams and learned much about his troubled past. It was a dangerous tool, but after today, he didn't care. He was tired, frustrated, and depressed to think that he'd forever be in this world. Sighing, he held the small token and found his spirit separated once again and inside Aion's head.
What he saw wasn't really any different than the time before. What looked like a pale version of a child Aion playing with other children, some strange event he couldn't understand [[ooc: likely the tuning event through aion's eyes]], then watching Aion's flesh turn dark and suddenly an onslaught of ridicule and threats of death and exile. It was a terribly sad thing to watch and for him to have to relive this experience in his dreams was simply unnecessary. With not much more than a blink, Gunter found himself back in his bed staring at the ceiling. He was tired, but the sight of that tragic event still weighed heavily on his mind. Quietly, he walked across the hall and slipped inside Aion's room. The larger man was sleeping, but it seemed quite restless. The small drops of water at the corners of his eyes showed either sadness or frustration. Gunter couldn't know, but either was justifiable for that dream.
He knew he'd regret his actions but if he could perhaps calm Aion while he slept, his mood in the morning might be less abrasive. At least, that's what he was telling himself as he slipped between Aion's sheets and wrapped his arms around him.
What: Some permitted godmodding and a temple report
Where: Floating Island
When: After valentines?
Rating: has potential to be NC-17?
After the disasterous event in the temple ruins, Gunter could only struggle to bring himself back to the floating island. The amount of bugs that crawled out of the box seemed infinate, but after they all had finally stopped and run out of the temple, there was nothing left in the box. No exit, no doorway, and certainly no passage out of that world. By the time the flurry had stopped, Belus was no where to be found and he was left alone with an empty box and a few straggling bugs. This was not a pleasant day by any means.
Finally reaching the island and the inside of the mansion, he wasn't a bit surprised that no one was awake. Why would they be? It was very very late. Reaching his room and changing into nightclothes, Gunter opened the small table drawer to write in his journal only to find something he'd long forgotten about - a sheep talisman. The other time he used it he found himself inside Aion's dreams and learned much about his troubled past. It was a dangerous tool, but after today, he didn't care. He was tired, frustrated, and depressed to think that he'd forever be in this world. Sighing, he held the small token and found his spirit separated once again and inside Aion's head.
What he saw wasn't really any different than the time before. What looked like a pale version of a child Aion playing with other children, some strange event he couldn't understand [[ooc: likely the tuning event through aion's eyes]], then watching Aion's flesh turn dark and suddenly an onslaught of ridicule and threats of death and exile. It was a terribly sad thing to watch and for him to have to relive this experience in his dreams was simply unnecessary. With not much more than a blink, Gunter found himself back in his bed staring at the ceiling. He was tired, but the sight of that tragic event still weighed heavily on his mind. Quietly, he walked across the hall and slipped inside Aion's room. The larger man was sleeping, but it seemed quite restless. The small drops of water at the corners of his eyes showed either sadness or frustration. Gunter couldn't know, but either was justifiable for that dream.
He knew he'd regret his actions but if he could perhaps calm Aion while he slept, his mood in the morning might be less abrasive. At least, that's what he was telling himself as he slipped between Aion's sheets and wrapped his arms around him.