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Post by Iris on Aug 13, 2016 8:53:06 GMT
☆☽-A full moon arose above the small town around Gateway, the sun setting, lost behind the towers of the mighty castle hours before. A few dwellers of the evening enjoyed the sparse night life of the town while the majority of the town set into peaceful slumber, drifting off beneath their sheets. And as the town’s inhabitants slumbered, a cruel figure came upon the town just in time to feed.-☽☆
 Atop a high-rise that loomed above a city settling into quiet, legs with mismatched socks of varying height dangled off the building's ledge, watching over the drowsy city lights. A slow, gnawing hunger ate at her empty stomach while she watched the ant-like figures, sparse and few, wander around the dark, city streets. Her pale purple cheek pressed into a worn out, pastel yellow pillow and she sighed sleepily with distaste at the sorry state of her body. She needed to eat...but it was so much effort.
Sighing quietly again in personal defeat, Lilli rocked one of her legs back and forth while she formed an ‘O’ shape with her index finger and thumb, breathing out slowly and creating a stream of lackadaisical bubbles that glittered in faint hues of pinks and blues, from seemingly nothing at that. These bubbles would randomly drift, making their way into alleys, open windows, almost empty bars, with the intention of popping onto the heads of those they encountered, bringing them into her own personal playhouse where she’d get dinner, and a show. They’d drift and she’d weave their dreams, bringing them into a amalgamate world of new and old, twisting the memories and understandings of those who were unlucky enough to fall under Lilli’s spell. In this world, the skies turned into low pinks, purples, and blue and the full moon soon seemed to shift all at once, her silhouette darkening beneath an unnatural solar eclipse that wouldn't end unless she deemed it so.
"Time to begin." Her voice lilted lazily as her high-rise seemed to stretch to an impossible height within the sky, her spell already beginning to bring in its victims.
Jenifer Slate stumbled into her dim dungeon of a basement. She wore work got out later each day. She smelled like cleaning chemicals and what little makeup she wore out of obligation was indubitably a mess, but right now she didn’t feel like she could make it to the shower and back. Her aching muscles lasted long enough to strip and fall onto her sparse mattress to pass out.
She opened her eyes again to find herself curled in some sort of booth, like at a diner. She blinked a few times trying to understand how she had ended up here. Had she fallen asleep getting coffee? She was going to be late. After a moment of panic, she decided that was unlikely. This was only halfway a diner. The booths looked modern (well, 50s), but aside from the neon lights, everything else looked oddly... medieval.
All the furniture besides what she was sitting in what wooden, well carved but clearly pre industrial. A pewter mug lay half full in front of her. It was a dream. She sat up and stretched, glancing down to find herself as bare as when she fell asleep. That kind of dream. Well, she didn’t mind. None of it was real. She twirled one of her long tails of hair and stood, wondering what to do. She decided first to see what she could get out of the barkeep, a pudgy girl behind the counter, filling pewter mugs with a modern drink machine.
Jenifer walked across the room and waved. “Hey customer! I dig your fashion sense!” The barkeep wasn’t wearing much more than her. As far as Jen could tell, it was just an apron. It really was that kind of dream. She slammed a mug down on the counter for nobody in particular. Jen was beginning to think she was almost weirdly lucid here. Normally she was still a little dreamy feeling. She turned away from the barkeep to experiment quickly before she got out of here and saw if the men were all naked too. She closed her eyes and thought very hard about flying. She could still feel the packed dirt floor on her feet. Her eyes snapped open and she knew she was still firmly on the ground. “Fuck.”
She turned back to the counter. The mug from before was gone. Nobody was there to take it. What a weird, annoying dream. “Man, this is a weird dream.” “Dream?” The barkeep just gave a blank stare before swigging her own beer. Or mead. Whatever was being sold in this nonsense diner. “Nothing you’d understand. I’m just feeling really weird. If you don’t mind, I think I’m going to go see if I can get anything decent out of this trippy thing.” Before she could leave, the blonde girl grabbed her arm. “Hey, stick around for a minute. I think you and my good friend Amelia might have something to talk about.” The barkeep informed her. “Who’s Ameli-ah!” She turned to find another woman somehow right next to her without warning. Damn this dream was annoying.
Bursting into her room after a long night of partying, Amelia staggered through the doorway and collapsed onto the small rectangular bed with plain blue covers that was near the entrance to the room. The door closed shut as Amelia drifts off to sleep in the somewhat tight black dress she wore out partying.
Beginning to stir, Amelia soon found herself sitting at...another bar? Wooden tables lined the room, Erin was behind the counter serving drinks for some reason...and oddly enough, this made a tiny bit of sense to the drunk red-head. “...musht hav gon back out…” Amelia slurred to herself, still drunk even in this dream state. It would probably take a little while to sober back up. Looking over to the side, she hears Erin say her name and put some naked girl with long hair down next to her at the bar. This surprise state of undress made Amelia reel back slightly...then start chuckling just a little bit. “...haha...you uh...missing somethinsh?” She asked, poking Jen’s collar bone with her right pointer finger. “Ish am surprised yoush haven’t beeeeen trown out yet!”
Hammond crouched over a dim desk, staring at a variety of homework and leads on a minor case of a graffiti artist. The art wasn’t like the usual subjects and the homework wasn’t going anywhere either. He yawned deeply and scratched under his hat. It was probably time to hit the hay.
He pushed his chair back and stood, rubbing his eyes. Not bothering to don pajamas, he clicked his desk lamp off and slid under his covers. He rested his hat over his eyes to hide all remaining light. With the comfort of his hat, he quickly fell asleep.
He opened his eyes and knew as once he wasn’t in his bed. He felt pleather rather than sheets below him, and nothing over him. More feeling found a wooden table with fluted steel edges. He reached his arm off what he was laying on and found a dirt floor. That was the most surprising part by far. Besides when he brushed his own body and found that wherever he had been taken, they didn’t bother dressing him. He sat bolt upright and pulled his hat from his head to over his crotch. Slowly turning pink, he scanned the strange diner. The anachronisms weren’t lost on him, but he mostly noticed the people. It was strange how few of them there were.
He realized it was a dream when he looked over them. Jenifer he recognized from when she was interviewed after the Alexis photograph incident. Erin he recognized from the endless times she had been taken in for graffiti and dress code violations. Why Jenifer would be naked in his dream he didn’t know, but he didn’t know why anything would happen in a dream. They were hardly logical. He looked away from her in embarrassment. Dreams were just the worst.
The others in the room he didn’t recognize, but at least they were dressed. The redhead in the tight dress was vaguely familiar. Hammond thought he sometimes saw her with Erin. The other two were totally unfamiliar. Hammond decided to stay in his booth, where he wouldn’t draw too much attention and maybe preserve some modesty.
A late night off and Fumi had spent her day about as productively as she could; several hours of exhausting dancing games, a few more hours of meditation and yoga, the rest spent trying to move her hoard around to be more appealing and finishing off the night laying on her side in front of her tv, one hand immersed in a bowl of cheese puffs as she watched reruns of X-Files.
Deep into the night, Fumi began nodding off, head drooping forward as Mulder and Scully butt heads, as they always did, and she briefly laughed to herself over their funny relationship before moving onto her back, her arm still wrapped around the snack bowl. From the open sunlight above her living room, a single bubble drifted through, wobbling in Fumi’s hazy gaze; that sure was odd...It came closer to the sleepy girl and popped in a small shimmer on her nose, causing her body to go entirely limp as the ending theme to the episode played faintly in the background.
When she awoke, it was suddenly; similar to another, she woke up laying in a booth and the sudden jolt made her head hit into the table, making her create a high pitched squeal as she doubled over, holding to the aching part of her head. When the pain subsided, Fumi looked groggily at the area she was in and confusion hit her almost as hard as she’d hit her head; this wasn’t her house!!
Looking down to her clothes, she was still in her small, comfortable shorts, an oversized, ill-fitting white shirt stained with the occasional orange smudge with the words printed on it in an 80’s styled font, saying “The Truth Is Out There” all while being barefoot. Her hair that was usually unkempt was placed into a large, messy braid. Immediately, Fumi felt embarrassed at looking so unruly in this place...but it seemed she could have been worse. WAY. WORSE. Why were some people naked?! Fumi immediately looked away from these people and tried to better take in her surroundings, but nothing was making sense. Neon signs, cheesy medieval mugs? These weirdly themed booths that didn’t belong to either timeframe...her brain couldn’t comprehend it. Where was she?! “I don’t...I don’t get this place.”
All at once, Fumi halted in pure shock. Rubbing at her throat slightly, she began to question out loudly. “Wh-what...what!! WHAT.” She...she could talk!!
The wind picked up through her open window, the sounds of nightlife distant and far away from her high-rise apartment; the cool, night breeze was welcome as she sleepily slaved away over a piece of work. Iris’s eyes drooped, but her scowl did not as her vision was falling apart in her hands. This wasn’t looking anything like she wanted it to! The left piece of fabric was at least a few centimeters off…
She’d pricked her ring finger again and scoffed to herself as she quickly pulled her hands away to avoid staining her expensive fabric. Angrily, she left her desk to hunt down her bandages among the mess of fabric and supplies in her unkempt apartment, all while rubbing at her eyes with her uninjured hand. She didn’t have time to sleep, she had to finish this stupid thing or else she would never rest easy! While she scavenged around, a small bubble drifted through the window, glinting with neon lights in hues of pinks and blues, making its way to Iris’s turned back where it popped on the back of her head.
Like a roll of canvas, Iris dropped like deadweight, cushioned on her floor by a mismatched makeshift palette of fabrics, her finger half-wrapped in a bandage with small, yellow flowers printed as its design.
When she awoke, it was at a bar. The stool was hard and uncomfortable and in front of her sat a weird mug that seemed almost novelty. She rubbed at her heavy eyes with the back of her hand and looked around, looking almost innocent for once as she groggily came to. Where was she?...She was doing something, right?
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 13, 2016 19:34:09 GMT
Jenifer grabbed Amelia's poking hand and moved it away from her collarbone. "I haven't been thrown out because there's nobody to throw me out. It's a dream, party girl." Jenifer looked around with annoyance, smiling when she finally saw a man. And yes, he was wearing just what she wanted. "Over here!" She waved. Hammond just shook his head and kept taking napkins from the bin at his table. Even in her dreams people wouldn't cooperate. "I'll handle this. HEY! Everybody over here or you're joining these two!"
Erin yelled at everybody in the room, pointing to Jenifer and Hammond. Hammond awkwardly shuffled over, using his hat to hold a ring of napkins around his waist. "Did you just threaten to strip everybody?" Jenifer frowned at the bartender. "Hey, no shirt no shoes no service is for chumps. Everybody's free to strip in here!" Erin's enthusiasm made Jenifer sigh. "This is such a dumb dream."
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 14, 2016 14:35:49 GMT
The sudden hand-push made Amelia frown in annoyance. There was no way this was a dream, she had no idea who this girl in front of her was, or why she and the guy with the hat didn't have clothes on! But she couldn't let them just sit here oblivious...she needed to help! Standing up, Amelia stumbled over to the area in front of Jennifer and stood between her and the crowd, barely able to keep standing without leaning against a nearby stool. "Ish fine! I protect your modishty..." Normally Amelia would be much more rational in helping, but the alcohol was certainly impairing her judgement. What did Erin say about everyone, exactly?
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Post by Iris on Aug 14, 2016 16:10:51 GMT
A sound of question left the now verbal lips Fumi possessed as a small group of particular people started to gather around. They were a loud bunch, but the noise was a welcome distraction from her dissassociation she was feeling towards her own voice; it was weird to hear what you sounded like for the very first time.
The few who grouped up seemed to blather on, the drunken one in particular not being of much help for the odd situation they all found themselves in and out of habit, she remained quiet when she carefully approached from the side. She remained quiet enough to gather that a few of them had come to the conclusion of it being a dream and suddenly, she piped up. "So this is a dream then? Is it possible to have the same dream among so many people?" She scratched at the top of her messy hair, thick, curly strands sticking out from the binding of a braid she'd made trailing down to her knees. "It's weird...I've never had a dream that felt this real before. Plus..." She pointed at her throat with the other hand, casually and bluntly pointing it out. "I mean, in the real world, I can't talk and I've never done that in my usual dreams." Then, to add to her bluntness, Fumi looked towards Hammond and Jenifer, index finger held out and making its way to point at the two with a small swipe from side to side. "Also...why are you naked?" Perhaps it was just her flatout acceptance of the dream world's will, but Fumi's inhibitions here seemed to be much more lacking than they did in the real world. She didn't have to think anymore before she 'spoke', she could just do it like everyone else now!
"So...fucking...LOUD." Iris's tone was clipped and irritated as she rubbed her eyes. The three girls causing a scene in this damnable place weren't even giving her time to wake up before they started making a ruckus. With a groggy head, Iris pushed herself angrily from her bar stool, stomping her way over like a cranky, petulant child. She just wasn't herself when she was groggy.
Thankfully, since she hadn't exactly woken up still, this strange haze still over her mind, Iris didn't notice her scandalous wear. Since she'd been working well into the night, she'd gotten into her personally designed nightwear and intimates. Dark black undergarments lined with intricate lace beneath a shockingly thin, pink and black polka-dot patterned nightie that hung dangerously high against her upper thighs. Her hair was messily held in a tightly held bun and her pink slippers were hilariously gaudy with their fluffy, feathered openings. "Could you maybe have some damn manners and shut up, SOME of us are trying to SLEEP."
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 14, 2016 20:01:46 GMT
"Oooookay. You do that." Jenifer rolled her eyes. This dream suuuuucked. When the small girl in the room talked, she just shrugged. "Probably sexual frustration. Same reason I'm not having sex in this dream. Fuck the subconcious, eh?" Jenifer leaned back into the counter and grabbed one of the endless mugs Erin was laying out before it vanished. Beside her, Hammond had his face screwed up in thought. "Because... it's what I went to sleep in." He was just realizing everybody but the drunk one was dressed in sleepwear. It was strange in a dream for everybody to be dressed for bed. Jenifer wasn't so observant, but she was bugged by what Iris was wearing. A sheer nightie was almost more sexual than her own nudity. Man, her subconscious was weird.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 15, 2016 2:47:30 GMT
"Whaaaaaa...ish dis a sleepober? Ooooooooomygod...you're adorable!" Amelia calls over when she notices Fumi. Iris walking in yelling at everyone with her nightie on made Amelia squint a little in confusion. Two people naked, two people in nightwear...and she was the only one wearing something decent? Was this some kind of elaborate prank, and Ashton Kutcher is about to walk in to say it was all a setup?! Naaaaaaaaah...they couldn't show nudity on cameras...right? Or would they just blur it all out so they could still use the footage.
"Heeeeeeeey...Erin...you gots any clothes for des two? They gonna get called by da coppas..." Amelia asks, turning around to speak with Erin.
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Post by Iris on Aug 15, 2016 9:53:08 GMT
“Me?” She pointed her finger at herself with a look of perplexity. She didn’t feel very ‘cute’ with her extremely messy, untameable hair fighting at its bands, along with her messy shirt still covered in orange finger prints. God, she was a sucker for cheese puffs… “I...um...thanks.” Fumi rubbed at her head with a growing embarrassment at being so noticed. The drunk one didn’t seem like she really grasped at how this was all a strange dream, but then again...the angry woman who came up in such frighteningly revealing nightwear seemed to think that she was still in reality with how she spoke about ‘sleeping’. Gosh, she was scary...she’d never seen such malcontent in such tired eyes. Shivering slightly, Fumi could only furrow her brows in confusion as Hammond spoke about going to sleep; sleeping naked?? “Why sleep with no clothes? What if a burglar broke into your house or something? Now you have to fight them naked!” Seemed they were all still dancing around the dream situation, maybe because it was so bizarre and obscure?
Iris could only rub at her temples, the dark circles beneath her eyes seeming even darker with her growing, stormy mood. She didn’t have concealer to cover them up right now and her lack of sleep surely wasn’t helping; how was she supposed to finish her work if she was fucking exhausted?! It didn’t help that all of them were either not dressed, or dressed in the most bland clothing she’d ever seen; fashion was a full-time job, it didn’t just stop when you went to sleep.
“My clothing is more acceptable than the trash you’re wearing.” She spoke with words like seething daggers pouring from her tongue towards the drunk girl.
“Mm. Seems some are here already.” The tired voice spoke as she slowly flopped to her side on the dangerously high building’s edge, her worn pillow beneath her head while her nearest limbs hung off the edge. All she could see from here, high above the clouds, was the dream-like sky; its purple, blue, and pink tints stretching impossibly far across the horizon with glinting stars and a moon that seemed to be constantly changing its phases. Now it was a crescent.
With a small finger barely seen from a loose sleeve, a string of bubbles danced around them, growing bigger from her will as they showed her a warbled image of the only ones who seemed lucid enough within this world. There were… five of them? There were a string of others, but just feeding off them would be too easy, she didn’t like for her meals to not suffer. What could she do to make this more...interesting?
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 16, 2016 0:20:29 GMT
Erin shook her head. "All I've got is the apron. Don't worry though, not going to call any cops. I'd join them if this stuff wasn't hot." She shrugged helplessly. "It's not hot. I think it's mead." Jenifer said, slurping down most of her mug. Erin leaned close to Amelia's ear. "You're the coffee guy. Is that some kind of bean?" She whispered.
"Well I'm regretting it now!" Hammond yelled at Fumi. Seriously, a burglar? "Wait, you're distracting me. This is a shared dream. But why we're having it I don't know." A pink flare filled the room before a voice boomed "You are correct!". A massive Chinese man sat on one of the tables. He wasn't any taller than Iris, but massive muscles bulged under a bright yellow prison jumpsuit. A bright plastic anklet dangled around his ankle.
The cocky grin he wore vanished when he saw the company he was gazing upon. "Oh, sorry. Didn't, uh... sorry." He covered his eyes and held a hand out apologetically. He waved his hand and black bars appeared over Jenifer and Hammond's exposed parts. "Uh... do you want some too?" Now bright red, he turned to Iris, peeking through his fingers. "Uh, yeah, sorry. I need to focus here. It looks like your little town has attracted some form of dream manipulator, and you're the only ones who ended up lucid." The man spoke quickly. He didn't know how long he could stay here. The manipulator was vastly more powerful than him.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 16, 2016 4:34:28 GMT
"Heeeeeey...mai dress ish acceptibl anywhere!" Amelia proclaimed, annoyed that the mean woman thought that a nightie that was barely covering her waist was more acceptable than her dress. How rude! Before she could continue, Erin leaned over and asked a question about mead being coffee. "Nooooo...ish alcohol!" Amelia worked at a coffee shop, so she did know more than most about coffee and what types there were. Suddenly, a giant Chinese guy appeared out of nowhere and began talking about dreams and them all being lucid.
Stumbling over to Dan, Amelia jumped up to sit next to him on the table. "Soooooooo...how do weeee get out? Caaan you jus take me out wish ya...?" She asked, looking at his expectantly. Who needs to be trapped in a dream with naked people if another dream person can free her!
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Post by Iris on Aug 16, 2016 12:39:42 GMT
“Those poor clothes don’t deserve the misfortune of having you wear them so irresponsibly and with such a lack of purpose.” Iris scoffed, waking up more than she had previously. She was becoming more and more aware of her surroundings, it was just the damn groggy fog hovering over her mind was making things harder, like something was trying to keep her perpetually asleep...Yet when the loud voice spoke out from behind them, she could only cross her arms with a look of immense distaste on her face when she saw his prison uniform; those were absolutely DREADFUL. Yellow was not a flattering color on him. When he made a gesture to offer her cover, she only narrowed her jaded eyes, her voice coming out like a winter breeze. “Touch my clothes and I’ll end you.”
“Dream manipulator?” Fumi piped up from where she stood, having far too much fun finally talking for once in her life. Catching attention was so much easier this way! The big guy on the table seemed very knowledgeable on their extremely confusing situation...which honestly left her more confused. Fumi approached him to better have a conversation with him, fiddling with the end of her shirt whose stains distracted her. “How did you know that? And why are you helping us?” Then, as if noticing her rudeness, she let out a slight “ah” and offered her small hand out. “I’m Fumi, by the way, who are you?? Nice ankle bracelet.”
Like small alarms, Lilli could feel when someone who forced their way into her realm appeared. Her drowsy eyes rolled at the effort she’d now have to take to ensure punishment on this cocky individual. “Let’s see….where...are...you…” she spun her finger in a small circle, cycling through the bubbles that drifted as endlessly as the clouds now, all different possibilities, different dreams that those within were having that weren’t lucid. It wasn’t until she sighed and closed her eyes with exhaustion that she figured out that this individual would probably be with the only other lucid individuals. “Well then….can’t have that…” Swirling her finger again, Lilli’s imagination went to work. Far above the modern, not-modern bar, a construction site seemed to appear seemingly out of nowhere along with a building that seemed far too broken to even be fixed. Mimicking a construction site, an unarmed machine began to rumble and it swung slowly, bringing with it a solid, massive girder.
“Sweet dreams.” She swiped her finger to the left and with a snap, the cable broke like cheap yarn, plummeting the solid metal down at high speeds that’d take a few minutes to reach the bottom, falling directly where Dan would be sitting.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 17, 2016 4:55:50 GMT
"If I could take you out, I would have just done that. My power is much more limited than it usually would be here." Dan uncomfortably shuffled away from Amelia when she sat besides him. "You'll probably have to find and defeat them. And thanks, but the anklet isn't exactly my choice." He tried hard not to look at anybody even as he addressed Fumi. She was the closest to decently dressed and he could still see her underwear. And even with censor bars, the naked ones were naked. "All I can do is give you a head start. Like this."
He pressed his finger to Ashlea's forehead and cleared her mind. "Sorry about the double strength hangover. I can't exactly force you sober without side effects." He perked up and his ponytail seemed to bounce. He looked up quizzically before his eyes widened. "MOVE!" He grabbed for the back of Amelia's dress and jumped over the bar a second before the girder came crashing through the roof, crushing half the diner in an instant. "Looks like they know I'm here. I'll try to drop in from time to time. You'll have to find your own way in the meantime. And clothes!" He insisted before fading away, giving worried looks to the girder the whole time.
Jenifer stared at where he vanished and slowly went red. She actually felt all the shrapnel that struck her from the crashing girder. It was all so clear, so vibrant. It was real. She slowly went horribly red and tears appeared in her eyes. She clenched them tightly shut for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and snapping them open. "Ahem. Well, we know what we need to do, so I suppose we should find some clothes, yes? Aheh." The smile plastered on her face looked dangerously close to collapsing into tears, but she turned around and picked her way through the wreckage to the exit door.
Hammond just stood staring at the girder for a minute. "Wait a second! How do you plan on fighting something that can just do that at any time? It's impossible!" He yelled at Jenifer. "I plan on doing it in clothing. Help me find some." Jenifer seemed to be single minded at the moment. Hammond supposed he couldn't deny it seemed like a good idea. Even with the censor bars Dan had summoned (Next time summon pants, asshole!), Hammond was uncomfortably aware of just how exposed he was. He jumped over the girder to follow.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 19, 2016 12:42:27 GMT
And just like that, the joyful, drunk Amelia disappeared in an instant. Her head is flooded with agonizing pain, to the point where she didn't even notice as Dan disappeared after pulling her over the bar. "Fuuuuuuuuck! You had to give me this god damn hangover after I was having fun?! Where the shi-" It was at that point were Amelia saw that Dan had disappeared, and that half the tavern had collapsed. Still clutching the back of her head, Amelia stumbled her way over the wreckage and glared at everyone around her. "Where did that guy go?!" She yelled out, now more angry than ever.
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Post by Iris on Aug 21, 2016 14:12:47 GMT
The sound of over a ton of metal crashing into the tavern, tearing it apart like it were paper, was something Fumi probably couldn’t forget. It was so sudden and so frightening, that as she always did when there were something bad happening, Fumi tried to shift herself away...but nothing happened. She inhaled hard, focused the way she had been for years...but her feet didn’t leave the ground, her body didn’t scatter, Fumi was still just a few, dangerously small feet away from the havoc that was just wreaked. Why couldn’t she use her powers?! Fumi continued to look at her solid hands as the group seemed to follow the girl barely holding herself together before she finally spoke, small and slightly frightened. “I..I can’t use my abilities. My powers aren’t working...I’ve never been unable to use them before!” The idea of being so solid, so vulnerable..Fumi felt like she was going to cry!!
Iris felt more irritated than anything when the massive hunk of metal crashed through the bar, demolishing anything in its way; the big guy seemed quick on his feet with how he saved the dumb drunk one from certain death. “Ugh.” Iris was wide awake now, her body on natural alert despite how casually she tried to play the entire thing. She wasn’t worried about her clothing, or her near nudity to these people; Iris was worried about her sleep. How was she expected to work efficiently when she woke up if she was tired thanks to this gaggle of idiots? “Who cares about powers...let’s just do whatever we have to do and get out of here. I have a busy schedule and I intend to spend it in better company than you lot.” By better company she meant herself, of course. As she followed after Jenifer and the crew, passing by the girl with the ridiculously messy mop of hair that just stood there, Iris pondered on what it meant if it were true that the girl didn’t have her powers here...did that mean none of them did? Not like it affected Iris much though.
“Mm..” Lilli’s hand laid lazily, inches away from her mouth as she let out a loud yawn with tears building slightly in the corners of her eyes. That activity alone had made her so tired. Maintaining this world wasn’t exactly hard, but it was tedious...and mingling when she wanted took more effort than she really wanted to expend, but it was satisfying to see the results. The terror on a few of their faces, the crippling embarrassment most of them felt, and the sudden realization of one member seeing her own uselessness...it filled Lilli with a sick joy, one that you couldn’t tell from the tired and flat expression she made. Good, so now they got to bumble around helplessly in this world after all and if that man showed up again, she’d be sure to hit him with something bigger than a simple girder.
The lazy demon set her pillow on the edge of the building, flopping onto her side and closing her eyes in content. She’d take a nap while she let them continue to lose hope, when they broke...then she’d eat their horrified nightmares, but until then...she was tired. Unfortunately for Lilli, it was her habit of sheer laziness that would make things easier for this group; the less she paid attention, the more they could twist their own dream and escape from her clutches for a little while longer.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 21, 2016 17:12:20 GMT
Jenifer found herself in a tiny town, only a few buildings of various time periods around. The night sky glowed with at least five moons, casting light on a modern convenience store and a rusty steel building, like a scaled down aircraft carrier. A bit further away was a Scandinavian style great hall. When Jenifer heard Fumi mention her powers weren't working, she paused to attempt summoning a few showflakes. Nothing happened, no matter how hard she tried to channel mana. She was powerless. "Shit. Looks like nobody has powers." Now she was naked in more ways than one. She felt entirely open here.
Hammond didn't even attempt to summon poison at this point. It seemed conclusive that there was nothing he could do. "Hello." Jenifer and Hammond both jumped at the voice behind them. They turned to find a girl in an oversized jacket leaning on a lamp post that looked distinctly Victorian. "You guys must be adventurers. But you can't adventure like that." Hammond just stared at her. "Adventurers? Who are you?" He asked the strange kid. "I'm Marigold, the tutorial. I can lead you to the guild hall to pick your classes, then you can get suited up." The girl studied the lucid dreamers intensely, making Jenifer unconsciously cover herself again, despite the censor bars Dan had given her. "Suited up? Okay, fine. Everybody follow the... tutorial." Jenifer hesitated on the last word, wondering just what was going on with this kid.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 23, 2016 4:29:45 GMT
"Not able to use powers?! Yeah right..." Amelia grumbled, attempting to summon some fire around her fingers. Strangely enough, nothing appeared...there wasn't even a sense that Amelia had any mana at all to control at the moment. "Uuuuugh...what the fuck is going on?!" The fire mage yelled, still greatly hungover from the spell Dan cast on her to remove the drunkness. Why did it have to be double the strength of a normal hangover?! Listening to Marigold, Amelia just nodded her head in agreement. "Yeah yeah yeah, just take us there already. I...REALLY need water of some kind right now. And I guess some of these people need clothes." She glanced over at Hammond and Jennifer, happy that she fell asleep wearing her normal dress, or she'd be in the same situation as them...with a certain detail of her back that Amelia didn't want people to see on display.
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Post by Iris on Aug 24, 2016 4:52:45 GMT
This place was messed. Fumi, still shaking and feeling more vulnerable than she had practically all of her life, was simply beginning to jump at shadows. How was she expected to do anything without her powers?! It seemed she wasn’t the only one coming to this realization either. At least two other girls here were clearly upset at their inability to use it too, so that must have meant that they were all incapable of it. Rubbing her bare arms and looking to the multiple moons in the sky, Fumi gulped as she was choking back tears; what kind of a power did this person have to have this ability? Take away powers? Force them all into the same dream? Drop girders whenever they pleased? Fumi agreed with Hammond silently; how were they supposed to fight something like this? Would they...die here? Fumi had been reaching to wipe at her eyes where tears gathered at the edges, sniffling slightly as she considered her life for just a moment...but then she seemed to stop. No, she wasn’t going to break down here...and she wasn’t going to die! There was still so much she had yet to see, yet to feel...yet to steal! Fumi steeled herself up immediately, giving her cheeks a few pats and turning around, only to see that there had been a woman here talking to them this whole time. Apparently she’d just been so consumed in her personal plight that she zoned out entirely! “Uh...umm…” Fumi wanted to ask what was going on now, but it seemed that she was more lost than ever as she plopped right in the middle of the conversation. “Classes?...”
Iris was getting grumpier and grumpier as their walk continued. Despite her declining attitude, she was observing the surroundings and she didn’t like the feeling this place gave her; nothing in this world was chronologically competent. Some aspects seemed modern, some seemed Victorian, then some just outright looked medieval; Iris HATED inconsistent themes. It was all disgustingly clashy. “Clearly whoever put us here has no sense of style.” Scoffing slightly, Iris continued to follow this rag-tag group of misfits in awful clothing, or no clothing at all, and only grunted slightly when another individual showed up, calling themselves a ‘Tutorial’. What was this? Some kind of stupid game to her? Iris’s perfectly manicured nails were digging into her arms as she listened to Marigold, trying hard to keep her cool as the girl with no clothes on seemed to take up the default leader position, undoubtedly because she was oozing embarrassment at being naked. Whatever, Iris couldn’t care less who was leading, so long as it got them out of here. “What do you mean, classes? What do you MEAN suited up?” The idea of wearing clothes not made by her was automatically beginning to set her off. Clothes NOT tailored for her?!
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 24, 2016 19:47:50 GMT
"Yes, classes. Your adventuring skillsets. Some of you will use magic, some will fight at short ranges." Marigold explained matter of factly. She robotically turned her head to face Iris. "Your outfits will be conjured from your own minds to fit the class you choose. You will find them most satisfactory." She turned and marched towards the hall. "Water is all dangerous. It's sort of the middle ages after all." Marigold said to Amelia. Jenifer followed and entered, finding a strange sight. The hall was barren on the inside, little in the way of decoration.
There were no tables or chairs, just black and white checkered tile. However, around the room there were statues, all with plaques detailing their names and abilities. These must be the classes they could pick from. Jenifer glanced at a few before being drawn to one labeled the Warrior. The representative statue was a sizable figure, clad head to toe in armor so Jenifer couldn't tell whether it was a man or woman. Jenifer imagined that it was her. She touched the statue and closed her eyes. "I will be the Warrior." She felt power flow into her body, brute strength and raw durability. She opened her eyes and she was clad. She felt cloth on her skin and over it was thick purple armor, head to toe like the statue.
The armor was overall knightly, crusader style with plate on the limbs and unpainted mail over her torso. Over the mail was a deep blue surcoat marked with a stone texture. Embroidered on the back, not that she could see, was "House Slate" in big black letters. Her helmet was the traditional flat topped style, but with the strange addition of horns pointing upwards. Pulled together from Jun's preconceptions and memories, the horns were plucked from Korean warriors, even while the rest was thoroughly western. Hammond balked at her, looking up from the third plaque he was reading in full before choosing anything.
"You already picked? You didn't even look at every option." He sounded slightly distressed by her doing something so uninformed. "Hey, I'm not naked anymore, so who cares? I don't think there even is a naked class." She looked to Marigold. "The class is naked if you imagine it to be." Marigold simply responded. Jenifer nodded and admired her armor. Damn, this felt good. She wanted a set of armor in real life now.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 24, 2016 23:42:34 GMT
Amelia continued to hold her head as Marigold went on, explaining the adventuring...skillsets? Was this some sort of dumb fantasy of people wanting to be dropped in an RPG setting? However, one thing Marigold brought up bugged her. "What do you mean it's the middle ages, there is a freaking convenience store right there?!" She exclaimed, pointing to the side. "There were no convenience stores in the middle ages! Uuuuuuuuugh!" Why was this dream so weird?! And why did she have to go through it having the worst hangover of her life?!
The others seemed to overall annoying as well. The lady in the gown was proving to be a real ass, especially after the comments she made while Amelia was drunk, and the naked girl just seemed to be thicker than a block of wood, having not even realized that she was naked until minutes after being told. At least the tiny girl with the extravagant hair seemed to be alright, and the guy seemed ok, if a bit quiet. When they finally made their way to the strange building, Amelia briefly surveyed the options available to her. "Ugh...not healer...boxer...bard...hm..." The fire mage stopped as she saw a statue holding a sword, with what seemed like flames radiating off of it. It wore a large, wide hat on his head, and was clad in long cloak that was covering a small amount of leather armor beneath. "Red mage...yes please." She said to herself, touching the statue.
Instantly, her dress began to morph around her body, growing thicker as the material turned to thick black leather armor, becoming a set of pants that went all the way down to her ankles and a shirt that covered her entirely to the wrists. Over the leather was a long red cloak, decorated in gold lace that lined the outside and was surprisingly resilient to physical blows. The cloak came with a matching red cape that flew down across Amelia's back, decorated in a gold and red pattern as well with no symbol on the back. At her side was a brown sheath that contained a long, steel double-edged sword that had a tint of red in the blade. Feeling like mana had returned, Amelia held out her hand...and a small fireball appeared! "Yes! My magic's back! Kinda..." She noticed how keeping the attack up was difficult, indicating that her mana reserves were much lower currently. Letting the fireball disappear, Amelia turns to see what became of the others.
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Post by Iris on Aug 26, 2016 13:40:40 GMT
Classes? Adventuring stuff?? What kind of a person was this person who put them here that they decided to do this? Did they find it funny or something? Fumi was deep in thought as she followed after their "tutorial", Marigold and the other were obviously doing similarly. Considering they really had no way to go anywhere else and whoever put them here seemed to have the scary understanding of where they were at all times...they could even take their powers away in here, Fumi really didn't feel like testing their hand again. She would just follow along and that would be that!
When they made it to the tiled room, Fumi didn't really know what she desired. The two who'd already chosen their class seemed to fit these heavy, brash armor types considering the way they'd just made their decision practically immediately. On the other hand, Fumi felt like Hammond was taking way too much time choosing; she'd just play to her original strengths in here! Hopping across the tiles and not having said anything out of habit, Fumi cast her gaze around side to side to see what class at least slightly resembled something she'd pick...and her eyes stopped on the Rogue. The statue here looked lightly armored, the marble visage with only a mischievous smile; it's description even seemed like her! Nimble and particularly good with getting into things they shouldn't, Fumi felt a great calling to this one.
"I'll be this one!" Setting her hand on the plaque, Fumi closed her eyes as her small and slightly dirty clothes began to shift. When she opened her eyes again, she felt like a completely reinvigorated person! Her shirt was long-sleeved, the ends airy and poofy, the color as dark as her hair that was pulled back neatly into an expertly plaited braid that was wrapped several times around her neck. Over her shoulders was a dark cape, its hood not pulled over and the ends stylishly tattered! Fumi still had shorts on, but they were made out of thicker material and wrapped around her hips were two straps of fabric, dark purple and dark red in asymetrical lengths; beneath these seemed to be several pouches of which she didn't know the need for...but she was sure they'd come in handy for something. Similar to the swathes of fabric around her waist, Fumi had thick socks on that rose in uneven lengths on her legs, the ends on her feet only hidden by a pair of flats that were laced messily around her ankles. While all of this was nice and fun, Fumi couldn't help but look around herself and wonder...where exactly was her weapon? Did she forget to choose one?
She began searching through the many pouches on her waist and finally, having missed one more key component on her new attire, found the knife-holders strapped to each of her thighs. She felt hesitant as she pulled out the weapons she'd never touched in her life, a pair of sheening, dark purple blades that glinted along its cruelly shaped edges. They were strangely hooked...but ornately so, probably like that to cut through different fabrics! Needless to say, for something she'd never picked up in her life, her body felt like it automatically knew how to use these and she laughed in glee as she spun the blades within her hands as if she'd used them all her life. "Okay, this is cool, this is REALLY cool!"
Iris could only let out an irritated huff as she watched the group wander around; seemed three of them were already sure-fire idiots that didn't think things through. In a composition, you never wanted to think about certain parts over the other and then completely ignore the backbone of the work. It was like adding too much fabric without the proper stitching...in the end, all you got was something awful. Something that just. Wouldn't. WORK. And that was what Iris saw in this room.
The two girls who chose the clunky armor clearly didn't think about who would be doing what; if this was anything like stupid stories she'd read in her childhood, a group needed balance. They had two warrior looking types...but who was the beefier one that would take the hits for them? The girl who had worn those clothes that awfully fit her small form at least seemed to choose something else; whether that was sheer luck or her actually thinking, Iris didn't care. Only Hammond seemed to be reading, but in the end she bet he'd choose out of her personal preference. "I suppose I'll have to makeup for people's selfish actions," she thought while walking across the tiled floor as if it were a runway made just for her. If she knew anything about this situation, it was that if any of them got hurt...it was over.
That was how Iris fearlessly put her hand over the plaque labeled 'Priest'. In a feat of fabric, her clothes expanded, yet contracted along her body and she closed her eyes with the utmost confidence in herself to make something absolutely fantastic this way. Her dress gave way to a pale white, skin tight suit that stretched from neck to toe, intricate gold designs spiralling around the entirety of the suit; there were holes cut around the shoulders and at her hips, sheer white material flowing out from these sections that draped far down her body. Around Iris's neck was a long, gold chain that drooped down to her chest, an intricate cross-shape added towards the end. Iris's gloved hands touched along her waist where a gold belt was strapped, along it being several containers similarly gold. The footwear Iris had chosen for this outfit was a pair of stylish white and gold boots that rose up at her ankles, the open ends flaring in ruffled, gold fabric and the laces were tied together tightly, glinting with shimmering fabric. Her once messy hair was laid completely flat and atop her head was a patterned, white, see-through fabric with its ends similar to a doily; it seemed to be held to her hair with faint, golden pins.
Her cutting green gaze looked over with decent satisfaction; she still knew she could do better if she could have been given her own material, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Now all she needed was her weapon...Holding out her left hand, Iris felt a large weight form as it appeared from nothingness; a grand staff that was as tall as she, large and gold with a dangling blue gem standing at the center of the staff's head. This would do. "I guess I had to pick this sense nobody else realized the importance of staying alive." Compared to her heavenly appearance, her words were still just as nasty and clipped as ever.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 27, 2016 0:55:29 GMT
Jenifer sighed in satisfaction and turned to the others. "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Jenifer. Jenifer Slate. I was a bit... preoccupied when we first met. After, you know, I thought you were just dream people." Jenifer awkwardly looked at her feet. They all saw every bit of her. She had enough trouble talking to people normally. These people had seen how hairy her body was, how much her waist was thicker than it should be-hell, it wouldn't matter if she was a supermodel, they saw her naked. She shuffled away to avoid their gazes. Hammond read the last statue, the Jester, and returned to his obvious favorite.
The Sleuth stood tall, trenchcoat and fedora suggesting a 1940s figure, further confounding the setting. His touch made him match little better. He wore clothing similar to his usual, with a brown vest and white long sleeved shirt and pants. He put his hat on and straightened his new longcoat, tied at the top with a gold change and complete with a sort of shoulder cape. He found a holster on his hip containing, much to his surprise, a pistol. It was something from the early 20th century, holding a single bullet. He found a box with more bullets in his coat, but he had no idea how to reload a gun, let alone one made decades before he was born.
On his other hip was a sheath containing a hunting knife. With its ivory hilt, it seemed more Victorian than Noir. He muttered each of these details to himself as he studied them. "Uh... Hammond Rosenbeger." He tipped his hat to the others. Jenifer noticed his weapons and turned to the others, seeing they all had their own as well. "Hey, where's mine?" She asked Marigold. "You're a warrior, silly. You get to pick your weapon because you can use any. We should head to the item shop for that right now." The tutorial suggested. Jenifer noticed she was standing in front of a statue labeled "Tutorial".
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