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bravenewworld2014-10-19 05:02 pm
outtahere) wrote in bravenewworld2014-10-19 05:02 pm
[Dreams] [CW: alcoholism, death]
[Banzu's Dream]
[Shopping time at the Salvage Shop! Look at all the awesome stuff here! Most people who see this dream won't even be able to recognize half this stuff, but Banzu apparently knows what it is because he's buying everything he can carry. Including that entire bin of Pokéballs. Hm. He takes his purchases to the clerk and pays.]
I've had to use the bathroom this whole time, Varun, but couldn't because you were taking so long looking.
[The clerk is now a woman in her 20s with a vague resemblance to Banzu. The woman takes a swig from a bottle sitting on the counter and slumps on the couch.]
Ma, no!
[Shopping time at a used-book store! Everywhere you look are books about technology from the Old City! Banzu brings a whole stack of them to the clerk.]
You put twenty-three books back in the wrong place, Varun. Now I'm going to have to reshelve them.
[The clerk is now a woman in her 20s with a vague resemblance to Banzu. The woman takes a swig from a bottle sitting on the counter and slumps on the couch.]
Ma!
[Lunchtime at a cafe with good prices. The meal Banzu's served is obviously not very good, judging by the look on his face.]
I worked hard to buy that food, Varun, and now it's going to go to waste.
[The waitress is a woman in her 20s with a vague resemblance to Banzu. The woman takes a swig from a bottle sitting on the table and slumps on the couch.]
Ma, stop!
[Banzu's working on some machine that vaguely resembles a bird, though it's exact appearance keeps changing.]
School called, Varun. Why do you keep skipping? Why can't you be a good child like everyone else?
[Banzu's mother takes a swig from the bottle in her hand and slumps on the couch.]
Ma, wait!
[Banzu's mother is sitting on the couch in a small apartment, bottles covering the coffee table. Banzu stands at the door, flickering between his current self and his ten-year-old self, wanting to stop what's about to happen but unable to move or speak.]
You make things so hard for me, Varun. You never do anything I tell you to. You aren't even going to cry at my funeral. That's why I need this. [She picks up a bottle and opens it.] It makes me happy, even though you're naughty. [She drinks.] It makes me forget how much you take from me. [She drinks.] It makes me sleep, even though you want things from me. [She drinks and slumps down on the couch, the bottle slipping from her hand as her breathing stops. Banzu's suddenly at her side, shaking her body.]
Ma! Ma, I'm sorry! I'll be good, Ma! I won't ask for anything for free, Ma! Ma! Come back!
[Despite his expression being one associated with copious tears and sadness, his voice is monotone and his face is dry as he continues to shake the body.
And then it all starts over again. Different locations, different words, but the same theme. Tonight is going to be one of those nights.]
[Multi the Smeargle's Dream]
[Banzu's Smeargle is hard at work, carrying things, fetching things, holding things, and tossing fuel in the giant steam engine that's there for some reason and seems to have sharp teeth on the inside of the boiler door and lunges at him whenever he approaches. The tasks are endless, and Banzu (here a giant made of liquid steel) always seems to have more of them. From time to time Banzu will say vaguely approving things like "You finished really quick" or "That's good", but Multi finally falls to his knees and clings to Banzu's pant leg.]
I'm not just a good worker! What do I need to do so you'll care about me, not just the work I do!?
[As soon as Multi says that, Banzu frowns and kicks Multi into a garbage can. Multi wails and cries but somehow is unable to do more than peer out the top and watch Banzu summon a different Smeargle with his Warp Band, this one with an orange tail instead of Multi's blue tail, who proceeds to do all the tasks that Multi had been doing.]
[Shopping time at the Salvage Shop! Look at all the awesome stuff here! Most people who see this dream won't even be able to recognize half this stuff, but Banzu apparently knows what it is because he's buying everything he can carry. Including that entire bin of Pokéballs. Hm. He takes his purchases to the clerk and pays.]
I've had to use the bathroom this whole time, Varun, but couldn't because you were taking so long looking.
[The clerk is now a woman in her 20s with a vague resemblance to Banzu. The woman takes a swig from a bottle sitting on the counter and slumps on the couch.]
Ma, no!
[Shopping time at a used-book store! Everywhere you look are books about technology from the Old City! Banzu brings a whole stack of them to the clerk.]
You put twenty-three books back in the wrong place, Varun. Now I'm going to have to reshelve them.
[The clerk is now a woman in her 20s with a vague resemblance to Banzu. The woman takes a swig from a bottle sitting on the counter and slumps on the couch.]
Ma!
[Lunchtime at a cafe with good prices. The meal Banzu's served is obviously not very good, judging by the look on his face.]
I worked hard to buy that food, Varun, and now it's going to go to waste.
[The waitress is a woman in her 20s with a vague resemblance to Banzu. The woman takes a swig from a bottle sitting on the table and slumps on the couch.]
Ma, stop!
[Banzu's working on some machine that vaguely resembles a bird, though it's exact appearance keeps changing.]
School called, Varun. Why do you keep skipping? Why can't you be a good child like everyone else?
[Banzu's mother takes a swig from the bottle in her hand and slumps on the couch.]
Ma, wait!
[Banzu's mother is sitting on the couch in a small apartment, bottles covering the coffee table. Banzu stands at the door, flickering between his current self and his ten-year-old self, wanting to stop what's about to happen but unable to move or speak.]
You make things so hard for me, Varun. You never do anything I tell you to. You aren't even going to cry at my funeral. That's why I need this. [She picks up a bottle and opens it.] It makes me happy, even though you're naughty. [She drinks.] It makes me forget how much you take from me. [She drinks.] It makes me sleep, even though you want things from me. [She drinks and slumps down on the couch, the bottle slipping from her hand as her breathing stops. Banzu's suddenly at her side, shaking her body.]
Ma! Ma, I'm sorry! I'll be good, Ma! I won't ask for anything for free, Ma! Ma! Come back!
[Despite his expression being one associated with copious tears and sadness, his voice is monotone and his face is dry as he continues to shake the body.
And then it all starts over again. Different locations, different words, but the same theme. Tonight is going to be one of those nights.]
[Multi the Smeargle's Dream]
[Banzu's Smeargle is hard at work, carrying things, fetching things, holding things, and tossing fuel in the giant steam engine that's there for some reason and seems to have sharp teeth on the inside of the boiler door and lunges at him whenever he approaches. The tasks are endless, and Banzu (here a giant made of liquid steel) always seems to have more of them. From time to time Banzu will say vaguely approving things like "You finished really quick" or "That's good", but Multi finally falls to his knees and clings to Banzu's pant leg.]
I'm not just a good worker! What do I need to do so you'll care about me, not just the work I do!?
[As soon as Multi says that, Banzu frowns and kicks Multi into a garbage can. Multi wails and cries but somehow is unable to do more than peer out the top and watch Banzu summon a different Smeargle with his Warp Band, this one with an orange tail instead of Multi's blue tail, who proceeds to do all the tasks that Multi had been doing.]