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08: dream logs
Dream 1:
This is a sweet and kind world. The sun shines bright over a Union draped in ribbons and bright decorations - or is it even Union? There's as much of Calderan architecture here... Even the harshness of what comes from the desert city is softened, though. Literally softened, it seems; some of the buildings seem to be part of the world's biggest pillow fort, or sewn together like a tent.
And in the middle of all this, a young man's hard at work. He's stitching one of the buildings together, putting details on, adding little bits of trim. But it's a hard job, it looks like: even as he finishes one bit of what he's doing, something else seems to rip.
Kanji steps back from his task and groans. "Aw, hell. Am I even doin' this right?"
Dream 2:
The hot springs are heavy with mist, today. It disguises the shapes of the Pokémon at the springs' edge, but carries sweet, warm scents in billowing clouds. Inviting, overall. If possibly somewhat more expansive than they would be in real life.
But Kanji seems a little less than anxious to go in. He's standing by the water's side, wrapped up in towels, looking and pacing between the different pools. Occasionally, he tries dipping a toe in -
"Nah. That ain't the one. It's gotta be here somewhere."
Too hot, too cold; what's wrong with these things?
Dream 3:
The perspective is strange, here. The world's a little too big. The setting itself might be more familiar, in some ways: it's the medical centre, though distorted in ways it shouldn't be.
Standing there's a dark-haired young boy clutching a battered and much-repaired Togepi plushie, a tiny Mareep at his side. And at the end of the corridor, walking away: another figure. An Enlightened man, strong and powerful-looking, with metallic spines at his shoulders and back and in his hair. Approaching him will seem impossible - the perspective here continues to shift.
Voices echo down the corridors.
"...has to be strong..."
"...sorry... too late..."
The boy starts to chase him, all the same, his Pokémon following. (Or is this just a child? Perhaps, for a fleeting second, he seems to be someone else, all blond hair and lightning markings...)
"Dad! Come back! Don't... what do you want me to do?"
((OOC: Pick any dream, or mix and match! #2 is ...well, a hot springs scene, nothing will likely be explicit but still... and #3 might get dark and involve topics of death.))
This is a sweet and kind world. The sun shines bright over a Union draped in ribbons and bright decorations - or is it even Union? There's as much of Calderan architecture here... Even the harshness of what comes from the desert city is softened, though. Literally softened, it seems; some of the buildings seem to be part of the world's biggest pillow fort, or sewn together like a tent.
And in the middle of all this, a young man's hard at work. He's stitching one of the buildings together, putting details on, adding little bits of trim. But it's a hard job, it looks like: even as he finishes one bit of what he's doing, something else seems to rip.
Kanji steps back from his task and groans. "Aw, hell. Am I even doin' this right?"
Dream 2:
The hot springs are heavy with mist, today. It disguises the shapes of the Pokémon at the springs' edge, but carries sweet, warm scents in billowing clouds. Inviting, overall. If possibly somewhat more expansive than they would be in real life.
But Kanji seems a little less than anxious to go in. He's standing by the water's side, wrapped up in towels, looking and pacing between the different pools. Occasionally, he tries dipping a toe in -
"Nah. That ain't the one. It's gotta be here somewhere."
Too hot, too cold; what's wrong with these things?
Dream 3:
The perspective is strange, here. The world's a little too big. The setting itself might be more familiar, in some ways: it's the medical centre, though distorted in ways it shouldn't be.
Standing there's a dark-haired young boy clutching a battered and much-repaired Togepi plushie, a tiny Mareep at his side. And at the end of the corridor, walking away: another figure. An Enlightened man, strong and powerful-looking, with metallic spines at his shoulders and back and in his hair. Approaching him will seem impossible - the perspective here continues to shift.
Voices echo down the corridors.
"...has to be strong..."
"...sorry... too late..."
The boy starts to chase him, all the same, his Pokémon following. (Or is this just a child? Perhaps, for a fleeting second, he seems to be someone else, all blond hair and lightning markings...)
"Dad! Come back! Don't... what do you want me to do?"
((OOC: Pick any dream, or mix and match! #2 is ...well, a hot springs scene, nothing will likely be explicit but still... and #3 might get dark and involve topics of death.))
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Looking for something?
[Nozomi this is probably a men's bath, you really shouldn't be here...]
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The child running past Elly shocked her, and she watched the scene before it clicked. Was this his dream? If she could say something to him, maybe the one in Union... The woman broke into a run after the boy.
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Er...what are you doing, exactly?
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She suddenly remembers, way back then, someone who looked like that.
"Kanji?" she calls out, tentatively.
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[Have a Chie marveling at Fabric Town.]
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You did this all yourself?
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[Harima groaned under his breath and sank deeper beneath the water, so that only his nose and eyes remained above the water. His dark hair, unbound for once, flopped into his face when he moved, and he actually didn't have sunglasses...
A Poliwag next to him blew bubbles into the water, looking concerned about the whole affair.]
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... but this scene feels familiar, and he's cringing at the distress in the child's voice.
He starts to follow, at a distance first. Some kind of instinct telling him to protect whoever this kid is. You can get hurt, running after people who won't stop for you]
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