Second Slash // Memories and nightmares

[bladeisme]

[This is a terrifying, chaotic dream.

No, nightmare.

The entire surroundings are hazy and muted, but someone who's spent a lot of time down in the old city might be able to recognize them even through the blurry haze. The only difference is that they're definitely not ruins, even though they are in the process of being torn down by multiple attacks...and pokemon. Just as blurry as the rest of the world, they're still definitely pokemon...and they're angry.

The smell of smoke and blood abound, along with screams - both human and pokemon. ...Mostly human. It's possible to see humans being attacked by pokemon in the background...and occasionally right in front of whoever comes in the dream, blurry bodies falling to the ground and spilling red on the ground. Occasionally, the ground rumbles with a powerful attack, and pieces of buildings crash on hapless people unable to get out of the way in time.

The vague, half-remembered pokemon willingly attack the dreamers who enter into this nightmare, and kindred spirits and shifters will only feel and hear a deep, burning anger from them. There's no way to talk them down from attacking, no calming their anger and pain. All one can do is either run...or attack them in return.

If someone travels along the war-torn city streets, They'll eventually find Ichigo - looking around at his surrounding in horror and deep anguish. At his side, a large pumpkaboo floats - and she's obviously trying to get him to move, tugging at his clothing, trying to get him away from all of this and hopefully to the neutral area where they'd met. But it's like he's rooted to the spot - and every now and then, he speaks.]

No....no, stop! Why are you...?! Why?!