bravenewworld | in my long forgotten cloistered sleep [DREAM LOG]

[ The world is asleep -- the night hangs high with their stars glittering and decorating the deep blue velvet sky. Usagi is out at the edge of the Verdant Forest and the Rolling Plains, laying on the ground with Pinky the Clefairy laying next to her. In the tree next to them preening her feathers, is Lucky the Talonflame while Turnip the Gloom is napping underneath the same tree that Lucky has taken over.

Luna the Meowstic is curled up on her chest and Kira the Carbink seems to have taken upon itself to be the camp watch -- ready to ~~transform~~ stop any wild predators from getting the drop on their little group!

But, Usagi's attentions are purely focused on the sky above and the giant crescent moon that's lighting the world below with its silvery light. ]

Man, you can't get this kind of view in the city, huh?

[ It's a question that's partially directed to Pinky, who coos a Fairy! in response, but, really, it's to anyone else that wants to answer. ]

[ This was the destined day! That cake shop that Usagi had seen during her shopping trips had finally opened its doors! Of course, she had been one of the first customers waiting in the long line, having heard that this store's pastries and sweets were to die for and now that she was finally inside, Pinky sitting on the chair across from her at their designated table, she couldn't wait until their treats were brought over!

A few moments pass, and a waiter (and a cute one at that) finally brings an array of cakes for Usagi, as well as a few poke puffs for the Clefairy before sliding away. ]

It looks so good! Come on, Pinky! Let's dig in!

[ Usagi's first choice just so happens to be this delicious looking Strawberry Shortcake, and forking off a piece, quickly shoves it into her mouth to taste the deliciousness!

... except what she tastes isn't a sponge cake or whipped cream or strawberries. No. What she tastes is the distinct flavor of carrots. ]

EW!

[ Odd. Usagi then tries her other cakes, only to find they all taste like carrots. Which wouldn't be such a bad thing... if she didn't hate carrots. So, there's really only one thing that Usagi can do in this situation, as Pinky just chews happily away on her own food. ]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

[ It's something that Usagi's never had before when her dreams usually consist of bright colorful worlds or the usual first world problem dreams like all the food that she consumes tasting like carrots. ~~How disgusting.~~

Darkness. Complete and utter black.

The only thing bright in this world is her. ]

Hello?! [ Her voice echoes through the nothingness, and unlike before when she was in the Dream World, while filled with ghost pokemon and had some sort of life energy.. this place is empty and soundless. Panic sets quickly inside of Usagi as she starts to run through this lifeless world.. hoping that she finds something... something.. anything to help her out.

But then, there's something off in the distance and instead of running aimlessly, her new goal was to see what that lonely bright object is. She notices that it's a mirror floating amidst the dark and hesitates to look into it... She does though -- and what reflects is someone that is her, but isn't. A little taller. A little older. Silver hair, but most peculiarly a golden upturned crescent mark in the middle of her forehead. ]

Woah! Is that me? No way!

[ Usagi does a few poses in the mirror, because wow the maybe her in the mirror definitely had a better figure than her (but that's just what happens when you get older right? You fill out in the places that matter?), and then leans forward to inspect the thing in the middle of her forehead. Right as she's about to touch it, she notices the reflection of a Small-sized Pumpkaboo staring straight at her.

She doesn't have enough time to react because as soon as she turns to try and face the pokemon, there's a sudden flash and the world ripples -- changes around her. Soon, it's not the black silence she had been racing through. It's a town that, by the looks of it, has been recently decimated. There are still some buildings that are smoldering from fire. Others have been razed to the ground but that's not what frightens her the most. What she sees are pokemon and humans alike, laying unmoving and unbreathing on the ground. There's no doubt about what she's seeing...

They were dead.

Usagi's mouth opens to start screaming, trying to back away from what she's seeing and feeling when she bumps back into a wall with a mostly standing glass window. There was that reflection again -- that person that was her but wasn't.. except when she looks down, she lifts up on of her long tails to watch as the pale silver strands fall between her fingers. Her hand pulls away from her hair as if it's burning her hand, and steps back until she's in the middle of what was supposed to be the main road through this small town. What was going on? Who was she? Was she alone? Why was she here? ]

W-why... I don't... I don't want this... I don't want this at all!

[ ooc: herp derp I should have mentioned this before, but dream III is meant for anyone who has history dating before the savior, so, feel free to have your characters (or past versions of them) go who the eff is this chick crying in the middle of a razed town. Other wise, dream I and dream II are ripe for the hilarious and friendly picking!

also content warning with dream III: violence and death of both human and pokemon alike. ]

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[and here's Michiru, carefully picking her way across and making her way towards Usagi. It's almost callous, the way she spares the bodies only the briefest of glances. But then again, she's seen this scene - or variations thereof - too many times before.]

So what will you do about it?

[her face is carefully blank, though the deathgrip she has on this odd hand mirror is telling. She's barely aware she even has it, however.]

[ Michiru's voice immediately grabs her attention and soon she's watching the graceful woman who seems to calm for words. It's a small comfort to see someone she knew... but it's a fleeting comfort because she's still scared and she's still so confused. ]

I don't know what I'm supposed to do!

[ she's not like the others who have had these dreams for years. she's just been regular usagi who just wanted to go on adventures with her friends and pokemon and enjoy the world for what it was. ]

[her usual friendliness and smile seem to have disappeared. If anything, she has stopped a couple of feet away from Usagi and seems to be examining the girl. Their leader, her mind automatically corrects.]

Will you sit here and cry, then?

.....

[ Somewhere, in the back of her mind, Usagi knows that even if she sat here crying, and let herself feel nothing but fear, that nothing would change. That she'd have to get herself out of this terrible place on her own before anything else could get better.

But, that was a mindset from someone that wasn't the current her. The one that knew what needed to be done and had much more experience in this. She's still the girl from Union who sleeps in late and pigs out on sweets until she can't eat another bite and that's what makes this decision so difficult. ]

I don't want to...

[don't want to cry or don't want to do anything?]

But will you?

[this is completely and utterly unfair, and Michiru knows it. But her tone of voice makes it crystal clear that Usagi is being judged right now. How will you lead them like this, Usagi?]

[ she can hear the infliction in Michiru's voice and it cuts through her rather deep. Usagi's always just been. Being a leader of fun things was different than having to lead people through war -- through death and destruction and there was no doubt that this was what Michiru was asking of her.

There are still tears pouring out of her eyes, and she's working on rubbing them away aggressively. It leaves her face even redder than it had already been, but the fact of the matter is that she's trying for someone who was basically thrown into this fate. ]

No.

[there's a slight flicker in her eyes. You might have gained some points, but there's nothing in her voice to suggest that.]

And if we die? ['for you' hangs in the air between them, unspoken.

This, she feels in her marrow, has happened before. And with resignation, she quietly realizes why their actions suddenly made so much sense, in that fight against the raiders.]

Of course I would cry if you or anyone else died!

[ That is said almost immediately. There is no pause to think about it. Because, if she allows herself to think about it... ]

Not only are you my friend, but you're also people! You have your own life and your own dreams! No one deserves to have that taken away from them by dying!

[there's a small, wry smile at that. Crying again, huh?]

Some things may be worth it. [the dreams, the sacrifice. The question is, are you?]

[ Her eyes waiver at that finite answer. Usagi said that she wasn't going to just sit here and cry and by golly she was going to do that...

... because even if she didn't want people to die, that was what had happened in the past. People and pokemon died... and for what? For something they believed in. But, what Usagi believed in... ]

No one else has to die... if something happens, we can come up with a way! There's always a way!

[ The Savior and all the myth surrounding it was evidence enough for her to come to that conclusion. ]

[she tilts her head slightly, finger tapping at her chin in mock contemplation.]

Have you looked around you? [those are a lot of bodies, human and Pokemon alike. With every body that can be seen, how many more must be hidden underneath?]

Of course I have.

[ The area they were in really didn't help with her little speech, did it? Usagi's now aware of it, and for a second she's just going to force herself to look at all the dead bodies for another few seconds. ]

But, this was back in the past. The Savior found a way so that no one else had to die.

[ What it was... would continue to be a mystery. But, Usagi's just going to keep her full attention on Michiru, because if anything, she's always going to find the silver lining. ]

I'd find whatever way possible to make sure you guys didn't die. [ She wouldn't let it. Not in this life. They'd all die old and wrinkly and peacefully. Not in cold blood. Not in this terrible way. ]

[your sincerity is touching, but the naïveté...

Whatever small smile she might have had, it's gone now. She mostly looks tired.]

You believe you can save everybody.

[that's a statement, but it doesn't sound like she believes it.]

[ And it's that disbelief that jabs through Usagi's heart like a knife.

Her first reaction to yell, because why couldn't Michiru believe what she was trying to say? But, then she remembers the type of person Michiru is... and from what she's seen, of course it'd make sense why she couldn't just accept her words as easily as she could spit them out.

But, she doesn't falter. Because... ]

Yes. I do. If anything like this happens again, I'll save you. I'll save Haruka. I'll save Hotaru and Setsuna and Rei and Ami and Makoto and Minako and everyone else so we can all work together make sure that the world will be okay!

[ Even if Michiru didn't believe her now, she'd do whatever it took to show her she'd do good on that promise. ]

[this sounds familiar, in more ways than one. And having all those names said out loud like that only confirms what she had suspected.]

As long as you save Haruka before me.

[that's some form of deflection, even if she meant it. Even if she can't take you seriously. Even if she wants to.]

in my long forgotten cloistered sleep [DREAM LOG]

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