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bravenewworld2014-10-31 12:05 pm
kaidont) wrote in bravenewworld2014-10-31 12:05 pm
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Action + dreams, backdated to last week
Real world
[Usually, Kaido's not one for these festivals (he's one of those "it's childish" guys), but something's changed after last year. So while he's not going to be running around in costume himself, he's gotten himself a mask, and you might find him shopping around for sweets to give out.
Despite the festive occasion, he's not looking very cheerful. But on the other hand, it's a calmer, more collected kind of dark mood, not his usual cranky self]
[Or, if you're in the dream world...]
Kaido's dream
[This place looks like Union! But there's something a little off.
Wherever you go, you feel like you're being watched. You won't be able to see anyone actually doing it, but something is definitely out there. Something you can't see, can't hear, and if your nose is as good as Kaido's, can't smell. All you can feel is their eyes and breath on the back of your neck, and if you get too caught in the atmosphere, you might even feel the ghostly scratch of fangs on your neck or claws on your arms--but as soon as you focus on the sensation, it's gone, and you're unharmed. The air is also heavy, thicker, somewhat like water.
Every here and there, though, there are patches that seem to be brighter. A bench surrounded by clean air and the scent of antiseptic, that seems to glitter if you look at it from the corner of your eye. A bed of fragrant flowers that reach up past your head and shade the area like a parasol. A streetlight unlike any other, somehow fitted with cogs and various gadgets that give you the time, the weather, the atmospheric pressure, emitting sparks every now and then and casting a light that clears the fog. And smaller objects, too. A cup of tea. A paintbrush. If you're one of his friends, you might find small items that feel eerily familiar.
But while those areas and items are surrounded by clearer air, and will shake off the dread if you reach them, the closer you get, the stronger the feeling of being watched and hunted will grow. It's barely noticeable on smaller objects, but if you try to reach the bench, streetlight or flowerbed, the pressure will become almost unbearable until you actually enter their field of influence.
You might be able to find Kaido if you look for him. But be wary; he, too, feels, like he's being watched]
[But if you follow the stray petals you might encounter here and there, you could stumble out of his and into...]
Floette's dream
[And you are very small. All around you are flowers, most of them bigger than you are. Some will reach up to your knees, some of them are the size of Union's towers. Most of them are somewhere in your height range. All of them are in vibrant colours, all the rainbow and then some, and give off a comforting, fragrant scent.
It's a playful but relaxing place, and if you pay attention you might hear Floette's laugh coming from somewhere]
[[Sorry about lateness, october has been absolute hell]]
[Usually, Kaido's not one for these festivals (he's one of those "it's childish" guys), but something's changed after last year. So while he's not going to be running around in costume himself, he's gotten himself a mask, and you might find him shopping around for sweets to give out.
Despite the festive occasion, he's not looking very cheerful. But on the other hand, it's a calmer, more collected kind of dark mood, not his usual cranky self]
[Or, if you're in the dream world...]
Kaido's dream
[This place looks like Union! But there's something a little off.
Wherever you go, you feel like you're being watched. You won't be able to see anyone actually doing it, but something is definitely out there. Something you can't see, can't hear, and if your nose is as good as Kaido's, can't smell. All you can feel is their eyes and breath on the back of your neck, and if you get too caught in the atmosphere, you might even feel the ghostly scratch of fangs on your neck or claws on your arms--but as soon as you focus on the sensation, it's gone, and you're unharmed. The air is also heavy, thicker, somewhat like water.
Every here and there, though, there are patches that seem to be brighter. A bench surrounded by clean air and the scent of antiseptic, that seems to glitter if you look at it from the corner of your eye. A bed of fragrant flowers that reach up past your head and shade the area like a parasol. A streetlight unlike any other, somehow fitted with cogs and various gadgets that give you the time, the weather, the atmospheric pressure, emitting sparks every now and then and casting a light that clears the fog. And smaller objects, too. A cup of tea. A paintbrush. If you're one of his friends, you might find small items that feel eerily familiar.
But while those areas and items are surrounded by clearer air, and will shake off the dread if you reach them, the closer you get, the stronger the feeling of being watched and hunted will grow. It's barely noticeable on smaller objects, but if you try to reach the bench, streetlight or flowerbed, the pressure will become almost unbearable until you actually enter their field of influence.
You might be able to find Kaido if you look for him. But be wary; he, too, feels, like he's being watched]
[But if you follow the stray petals you might encounter here and there, you could stumble out of his and into...]
Floette's dream
[And you are very small. All around you are flowers, most of them bigger than you are. Some will reach up to your knees, some of them are the size of Union's towers. Most of them are somewhere in your height range. All of them are in vibrant colours, all the rainbow and then some, and give off a comforting, fragrant scent.
It's a playful but relaxing place, and if you pay attention you might hear Floette's laugh coming from somewhere]
[[Sorry about lateness, october has been absolute hell]]
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[Then he yawns, and stretches, and sparkles faintly for a brief moment. His fairy powers are less obvious than the fire ones, but there's one thing they're really good for -- playing subtly with emotions, and especially with people's perception of him.]
[Right now, they're projecting the image of helplessness, a total lack of guile. An easy target. The slim build that he's had since he evolved seems even more obvious, overtly frail and delicate.]