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[aerial_ace]

[VIDEO -- 10/18]

[Cordelia was called into HQ early that morning, like most of the rangers were. After a large piece of Union came up missing in one night, they were prepped to initiate an immediate response to figure out why, searching various known areas. They had a day to prepare, but instead of gathering her supplies, Cordelia took to the air waves.]

At least two men from my division are missing. Robin and Peter Parker. [She pauses, taking a breath, closes her eyes briefly, and continues.] Robin was last seen last night at his residence, and Peter at the Rangers Headquarters. Neither were present at this morning's check-in.

Divisions 1--my division--4, and 8 will be leaving Union tomorrow morning to begin investigations; 2, 7 and 9 will be staying in Union to act as support to the Seekers, Swords of the Savior and Guard; and divisions 3, 5 and 6 will be on standby and will dispatch as more information becomes available.

Those affected by the disappearances last night, please respond. We are trying to compile an active list of people missing, so that we can better assess the situation. If you know anything about the whereabouts of those missing before their disappearance, please contact us. Thank you.


[ACTION; RANGER HQ -- 10/18]

[In the day she has in Union, Cordelia is scrambling. Obviously deeply affected by her partner's disappearance, she does her best to try to hide it by staying as busy as possible. She can be seen either trying to process Peter's paperwork, working the stables, or preparing supplies for the various search parties.]


[DREAM WORLD -- 10/18-10/31]

[When Cordelia does manage to sleep, her dreams are a bit more erratic than usual. While some do fall under the very mundane--going through routines with a few oddities sprinkled in--this disappearances have triggered a bit of fear in her, drudging up old memories. Stranger still, even if the events and times don't line up, a certain white-haired tactician seems to show up a fair bit.

OOC: Feel free to start a thread, mention whether you want something more normal for the dream log, a bit more traumatic, or if you want me to randomize it.]

A Dream Within a Dream

[future_sight]

The world was strange, fantastic, and terrifying at the same time. Heavy fog seemed to rise from the ground and billow through the trees, possessing a life of its own. The trees themselves, while seemingly harmless, berry-bearing types--berries both sweet and delicious, far more so than the ones in their world--stretched on for what seemed like an eternity, threatening to blot out the sun. While breaks in the canopy existed, they were few and far between, and sunlight was fickle at best. Night and day had no relation with time itself and moved as they pleased in a strange dance with no determinable rhythm.

Heavy fog gave way to strange new worlds entirely, where reason dared not tread. The worlds of the dreaming were nonsensical, oftentimes chaotic, and almost always extremely disorienting to move in and out of. Still, if one could figure out how to communicate with the sleeper behind them...

Moving through this strange new world, one might find that they are not entirely alone. Others spirited away in the night have found their way here, perhaps awakened by the strange cries of Pokemon, or the gentle rustling of leaves.

[OOC Note: Dream World mingle! Dream logs need not be in here, but this is a place for those people in the Dream World during the first week to interact with each other, form groups ICly, etc.]

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[worldmother]

[VOICE -- 10/18]

This is Elly. If you get this message, please tell me you're all right. If I don't hear from you, I'll assume not, and will come find you. I promise, whatever it takes, I'll find you.


[DREAM WORLD -- 10/18-10/24]

[When not slipping deep into the Dream World herself, Elly's dreams were chaotic, strange and a bit surreal. Most of the places she visited in these dreams might seem foreign and disjunct, playing out like snippets or photographs in time. Although not every night, the woman was plagued by nightmares, ghosts of a life in an unknown world.

OOC Note: Feel free to tag here for dream logs! If you'd prefer something not so nightmare-y, let me know and I can come up with something else!]

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[second_destiny]

[Dream #1]

[Anyone who has been to Ranger HQ should recognize the infirmary instantly. Asemu is there, sitting in bed, as an older man sits at the foot of the bed. Those who have seen Asemu in his uniform will note that the man's uniform is identical to his, down to the last detail. Asemu seems really upset.]

What's the point?! I've got no Psychic abilities, and my Enlightened abilities are nothing compared to my dad's! What good can I be against what we've been facing?!

Now hold on a second! Keep quiet and let me talk!

[Asemu is surprised by the man's barking at him, so he immediately shuts up.]

Who says you have to be a psychic to do this job? Hell, who says you have to be an Enlightened? Just look at me! I don't even have your fancy powers and I do just fine!

...Ah...

Asemu. Forget about trying to be your dad. The world already has a Flit Asuno, and you're not him. But you've got your own gifts, your own skills. Use those. Train. Use what you've got to be the best damn Ranger you can be. ...No, scratch that. The best damn Ranger there is!

You can have the best abilities in the world. But with a weak, rotted heart, it means nothing. I told you before, didn't I? People who are strong in here are the ones who are strong in the end.

[With that, he points to Asemu's heart and gives off a cocky grin.]

[Dream #2]

[This dream is much simpler than the last. There seems to be a party going on at the island, but it happens to be in a courtyard that doesn't actually exist there -- like it was taken from some other noble's property.

The party's not a big one -- mainly just Asemu's family and friends. Eventually, though, Asemu and a certain redhead that you may know slip away and head down to the beach. There, they walk through the surf a bit until she falls over -- but when he bends down to help her up, she pulls him down into the waves and they get into a silly splash fight, laughing the whole time.]

[[OoC: Pick which dream you'd like to use. I'm even willing to take characters for both dreams. Alternately, if you'd rather run into Asemu in the real world, just leave a thread specifying. Asemu is likely all over the place trying to figure out what's going on.]]

Dream-Eater ♫

[roadrolled]

[video;]

So...what's going on? ♫ [Len's already hopped between worlds a few times, but he was a little to wary to do anything...yet. That's soon to change, but for now he's treading carefully.]

[dream world; week 1 - visiting]

[Time to time when Len found himself in the dreams of others, if they weren't too chaotic, he'd use what little agency he had to dress himself up and create a little nightmare of his own. ( In flashy song and dance form, of course. )

A song about a dream eating baku with devious intent fit the circumstances way too perfectly for him to pass up! As for whoever he was invading--they were more than able to stop him mid-way. Sometimes he'd keep up the act, and sometimes he'd admit it was just a joke.]

[dream world; week 1 - visited]

[When Len wasn't being a brat and ruining other people's dreams, his own were odd and disjointed--when he actually decided to enter "sleep mode", that is.

Typically, because of the amnesia that left him with very little information on the world, his dreams revolved mostly around his sister, as well as bits and pieces of his past that were too foggy to make out. His hardwired desire to sing and entertain was also prevalent--a stage, a cheering audience and the swell of success. The stage was often littered with adoring fangirls (and boys) as well as sweets.

Throughout some of the darker dreams there was a distinct fear of being forgotten and left to rust, no longer needed or novel in a world full of "real" singers. Broken down machines left to be overtaken by nature in vast and seemingly endless fields. Considering the state he'd been found in himself it wasn't all that surprising; Len himself could often be seen here, but as a deactivated husk. In fact, there were often dozens of these husks, each more decrepit than the last.

Sometimes his dreams would be nothing but a stream of computer code, with Len sitting in a dark room that was, at the same time, perfectly lit. It was during these processing times that he acted the most like his waking self.]

((ooc: For the dream logs please specify what kind of mood/tone you'd like most. I can also improvise beyond the ones listed.))