Oct. 21st, 2014

brandnewshoes: (Thoughtful)
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A: Nightmare

[It's Caldera, but it's subtly older; a district in the northern part of the city, about ten years before. People who've been there before can see the differences: things look a little newer, a couple of buildings aren't built yet. There is, prominently, a very large clock tower visible.]

[Which is when things go wrong. Some sort of attack is underway; there are a few fireballs screeching through the air, smashing down in the middle of a stone plaza. Some humans in armor -- it looks vaguely like Gigas -- can be seen, and there are Pokemon going to and fro, fighting in the city. Then, a large fiery boulder shoots through the air, and smashes into the clocktower. There's a colossal explosion; shrapnel and heated stone rain down every which way.]

[There's the sound of a little girl screaming from inside. Some citizens start pulling rocks off; they get the kid out, but her mother is slumped over, having shielded her from the worst of it. The girl, suffice to say, looks like Estelle, age five.]

[The adult Estelle is standing nearby, watching people pick her up. Her arms are crossed and she looks somber, rather than crushed, for once.]

B: Dream

[It is a perfectly normal day in Union. Everything is sunny and bright! There's Pokemon playing in the streets; people are laughing and being cheerful. And yet, something is different. The ground has a certain... sponginess to it, like bread. Or, perhaps, like cake.]

[Ah, and the walls! Those are sugary -- and graham cracker like. And the creek nearby? Maple syrup flows through it. And the leaves, already turned red and yellow, are made of candy corn!]

WAHOOOOOO!

[Yeah. Estelle just jumped at the side of the Agricultural Tower and started eating it.]
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Action/potentially voice or video if desired

[Waking up without Nozomi being there had been rough. Eri had spent the first frantic hours looking for her everywhere and asking around, but to no avail. Now that the news of the Dream World was starting to circulate she was a bit more reassured. People had been coming back and leaving, and as with the prior events this too would likely pass.

But...

Today was her birthday. It was perhaps a bit selfish but she'd been hoping they could do something together. The day was supposed to be special, she was finally 18 after all, an adult at long last but today it just felt hollow and empty. A day like any other day.

And so, Eri didn't even make it out of bed. Her Warp Band is of course on hand, and she'll answer the door if it comes to it. She's not exactly in the best of shape either, paler than usual and looking more than a bit disheveled. If roused, she's definitely only moving because she feels she has to, not out of any desire to be doing so.]

Dream World

[Eri's slumber has been... hard to come by since this all started. She hovered in a haze between awake and asleep. With her mental state in shambles, she kept coming back to her training. Her dreamscape definitely reflects it, images of girls performing in the classical ballet style. The movements they make are accompanied by notes and analysis, hastily scrawled in quick but neat strokes. The movements are all heavily analyzed, she knows them in and out, and yet, as always, she is unable to attain them. It's not so much a dream as it is a repetition, a study of past failures and of skills she devoted her young life to learning but failed to master no matter how hard she tried]
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[It's a pleasant enough dream to start with. It's Natalia in her house, decorating for the upcoming holiday. She's not alone--Luke and Asch are helping her. The conversation as they do so... is less of a conversation and more like Natalia's interrupting any squabbling between the twins with attempts at normal conversation. She turns, humming a cheery tune as she puts up another decoration and the room seems to fall into silence. When Natalia turns back, intending to ask why the pair had fallen silent, they've vanished without a trace. Her face falls as she puts the box of decorations down and she sighs.

It's not the same without them around.]
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Dream I - you and I were resting close in peace )

Dream II - was it just a dreaming of my heart? )

Dream III - now I’m crying, don’t know why -- ** )

[ 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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