Action: but you never tire of dreams

[ofthebeast]

Characters: Any willing dreamers
Open? Yes
Where: In your minds
When: After the party
What: Part two of the dream plot!
Warnings:


The party went on, with the beast's head on display. A proud, twisted thing. Behind false ruby eyes, it waited. And as the music became slower and the wine less plentiful, it waited still.

Those who had gazed upon it at the ball. Those who had seen it once living in the forest. All heroes who dared to look upon its face and dream still that they would be able to live another day...

There are all sorts of ways of living. In waking. In sleep. Perhaps, now, they would find one in between.

(ooc: Feel free to keep tagging into the party post! Once your characters go home and go to sleep of their own accord, that is when the dreaming will begin. Remember, it is up to you to set up what kind of world your character is trapped in and how best to help them. Plotting post is here, make use of it!

The beast's power will wane once the bulk of the dreamers have escaped his curse. If your character was not at the party but you still want to involve them in the dream plot, that is fine! They can either help get people out or have seen the beast wandering in the woods before it was killed and have caught its attention that way.

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[greatsquirrelhunter]

The room is t iny and bare. Faolan, curled against one wall, seems to be far too lightly dressed but is barely shivering. Knees held to his chest, he stares at the only entrance to the room. It has been closed since he was thrown in and hasn't opened once,even to bring him food.

But at the base of the door, there is a flap that a puppy making himself small could get through. But changing takes longer and hurts ore every time he does it, and he's afraid to. The last time he changed, it hurt so much that he doesn't remember anything that happened when he was a wolf.

He scared. He's never been scared of being a wolf before, but even after not eating for Adams, he's too paralyzed by fear to attempt escape again.

[canistricari]

Something slips under the door, something massive and bright and full of teeth. It flows across the floor like water and seems to fill up the room.

"Why so afraid, little cousin?"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

There is a yelp, then a whimper of fear at the teeth. Faolan buries his face in his knees, shaking.

[canistricari]

Coyote laughs, an almost cruel laugh at the boy's fear.

"I will not harm you, dear little cousin!"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan looks up at this. Coyote is calling him cousin, so maybe he's not bad even if he is all teeth.

"Really?"

[canistricari]

"No, no!" The teeth seem to grin, almost.

"In fact, I have come to help!"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan's head comes up and hope gleams faintly in his eyes. "Really?"

[for_that_i_run]

A door that can't be opened? It is the first thing Eagle inspects. He ran his hand along the door frame to make certain there wasn't a key hidden there, tried the doorknob which did not give an inch, and when that failed rammed his shoulder into the obstacle to try to force it open. It was no good though. The only exit was this little opening and that was a bit too small for him.

He looked back at the boy then but didn't dare approach, not yet anyway, the poor guy looked too terrified.

"It looks like we will be staying here for a while."

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan's eyes widened as he became aware of the other person in the room. He whimpered, drawing his knees closer. Strangers were bad.

But this man felt a little familiar; smelled a little familiar. He whimpered again, looking up with eyes wide behind bangs that had grown out too long.

[for_that_i_run]

Eagle settled in so that he could sit on the floor with his back leaning against one of the walls.

"Why would anyone put you in a place like this?"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan's voice is hoarse and soft. "Tried to run away. Caught me again."

He lets his legs drop a little, since Eagle isn't threatening. "How you here too?"

[for_that_i_run]

"I don't know really. I just sort of found myself here."

Tried to run. Poor kid. Just what kind of place was this?

"Why were you trying to run? Because they keep locking you in places like this?"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

"Do bad things to Faolan."

His arms tighten a little. "Never saw you before."

[wheresmycoffee]

"This place, huh...?" Hawk's eyes are narrow, fists tight at his side. There's an aura around him that's rare, that very few people have seen, and even fewer remember.

He cracks his knuckles, a very dark smirk tugging at his lips as the bolts and hinges on the doors start to melt as it at the heat of his glare. "Stay close."

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan looks up, eyes wide, as the door melts, and then his face breaks into hope and delight.

"Daddy!"

[wheresmycoffee]

The murderous aura fades a little and Hawk gives an almost goofy smile before reaching out to muss Faolan's hair slightly before reaching out to pull the freshly melted metal into a small knife, which he handed to his son.

"Let's bust out of here, kay?"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan is on his feet in an instant. He plucks the knife from Hawk's hand and snuggles against his side. "We can?"

[wheresmycoffee]

"Of course we can. I trashed this place once before, I can do it again." There again was that almost sadistic glint in Hawk's eye. "You show me who hurt you, and I'll kill them, kay?"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

"Yes, Daddy," Faolan answers, holding Hawk's shirt to make sure they don't get separated.

[consultmybooks]

Faolan might not be able to see, but the voices outside his door are audible enough. Three scientists appear to be conversing...well, it might be more accurate to say that two are attempting to converse with a third, while the third makes himself obtuse. Perhaps he's new. He keeps asking questions about basic procedures, things anyone who's been on the project longer than a week should know.

The flap at the base of Faolan's door is lifted ever so slightly, by the heel of a boot. The boot's owner, judging from the voice, is probably the new scientist.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan does, indeed, hear the voices outside the door. It seems strange that one of the scientists doesn't know what's going on, but then the voice sounds a little familiar. Faolan creeps toward the door, as silently as he can manage, and when the flap is partially opened, he raches out to grasp the boot opening it.

[consultmybooks]

His grip is noticed - Faolan might just feel the scientist's leg muscles tense slightly, as he's grabbed. But his hand isn't kicked away. Beyond that, the scientist gives no sign that he knows Faolan is there.

The talking continues, the two who belong growing more and more agitated at their new colleague, and their new colleague either being ignorant of this or simply not caring. Finally, in a voice carrying noticeable hints of an accent:

"I think you must have stumbled across one too many questions you shouldn't have known the answer to."

Then there's the sound of metal slicing flesh, men gurgling as they choke on their own blood. Two bodies hit the floor, just visible as two of Faolan's scientists through the little pet door. The last one standing seems entirely unperturbed, even as blood drips to the floor from the blade he'd used to end them.

"...kinder that way, I think."

[greatsquirrelhunter]

It does make Faolan scared. Scientists killing each other? What if he's next? But he doesn't release his hold. The voice was different than any other scientist. Maybe... Maybe it's someone who wants to help.

He whimpers softly, not sure if he wants to attract attention or not.

[consultmybooks]

He doesn't need to attract any attention to himself. The last scientist standing knows very well that he's here.

Carefully, Faolan's hand is shaken off and the man steps away, out of sight. But only for a minute - then, he returns, and there's the sound of a passcode being entered, and a key card being swiped. A lock "clicks" audibly as it's unlocked. Then, slowly, ponderously, Faolan's cage door will be pushed open and pushed aside. Giles is standing on the other side, covered in blood, but looking down at Faolan with pity in his eyes.

"Computers. Awful things."

He sits down on the hard tiled floor, putting him a bit closer to Faolan's eye level.

"Are you hurt?"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan backs away from the opening door, unsure that it opening is a good thing. But the man's eyes aren't mean. He scoots forward again, the expression in his wide eyes probably a better answer than the nervous shake of his head.