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.

Comments

Poor kid T_T. Giles will thank him later.

[consultmybooks]

Giles draws up short as Bakura begins to summon up his power. His nostrils flare as he scents the air, his hands clench again into fists, so tightly that the claws draw old blood from his palms that oozes onto the grass.

"Magic," he growls. This time its Bakura he goes for, aiming a sharp roundhouse blow at the boy's face.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura doesn't even move, a third shield forming around him on reflex as his clothing shifts, jeans and sweater melting into snow white robes edged in gold. Maybe this time would be different. Maybe this time it would work like he had hoped it would with Hiruma.... with Quatre...

But even as he hoped it... he knew it wouldn't. He didn't have the soul to transfer back...

The barrier holding the mourners back fades as Bakura's attention focuses on the man before him, eyes closing as the glow of his magic around him starts to become blinding.

"I'm sorry..." The words are almost a whisper before he flings his hand out, energy rushing forward.

"PURIFY!"

[consultmybooks]

The light hits Giles in the chest before spreading out to envelope him entirely. He screams in pain because, while the soul is long gone, there's still a demon that's inside, taking up space and controlling the corpse. It's visible, for a moment, as the spell takes hold, a hideous green creature with spikes covering its skin. But it's only visible for a moment, then the magic takes hold and Giles crumbles to dust, as quickly as though he'd just been caught in the sun.

[shiromadoushi]

Slowly, Bakura's shoulders go slack, mage robes fading with the aura of magic. He kneels next to the small bit of dust, an exhausted look on his face.

"I'm sorry..." he near whispers again. Even with the magic of a White Mage... he couldn't always save his friends.

And he hated it.

[consultmybooks]

For a second, Bakura might feel a presence just behind him, a presence recognizable from his time in the town thus far as Giles, at least in basic nature. Just somewhat lesser, fainter, far away. But still present enough to speak.

"I'm not."

Then it fades, vanishes into the ether, and Bakura truly is alone. The silence stretches on until it's broken by the sound of a gate opening with an almighty creak of rusty iron. Looking up will reveal that the cemetery gates have indeed opened, seemingly of their own accord. The town beyond is peaceful, safe, and quiet, lit by the faint rosy glow of sunrise.