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

[consultmybooks]

It's not like before, although Giles has only the dimmest memory now of where or when or what "before" was. And he feels a pang of regret, in what's left of his human heart, that this fire doesn't seem intent on consuming him. But there's nowhere to escape, even if he wanted to, and he wants to see what else the dragon intends for him.

She seems to be on his side, unlike the traitors ranged in uncomfortable plastic chairs on the grass.

"Curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction brought him back..."

He resumes his efforts to escape the smoldering pine box.

[through_fire_be_reborn]

The mask retreats back through the lid as the fires grow in intensity, eating away at the wood so that it will easily shatter against the pounding fists.

She will be waiting, floating above, watching to see what he will do.

[consultmybooks]

What Giles will do is tear away the wood like its tissue paper, now that he can get a grip, now that he can see the night sky above his head and feel the wind and smell the blood pumping through the bodies of the people he once knew and loved.

He'll rise up out of the coffin like a spectre, yellow eyes glowing, fangs gleaming in the moonlight. Then, with a snarl, he'll lunge at the people. Some might get away. Most will die, necks broken and skin torn and blood drained.

[through_fire_be_reborn]

With every snap and every bite, the flames grow stronger, pulling in the life force as the vampire feeds. Death become strength, the flames twisting and enveloping Giles with their protective heat, masking him from sight.

A shadow made of fire. A shield of death protecting the demon with in as the flames creep out from around him, seeking to feed on all they can reach.

[consultmybooks]

Eventually, all are dead or fled. And Giles stands, bloodied and hot from all the blood he's fed on, in a circle of bodies, protected by a shield of fire. And he watches as the fire moves out, beyond the gates of the graveyard, into the town beyond, and he watches people try to run still further or douse the fires, watches them fail and be consumed to feed the flames.

And he exults in the destruction. Yes yes yes, die die die. Join him and be safe, let the both of them protect you, or fight him and perish. The living world can burn, for all the good it ever did him.

Eventually, he recovers himself, and races into the town to join his new mistress in the feeding frenzy once again.