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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[through_fire_be_reborn]

A peel of laughter answers her screams. 'There is nothing to return for nothing has been taken!'

[brosif]

She will kill this beast. She can feel it in her bones -- everything that Sif is hates this creature, in a way she never before thought herself capable of.

All of the love she felt for Asgard, distilled into one girl and then taken.

With her sword -- with her shovel -- she charges, aiming for the head.

[through_fire_be_reborn]

The beast stands still, as if waiting...

...only to change form into that same little girl that Sif is thinking of at the last moment as the shovel is bearing down.

WELP that's one way to do it

[brosif]

The change comes too late. The shovel connects with her daughter's head, and Sif is of two minds: the warrior, that knows this must be a trick.

And the mother, that sees her daughter's head on the ground and falls, screaming.

She wakes up to these screams, and to memories of a girl that she knows cannot have existed. Like ash in her mouth.