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[yumemi_no_ou]

Characters: Shin and anyone asleep
Open? Yep!
Where: the Dreaming
When: Nighttime, RD12
What: Shin goes dream walking.
Warnings: Lots of capitalized Ds


Even in Dreams, Shin was restless. Without the normal background hum of hundreds of Dreamers, the Dreaming felt empty. Hollow.

Far to much like it had when his Dreaming had been sealed.

There were still the doors to the dreams of everyone who was asleep, even if so many of them seemed like cardboard cut outs... It was easy to spot the ones of those who weren't native of the world. They were more real, solid, and he could feel more clearly who was behind them. It was something he had noticed before, back home. The doors to fellow Dreamers were the more vibrant and real, and those who had strong powers were a close second. Idly he drifted through the insubstantial hallway, knocking on some to announce his presence, others just phasing into the dream and looking around. After all, it wasn't as if he expected most people to hear him knocking. They'd have to be aware for that, and he knew for a fact that there were no other Dreamers around and active dreamers were rare.


[[OoC: Feel free to notice Shin entering your characters dream, or to just set up a random dream for him to step into!

Edit: Also, since Shin power allows him to manipulate dreams, let me know if you don't want him to be able to with your character's dream, please!]]

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[tatra]

Since the ball Tatra had the same dream, not every night but most nights. The garden full of tropical plants and flowers stretched on forever beyond the small courtyard, and the band was gone. There was only a small stone table, a set of chairs and a complete tea set.

Tatra sat at one side of the round table and Tarta at the other. Both drank tea, although four cups stood empty around the double tea top. They spoke and laughed and argued, but everything was silent. She always felt as though she was watching herself from a distance.

Needless to say the whole affair was the source of some distress to Tatra and quite unsettling. She missed her sister dearly, and would have given almost anything to hear her laugh, but her subconscious would not grant her even that small favor.

When a stranger walked on the scene, Tatra's smile left her completely and she felt quite suddenly solidly within her own consciousness. Tarta continued talking and laughing in silence, as though nothing had changed, but Tatra turned to watch the stranger approach.

[yumemi_no_ou]

One side effect to having been in so many dreams was that it was easy to pick up traces of what things were from. Maybe it had been some part of the Dream King's role in the past to fix broken dreams, he didn't know. No one really did since it'd been so long since there had been one.

But the urge to reach out and just... smooth away what was bent or broken was very strong.

It was also a little rare to suddenly be the center of the dreamer's attention when he stepped inside and it made him a bit uncomfortable, like he had walked in on something private.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt."

[tatra]

Tatra shook her head somberly and turned back to her sister. Even close enough to read her lips, her mind couldn't register what Tarta might be saying to her. It was like being trapped inside a doll house, where you were allowed to look but not touch. She was barely more a part of the dream itself than he was; merely an observer of the twisted little fantasy world.

"I miss her," she said, as much to herself as to the stranger, as though she were merely thinking out loud. Which, essentially, she was.

[yumemi_no_ou]

"That's why she's here," Shin nodded.

Reaching out, he put a hand on the dream echo of Tarta's shoulder, stilling her movement. "Or at least, your memory of her is here..."

[retrieverchef]

Eliot writhed in the chair, just praying that the car battery would die soon. It felt like hours since they'd dragged him in here. "Chapman, stop! I can't... No!"

This, right here? This was why he normally only slept about ninety minutes at a time. He opened his eyes, pleading silently with his unitmate. "Chapman, why?"

The blond just smiled. "You know why, Eliot. And you know how to stop this." He gestured toward the gun by Eliot's hand.

"No!" he screamed as the other man connected the power again, his scream becoming wordless in his pain.

[yumemi_no_ou]

It was reflex when he encountered a nightmare, reaching out to the fabric of the dream and freezing it so that everything but the dreamer was suddenly like a painting or photo; lifeless and still. A strong enough mind sometimes would keep stubbornly stuck in the dream, staying within the picture instead of being removed from it, but most were glad to be out of whatever situation their sleeping mind had conjured for them and would break free.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot gasped reflexively as the nightmare froze. That had never happened before. Instinctively, he sought out whatever had changed the dream. No, the memory. He frowned in confusion when he saw the teenager. "What... How...?"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan's dream held green woods and blue sky and laughter. His pack was there - Mutti and Vati, Hawk and Snow, Loki, Gretel, Alanna, and everyone he loved. And he was there with all of them, playing and leaping and chasing.

Life was good.

[yumemi_no_ou]

Shin smiled, slipping in seamlessly before joining in the chase, something he never could have done in the physical world.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan saw the new movement from the corner of his eye. Someone new was joining the fun! There was only one way to properly greet someone new.

Faolan zipped between a pair of trees to pounce on Shin, arms winding around the man.

[shadow_sage]

Liara stood in a small room, in front of a bank of monitors. The technology was far and away beyond anything in the kingdom, but every last monitor was empty, blank. She simply stood, watching them, trying to find a pattern out of nothing.

"Glyph, pull up everything we know about thorns." A ball of light appears, hovering behind her. It speaks in a heavily mechanical voice.

"I am sorry, Dr. T'Soni, but I have no information on that subject."

"Damn it." She thinks for a moment. "Let's start with Species 37, then. And all information pulled from studies done on the subjects of Zhu's Hope before the invasion." A few screens light up, this time, but everything on them is fuzzy. Still, she seems happy.

[yumemi_no_ou]

Shin closed his eyes just a moment, willing himself to match the scenery around him before he stepped forward into the dream, the fabric rippling like water at a subtle breeze as his appearance changed to match what Liara's expectations of someone would be wearing.

"Any luck?"

[shadow_sage]

"My entire network has been disrupted. I've lost communication with almost half of the inhabited galaxy, and the rest is spotty, at best." She tapped a few controls and then pointed at a screen. "I can't really pull up much more data than I can already remember on the Thorian. And maybe that much on any other kind of mobile or highly reactive plant life."

She looked over at him, clearly frustrated. "Without my network, I'm practically useless." She waved at hand at the screen. "Glyph, pull up any studies done on worlds with high levels of element zero. Look for any reference to oddities in the plant life compared to worlds lacking eezo."

She turned to Shin and straightened. "So. Nothing to report that we don't already know."

[bondsoflove]

Everything is burning.

The colors are inverted red and gray and white. The moon is unforgiving. There's something wrong about the smell of the smoke, but it's too thick to see the source.

He steps over glowing coal remnants of wood and dirt, following the smoke. Underneath his foot, a charred plank cracks, falls apart; his family crest is split down the middle before it breaks into pieces.

"You're a failure."

He whips his head to the left and looks down at the child, himself, seven or eight and cruelly smiling. The nasty twist is out of place on his soft features, still full with baby fat.

"How could you let this happen?"

To the right, it's The Avenger, taller and stronger and prouder even at twelve, dressed in his old black jumpsuit and radiating anger so strongly that a beam next to him explodes in fire. Sasuke tries to put his arms up to shield his face from the shower of sparks, but he can't move.

It burns.

"You failed them." His child-self points and the smoke clears, revealing the source--what looks like a hill, a pile of old clothes. Sasuke steps closer.

His mother, eyes wide and unseeing, is at the top of the pile, her body stiff and unnatural. His family's corpses, hundreds of them, are stacked and burning.

The smoke tastes like spoiled, charred meat.

Sasuke gags and falls to his knees, and his hands splash in hot, sticky black fluid. Blood, pooling from their bodies, seeping close to him, staining his clothes.

He tries to back away, but he can't move. The child laughs and The Avenger grabs Sasuke's hair.

"You'll never be clean," he growls, and shoves Sasuke's face into the blood. It's halfway up to his elbows, now.

[yumemi_no_ou]

"That's enough."

There's a ripple as Shin steps into the nightmare, the fabric of it warping around him, turning everything still and silent like a photo. He looks different than he does waking. His hair is white, his posture straight and there's no sign of weakness or injury. This is his realm, where he's at his most powerful and he's not hiding it.

Part of him wants to make a side comment about wallowing in self pity, but he pushes it aside. People couldn't help what they dreamed unless they were Dreamers.

Though is Sasuke's mind held fast to his nightmare and didn't break free of it, he might.

[bondsoflove]

Free from The Avenger's grasp, Sasuke collapses onto his side, trembling. He can feel the terror clawing at his chest, but without the sensation of bile at the back of his throat or the dizziness of hyperventilation.

It's eerily still in his dreamscape, but he recognizes the voice.

His head turns when he tells it to, this time.

"What are you doing here?" His voice is raw, pained. While he'll take the blessing of his mental self-torment receding, even a little, it still reads as wrong.

[shadedsunlight]

It's an odd reversal.

Ginia used to dream about death when she was alive. She dreamed about the torture and death of her family, old jobs, all the people she killed, the people she couldn't save, an endless cycle of guilt, hurt, pain, death, and blood. So much blood. Blood on pavement, blood on clothes, blood, blood, blood.

It's different when you're dead.

Ginia sits in a park, watching a young brunette girl play on the swing set. The girl pumps her legs to push herself higher and higher, daring as all children do to push the limits of the chains of the swing set and the bars keeping it all together. The girl laughs in delight as she swings back and forth and Ginia smiles, but it's a sad, subdued smile. It's a bright sunny day, but the colors are all washed out.

[yumemi_no_ou]

Shin takes care as he enters this dream, doing his best not to interrupt the fabric of it and blending in best he can.

"Someone you know?"

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia looks over at the newcomer and offers a slight nod. Some part of her mind recognizes him as someone unfamiliar, but with how her memories have become, everyone is unfamiliar. Dreams are strange things full of strange people.

"My daughter," she says with motherly pride, but also with sadness.

[folklorist]

The dream Shin enters might be one out of a fairytale. He'll be outside a rather large castle snow covering the ground and a deep winter chill set in the air. The front door is open allowing some of the light and warmth of the main hall to drift outside. Should he enter he'll notice two large statues upon entering. A human, magician in appearance with a spell book and across from him an angel wielding a shield which contains an insignia of a dragon holding and olive branch and a orb in two claws while a shield with a capital 'S' and a sun in held by the other two, and scepter is in the angel's other hand. It's an old castle yet it looks inviting and homely too. There's a faint scent of vanilla and spiced chair wafting through the air coming from a darkened corridor to the right of the entryway. The private quarters of the Sprensonne family not usually open to the public or students. But Shin wasn't a student, was he?

[yumemi_no_ou]

In dreams, Shin could be whatever was needed to not disrupt the dream he was stepping into. Gently reaching out into the dream, his appearance shifted, clothing changing to match what the dreamer expected to see so that he wouldn't stick out as something foreign as he half drifted down the hallways, observing.

[folklorist]

His clothes would now be something akin to a school uniform. A white shirt with a green jacket with gold trimming, and black pants to match. Either way students were typically allowed to wear normal clothes on fridays through sunday. So even if Shin hadn't altered his appearance Helios wouldn't have noticed much. Still as he makes his way further down the hall he'll smell the airy aroma of vanilla getting stronger and stronger as he goes deeper. The hallway looks like it stretches on endlessly but the walls on either side are lined with doors.

Shin might notice that he's being followed by something then and there. Black seemingly formless phantom like beings that use the castle's walls and floors as their means of travel. They won't do anything as long as Shin doesn't look like a threat at least.

[brokenpiece]

There is nothing.

It has been many years, far too many to remember, since Angela could dream again. Considering her job, it was only natural. And even if she didn't have the devices to do such, her brain and mind was used to the routine. However, it doesn't bother her.

Her consciousness was calm when she notices the new arrival in her headspace. She wasn't aware that other people was capable of doing the same as her, so it surprised her.

"Who.. might you.. be?"

Her voice was calm.

[yumemi_no_ou]

Shin didn't care for blank dreams. After spending far too many years trapped in one of his own, it felt too much like a small prison. Dreams in transition were one thing, but to be just sitting in an empty room....

"Shin. Shin Tensou," he introduced, lighting to be on the same level as her. There's a faint ripple in the fabric of the dream at his feet as his desire to change the blankness of the landscape hovers, waiting for permission to fill the emptiness.

[brokenpiece]

She was quick enough to notice the request the permission, perhaps triggering some old memories that she dismissed fast. She was sure to remember that name to talk in another situation, shall the opportunity rise again.

"Nice to... meet..you, Shin." She manages to reply, giving him a small nod at his request. She was a dream therapist, so this kind of situation was normal in some way or another. "I'm.. Angela."