Take my hand....

[yumemi_no_ou]

Characters: Shin and anyone.
Open? Yep
Where: In your dreams
When: GHB 14
What: Shin's playing around with the Dreaming to try and find some of the answers. Or at least something more than he can find in the Waking.
Warnings: Shin will likely god-mod the setting of whatever dream he enters. It's just kinda what he does. Also, purple prose inner monologue. Again, it's what he does :)



There was sometimes a fine line between the Dreaming and the Waking. Like twilight times between day and night where the memories of dreams still lingered even as tired eyes looked forward into the daylight.

It was a tricky state to replicate, but something Shin had been working on ever since he had realized that his soul didn't fit right in his body any more. Walking the Waking world as a Dreamer, bridging the two worlds as only someone who was becoming the Lord of the Dreaming could... it was almost easier than walking while awake in his broken body.

The only trouble was that it was as if he were a ghost, drifting effortlessly through the streets, searching for the echoes of dreams from the houses around him. The pale bubbles of the locals paper-thin dreams were like those from soap, popping as he drifted near, fading at the slightest touch like shadows to the light....

It was frustrating. To go from a world so rich in dreams, where every person who slept had a rich full dream he could walk into, to one where the number of true dreamers were like flowers in a desert....

He smacked away the thin dream of a napping guard out of spite as he drifted by. Surely someone with a soul was asleep...


[[OoC: Anyone sensitive to spirits or whatever, feel free to spot Shin floating around in town. Everyone else, set up a dream and receive a visitor!]]

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[greatsquirrelhunter]

The usual forest of Faolan's dream is dark and cold, and empty of all but a single crying puppy.

[yumemi_no_ou]

If he hadn't already known what dream he had been entering when he had spotted it, the state of the forest was answer enough. Feet gliding just above the ground, he drifted over to the forlorn pup before gently kneeling down in front of him.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Oh! Oh, there was someone there with Faolan! The puppy leapt onto Shin, licking him with happiness.

[yumemi_no_ou]

The young man laughed, reaching up to muss Faolan's fur and rub behind his ears. "Hey," he greeted, smiling warmly.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Laughing was good. Faolan liked people laughing. That meant that they would stay. He whined, ears folding back and tail wagging, and lifted a paw to shake.

See? Faolan is a good boy! Don't leave Faolan alone!

[steelhearted]

Golden sunlight, green grass, white stone. The earth is warm and soft where he sits, one leg bent loosely towards his chest, the other stretched out. He carries no weaponry, wears no armor. Doesn't need to. This is a time of peace.

His eyes are closed and his head is tilted back, so that he can bask in the sun on his face. A rare day without clouds. He'll freckle, and if he's not careful he'll burn, but he knows to move to the shade when the skin across his nose and cheeks begins to tighten. For now, relaxation.

He's interrupted with a soft flump, something light landing on his head. He opens one eye and there she is, face flushed, smiling brilliantly. There is a chain of flowers around her head in place of her usual crown--he reaches up and gently touches petals and leaves about his own ears.

"My king," she says, and falls into a deep curtsy. He stands, and she follows his gaze on her, her own gray eyes sparkling with playfulness.

"My queen," he answers, and bows to her. She giggles again, like the sound of bells, and takes off--through the garden, red hair falling over her shoulders. She pauses behind a tree, peeks around the trunk; looks insistently at him.

He smiles, fondness warming his limbs more deeply than the sun, and follows after her.

[yumemi_no_ou]

It's not too different than something you'd expect to see out in the Waking world, as it was, Shin mused as he carefully stepped into the Dream, taking care to match the feel of his soundings. To the dreamer, he'd look as if he were dressed for the occasion, however the dreamer would expect. Or it would if things went as Shin hoped. He still needed practice with this sort of thing.

[steelhearted]

The garden is becoming more mazelike--overrun and darker, with thorned vines reaching out into the path, the briars rising overhead and blocking the sun. His chest begins to grow tight, but he follows her laughter anyway--if he concentrates, he can follow the sound of it and catch a glimpse of red curls and white flowers, a gold silk slipper.

Abruptly, the maze ends--she is standing in a lone beam of light, directly in the center of a ring of thorned, tangled vines. She looks up at him and holds out a single white rose.

He steps forward, trance-like, and into the light. Her hand is cool where she takes his and wraps it around the stem of the rose.

"I'll be waiting for you," she says, and her hands fall away, and as they do so she begins to fade, backing away from the light and into the darkness. "I believe in you."

He blinks and she is gone, and the rose in his hand has withered.

"Aine!"

[yumemi_no_ou]

There's an uncomfortable feeling, like he's seen something he shouldn't have, leaving Shin awkwardly standing apart font the dream, the fabric of it crumbling slightly around him to leave him standing in a spot of nothingness, very clearly an intruder.

[steelhearted]

The library at Dinas Clogwyn. The weight of Sir Olwen's sword is heavy at his hip, awkward and out of place. Much like the stranger, who looks oddly as though he has been cut and pasted into the setting--Yuan knows every single soul who lives here, and he's never seen anyone who even resembles this man.

"Do you have something to tell me?" he asks, keeping his distance. More likely from Olwen than from his mother--she being a witch is much more practiced at seamlessly integrating her messengers into his dreams.

[dash_dynamic]

Gunpei was dreaming of home. Of normal things. He was standing there transformed with the other Go-Ongers, and they were facing down a monster.

Gunpei himself had his Cowl Laser out, and he was taking careful aim at the monster when, suddenly, another monster jumped out of nowhere and tackled him, trying to take the gun from him. He grappled alone with the Balloon Banki. His teammates were unable to help him; they were too busy fighting Vacuum Banki. Would Gunpei wake up in a cold sweat after the dream got way unpleasant this be the end of Go-On Black?

Oh, sentai shows.

[yumemi_no_ou]

... So he was suddenly in the middle of a sentai show. Stranger things had happened... Though this dream was amazingly coherent for something like this...

Eh. Whatever.

Shin leaned into the dream slightly, looking for information. The way these shows went, a new team member wasn't too out of place, he just had to be sure not to be using a color that someone that this guy would expect would be wearing...

As soon as the dream clothed him in the outfit that would be expected and in a color that wouldn't be, he could join in the fight.

Because why the heck not?

Only the most logical and realistic of scenarios.

[dash_dynamic]

Purple would be a good color! Or orange. Neither of those colors had yet to be taken by a current Go-Onger.

Gunpei continued struggling against Balloon Banki (because, really, how horrible would it be to be defeated by that guy?!), who had kicked away his weapon and was now looking like he was about to deliver the finishing blow.

[yumemi_no_ou]

Purple it was then!

Rushing in now that he was properly clothed in the fabric of the dream, Shin hurried to the man's side. "Here! Take this!" he yelled, tossing a new weapon at the black clad fighter before diving for the one that Gunpei had lost.

[dash_dynamic]

"Huh?" Go-On Purple? Was there a Go-On Purple? But there was no time for that, not when there was a new weapon to be had. Especially not when it was so conveniently another firearm-type weapon. Gunpei did prefer those. "Oh! Thanks!"

The weapon seemed to do the job of incapacitating Balloon Banki...at least it had yet to explode and then grow building-sized. Now Vacuum Banki was the only remaining threat--and it had started to try to suck Gunpei and Shin up, because that was what vacuum monsters generally did.

[entirelybonkers]

Underland is lovely this time of year - there's a festival of sorts going on and all the inhabitants have turned out to honor the White Queen. There's nothing bad happening, but there's certainly a fair share of oddity churning from Alice's subconscious mind.

Too tall men were there, legs stretched long as if they'd been put on a rack and tugged too long and too hard. There were those that were a tad short, too - they could pass as dwarves had they beards and figure, though Alice doesn't truly know what a dwarf might be.

The Hatter is there; dancing madly as he was wont to do - and Alice sat aside, tea in hand, with a codfish settled atop her head.

[yumemi_no_ou]

Shin easily slipped in, looking around. With this sort of chaotic dream, he wouldn't even really need to blend in, something that made it a bit easier to relax. This type of dream was oddly more robust than anything that was coherent. When your dream was made of bits of chaos spun together with nonsense, any new element would just be woven into it like anything else. The only danger was being too wound up in it where he would have to consciously step outside to keep from being too well pulled into the person's subconscious and become subject to the whims of the dream...

Still, his appearance shifted anyway, his hair growing longer and fading to the white it was back home, clothing growing a bit faded and wispy as he idly wandered, watching and observing.

[entirelybonkers]

It's certainly chaotic; and it's certainly quite the sight to behold. Colors are rampant here - no black and white simple dreams for Alice Kingsleigh. For all intents and purposes, it's really not a dream.

At least, not to Miss Kingsleigh.

Alice is quite enraptured in the dance and its only every so often that she tears her eyes away and even then it is only for a brief moment, either to steady her codfish or to sip at her tea.

Should he wander close enough, Alice would lean over and whisper conspiratorially -

"Do you see the man, just there? Behind the Hatter? He fancies himself a dancer, but I rather think he'd be much better off as a marshmallow roaster."

[yumemi_no_ou]

Shin blinked. "I guess that'd be an easier job..." he offered, a bit unsure how to roll with the chaotic nature of the dream. He really had far more experience with the more solid dreams...

[entirelybonkers]

"I suppose it depends on your talent as a Roaster," she mused, tapping her finger to her chin. "Have you ever been a Roaster? I should think it a rather fun job, though I can't imagine what one would smell like at the end of the day. Smoke and charcoal, this and that."

She leans back and a cry echoes out; a low pitched, angry shriek that rattles to teacups on the table.

"Oh dear," she said sadly, staring at the rippling liquid. "I do believe that's the Jabberwocky."

[shadow_sage]

[Some people have nightmares of the wind. Liara has nightmares more like this. Though she's not getting run through, as she kills one of the twisted monsters that seem to resemble her a great deal more than they do humans, the sounds of distant screams warn of more coming. Liara leans against a wall, a pistol in her hand, and shakes her head.]

Goddess.

[There's a reason she doesn't sleep much.]

[yumemi_no_ou]

[[Shadows...? Shin blinks as he peers down at the black shape. No... no it was too solid. And electrified, it seemed...

Still, he's too used to the Shadows at Amontillado and too detached from the dream to have any other sort of reaction than curiosity. It's not until he sots Liara that he steps forward to solidify into the dream.]]

...Want out?

[shadow_sage]

Liara cocked the pistol and took a couple of shots as she backed towards him. "Stay down," she snapped, following her own advice. "You have a shuttle inbound?" She may have recognized him, but hasn't identified this as a dream quite yet. Nightmare. "They just keep coming." She leaned out and let fly a ball of blue energy, hitting one of the creatures square, staggering it slightly. She looked back at him.

"We have to evac now."

[yumemi_no_ou]

"I can get one," Shin assured, following her lead. "I can block them while we make a break for it, I have--" he reached into his pocket, leaning into the dream slightly to come up with something she would expect would work as a shield.

[shadow_sage]

Liara hit the creature again, along with pumping several rounds into its head. After all of that, it still kept on while she took cover to reload. Her breathing was growing a little more rapid as she looked at Shin. "Make it quick," she said, glancing at his hand. "Don't think a portable barrier that small will buy us much time at all, but I'll try to reinforce it."