eswareinmal | Take my hand....

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Take my hand....

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

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.

Edited 2013-01-01 23:31 (UTC)

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.

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.

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?

... 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?

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.

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

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.

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

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!"

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.

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!

Shin took Faolan's paw in his hand, shaking it. "So, what shall we do? Since I can run in here, I can actually keep up," he smiled. He knew he couldn't replace Hawk... but at least in dreams he could be a poor man's substitute.

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.

Edited 2013-01-02 01:10 (UTC)

Shin shook his head. "I'm just an observer, not a prophet."

"Where do you hail from?"

Apprehensively. If it's some sort of dream magic, a curse or scrying, he doesn't want to open himself up any more than he already has--but the magic is being done to him, not by him, so he's not sure he has much of a say in the matter.

"Wherever I can catch a cab from," Shin replied, deadpan before cracking a slight smile. "Sorry, um... " He ran a hand through his bangs. "There's no way I can answer that without sounding cryptic or melodramatic or just vague as hell."

Way to ruin the mood there, Tensou. Good job.

"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.

"Someone piss off the cleaning lady?" Shin half yelled over the sudden rush of air around them. "Maybe we should throw that thing at it, it might clog up the bag!"

That was how these shows worked, right?

Faolan sat up and the sun cautiously came out from behind a cloud in the dream. Shin would play? Yes! Shin would play with Faolan!

The puppy cavorted around Shin, barking happily before he made a dash to a few feet away. He looked back over his shoulder, barking and wriggling to show that Shin should chase.

Shin scrambled to his feet, rushing after. Oh man, it felt good to be able to be careless about his body again... dreams were the best...!

"I don't even know why the Gaiark sent that thing if their goal is to trash the planet as much as possible!"

The real Vacuum Banki had made a mess of things through sucking important weapons and things up, but the dream logic of Gunpei's mind that had so readily accepted the appearance of a Go-On Purple plus that new weapon just went along with it. Gunpei hurled the weapon at the monster, and it exploded in a rather impressive fashion as he struck a dynamic pose.

Meanwhile, the other Go-Ongers had made Balloon Banki explode...and so now of course there were two building-sized monsters looming over them.

Gunpei knew what to do. He whipped out what appeared to be a small toy car that looked something like a cross between a police car and a wolf. "Engine Soul, set!"

Now the car was building-sized itself. And it talked. "Gangagannnn! Ready to go when you are, partner!"

"Quick!" Gunpei's attention was on Shin now. "Get your Engine partner ready to go!" There was a pause as dream logic started to work. All of the other Go-Ongers in the dream had their Engine partners ready to go, each of them looking like a brightly-colored vehicle crossed with some animal. "Or have you found yours yet? Do you need to use Carrigator in the meantime?" That question seemed to make perfect sense to Gunpei.

"What?!"

Yep. Totally in over his head. Crap! Don't break the dream, don't break it! Uh--

"Haven't found it yet, no! I'm still new to this!" he answered. "What do I have to do?!"

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.

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Oh, sentai shows.

Only the most logical and realistic of scenarios.

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