Kazuma Asogi (
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001 - Dream Recording
Sender: Kazuma Asogi
To: Everyone
Subject: Dream recording
CW: Blood, Dead Bodies, Drowning
The dream starts in darkness, cold and quiet. The muffled sound of something like the swing of a sword cuts through the silence, and someone screaming. Laughter, unsettling gleeful laughter.
It gets warm, a fire in color, appearing and spreading. The screams of people get louder. There are flashes of grayed out people laying on the ground, faces obscured like a staticky television. The laughter still echoes, getting louder. Then a voice speaks up. It sounded like Kazuma, and yet not. There was an edge to it, deeper and wild.
You can't run. You can't hide.
A flash, a clawed hand rising up to strike at something, or someone. The people laying on the ground now visibly show claw wounds. The blood is in color, red.
My time may be up, but I've always been a part of you. Never forget that.
The laying people flash before him again, but now they're in color, their faces no longer obscured as they flash by with the same shocked expressions.
The dream will abruptly end soon after, left with a feeling that someone just broke the surface of water.
[Unbeknownst to Kazuma, he isn't aware about his nightmare having been recorded, currently more rattled by it as he wakes from sleep in a cold sweat.]
To: Everyone
Subject: Dream recording
CW: Blood, Dead Bodies, Drowning
The dream starts in darkness, cold and quiet. The muffled sound of something like the swing of a sword cuts through the silence, and someone screaming. Laughter, unsettling gleeful laughter.
It gets warm, a fire in color, appearing and spreading. The screams of people get louder. There are flashes of grayed out people laying on the ground, faces obscured like a staticky television. The laughter still echoes, getting louder. Then a voice speaks up. It sounded like Kazuma, and yet not. There was an edge to it, deeper and wild.
You can't run. You can't hide.
A flash, a clawed hand rising up to strike at something, or someone. The people laying on the ground now visibly show claw wounds. The blood is in color, red.
My time may be up, but I've always been a part of you. Never forget that.
The laying people flash before him again, but now they're in color, their faces no longer obscured as they flash by with the same shocked expressions.
The dream will abruptly end soon after, left with a feeling that someone just broke the surface of water.
[Unbeknownst to Kazuma, he isn't aware about his nightmare having been recorded, currently more rattled by it as he wakes from sleep in a cold sweat.]
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...Are you okay?
[ It's a simple question that almost anyone might ask after seeing something like that. ]
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Is there a reason why I wouldn't be? [He knows the answer, he just doesn't want to get into, all that.]
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[ Nier's just trying to confirm some facts because this is the first time he's seen someone's nightmare out in the open like that. ]
I'm a little worried about you, but if you don't want to talk about it that's okay.
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So this place willingly broadcast dreams with or without our permission then. How troublesome. [He's much more angry then the text is conveying right now.]
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Sender: T'Challa
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I'm more unnerved that it was shared. [Dumb tapirs.]
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Let this be a warning, I suppose.
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Kazuma..?
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...Well, he suppose it was inevitable.] I'm sorry you had to see that.
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Is some kind of nightmare?
Have we met?
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We did, in another world.
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but at least heās become familiar with the concept.. )
A rough one, looks like.
Whatās your name?
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Kazuma Asogi
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Text -> Action
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sorry for the delay here, rough work/life balance for a bit there ;;
No worries!
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Sender: Dojima
He'd known about Naomi. She'd told him when he'd come to check on her after her Book scene, and found the bruises on her chest. But Roxas and Ren? Was Shizuo due to how the book ended...?
And even saying he 'knew' about Naomi didn't make that any easier. His mind flashed back to how, on that foggy day, he'd rushed to the scene and saw Chisa--
He shook his head. Taking a deep breath, Dojima opened his journal up, sent the kid a private message. ]
Kazuma, you up?
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Yes. [He's not getting any sleep for awhile after that.]
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[ Probably wouldn't be able to sleep after something like that... ]
Can we talk?
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Sender: NoƩ
I'm sorry, but I have seen your nightmare.
I didn't mean to, it was just there.
Are you alright?
You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but...did it really happen?
Or was it just a product of your imagination?
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When you ask like that, saying nothing would basically confirm it's validity.
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Does it?
I'd just assume you don't want to talk about it.
Which is fair, I think.
Are you okay, though?
You didn't answer that question.
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what if I just break the rules because he's visiting
But more importantly-- he can only imagine the pain that Kazuma must be in, having had such nightmares.
Given approximately 15 minutes, Naruhodo is going to heat up some tea and come knocking on his neighbor's treehouse door.]
that's illegal
So he doesn't go to the door when Ryunosuke knocks, remaining seated in his bed, squeezing the journal in his hand. What was this feeling? It felt cold, numbing, his mind being held elsewhere. It's not like him to freeze like this. There was no obstacle he couldn't eventually overcome, but this feeling was powerful enough to trap his mind from moving forward.]
guess it's off to rp jail for me
It's a little late for yelling, and not particularly appropriate, besides. So he will try this another way first; leaving him a message.]
Kazuma, open the door.
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