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dreamcrystals2021-09-11 11:30 pm
chippedsoul) wrote in dreamcrystals2021-09-11 11:30 pm
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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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( wishful thinking, right?
extremely wishful, considering the cupboard he just opened as revealed a alarming amount of bugs all at once?? as some of the moths fly right in his face, he's sort of batting them away not really sure if he should be catching them or shooing them at first with an: ) Ah...!
( eventually though he seems to catch on enough to try and clamp down gently on the ones that latched onto his shirt. once kazuma has that jar ready, ren's got a few tenants on hand! )
Wait, into this one?
( now that was interesting. )
Have you... talked to this Storyteller or something?
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They sent a final message to those who made it into this world. It was mention in the message that the Story Eater likely came here. [He comes over, jar in hand to take those moths off his hands.]
I'm assuming these insects are imbued with the dreams powering this world.
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So maybe it's developed a taste for dreams now instead...
( seems plausible? maybe? or maybe he's just grasping at straws to try and make sense of the things that go on in this place.
just like he's grasping at moths, and trying to place them inside of the jar. oop, have a beetle(?) too, while he's at it.
once he's stacked several inside, ren bends down slightly to give them a closer look, from behind the glass, adjusting his spectacles. )
What if we try putting them next to one of these crystal things?
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[So for now...they have some time until some it gives some indication of it's presence.
Colorful insects now in the jar, he checks the appliances, looking for a crystal that isn't cracked. He'll put the jar next to the crystal attached to the oven and it starts to glow faintly.]
...Well, it's a reaction, but it's probably too weak to fully power it.
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( tidbits of information to tuck away for later, perhaps.
if even the tapirs weren't aware, maybe there were other ways he could make an attempt to parse the situation amongst the local species. if they'd noticed anything out of the ordinary, maybe...
meanwhile, as the jar draws in close to the oven's crystal... ren's eyes do widen in surprise, even though he had been hoping for this reaction. )
Imbued with dreams... ( he repeats kazuma's earlier assumption. ) I wonder if the reaction is small because the subjects are small, too.
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But, at least this tells us these things are still functional. The ones with cracked crystals though, I'm not sure if we can replace those.
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( ren seems to be in agreement about that.
how nice would be though, to have a functioning kitchen...? )
I wonder if there some kind of mine around here. Or maybe in the mountains.
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[He grabs hold of one of the crystals, making an attempt to pull it out and failing.] There has to be a crystal in here we can take. That way we can get someone to properly examine it.
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( no ren... that is probably not at all what he meant. )
Maybe if I hang into this thing, you'll be able to get a better grip on it.
( he's already getting into position to get a good hold on the appliance of kazuma's choosing, readying to dig his heels in.
this is a bad idea. )
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And fortunately (or unfortunately), Kazuma comes up with bad ideas all the time, thinking they're very good ones. He'll go ahead and see if there's a crystal that looks kind of loose. He could care less if it's cracked or not at this point.]
This one. [He'll go ahead and take hold of a crystal attached what appeared to be a portable grill of sorts. It's like pulling a loose tooth, pain.] Come on...! [One hand, two hands. Another moment later, there's a loud clatter as Kazuma pulls so hard he falls backwards, disturbing the dust and creating a dust cloud in the kitchen.]
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It seemed better than tape.
( which, is true, right? ... he shrugs. it wasn't any deeper than that, apparently.
once their prey has been picked, ren gets into position on the other side of the grill, pulling in the opposite direction. he's straining as he does it, clearly putting his back into it, until— ! )
Wah...!
( he stumbled forward a few steps once the counter-weight that was kazuma asogi had flown off into the dust of yesteryear. )
Uh... ( he coughs, fanning some of the cloud away as it sailed through the air. ) Are you okay, Kazuma?
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I'm all right. I think I got it. [He did indeed get something, the crystal cracked into small pieces after being pulled out.]
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ren approaches just enough to be able to see that they've at least... dislodged parts of it? hey, it's a win and he'll take it as one. )
It's something, at least.
( lookin' on the bright side, over here... )
Maybe someone might have a better idea of what to do with it. I can think of one person in particular that might be interested, actually... A cross between magic and tech, yeah, I think it might be right up her alley.
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"Right up her alley".
Now that he thinks about it...didn't she mention knowing a Ren?] Is it Futaba Sakura?
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( there's clearly some surprise evident on ren's part.
futaba wasn't exactly the "get out and meet people"-type, though she had certainly made great strides since last summer. )
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