dream ∴ o4 [ citypass dream 2/2 ]
Zoro stood shakily on his tired legs. He was dripping blood all over; down his arms, his chest, his face... everywhere. His dull eyes scanned his surroundings which look blurred and unfocused, both to him and the viewers of the dream. Slowly, he took a step forward even if he had no idea where he was going, and dragged his katana behind him as they made a scrapping sound. There was nothing in front of him, just a vague blurry scenery of nothingness.
"If you are going on a trip..."
Zoro stopped immediately, his eyes fixed on the ground. It was as if his body had gone into shock. The eeriely calm and soothing voice projected itself loud and clear.
"...where would you like to go?"
Where there originally was nothingness, there was now blackness. A huge wall stood in Zoro's path, reaching up into the sky as far as his eyes could see. It was completely black except for a large paw-print symbol printed on it in white. He wasn't scared, but his body wouldn't move. His hands released his two katana and they clattered to the floor as if in defeat. They were useless here...
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*his eyes open, but vaguely remembers any of the details from the dream. he groans in pain and loud thump is heard, which is his hand that's gripping at his chest -- his recent wounds are reacting to the memory of both his near-death experience and the dream itself*
*barely audible* Damn wounds still haven't healed...
"If you are going on a trip..."
Zoro stopped immediately, his eyes fixed on the ground. It was as if his body had gone into shock. The eeriely calm and soothing voice projected itself loud and clear.
"...where would you like to go?"
Where there originally was nothingness, there was now blackness. A huge wall stood in Zoro's path, reaching up into the sky as far as his eyes could see. It was completely black except for a large paw-print symbol printed on it in white. He wasn't scared, but his body wouldn't move. His hands released his two katana and they clattered to the floor as if in defeat. They were useless here...
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*his eyes open, but vaguely remembers any of the details from the dream. he groans in pain and loud thump is heard, which is his hand that's gripping at his chest -- his recent wounds are reacting to the memory of both his near-death experience and the dream itself*
*barely audible* Damn wounds still haven't healed...