Dream a Dream
Characters: Allen Walker and YOU
When: During the Dreamscape event
Where: Inside Allen's dreams.
Rating: Subject to change.
Summary: Within the mind of Allen Walker many things lie in wait for those that explore it.
The snow that falls on the checkered field is gray as ash and cold as the grave. It settles on your shoulders as you trudge ahead towards the distant sounds of metal clashing and soldiers with their voices raised in battle cries. You crest the hill over looking a battlefield to find the soldiers are made of stone - white and black. They could be people but to all they are just faceless, with the merest suggestion of who they are. Led by their kings the two armies collide in the center of the field. Some of the pieces fall in the first charge, cracking under the feet of those behind them as they race forward with standards raised high and weapons at the ready.
The Black King is a good natured clown that falls to the White King’s wide blade but before he can claim the crown of the fallen monarch, the gun barrel of a bishop steals it away. He sets the crown upon his head and another takes his place as a bishop, a long haired warrior whose black wings look quite like blades. The new king is more than mere suggestion, as if the dreamer can’t bear to obscure the details of the lion of a man with his long hair and half mask.
The White King regards him with scorn, becoming a smiling fat man with the self same blade and eyes narrowed. The battle renews with a greater ferocity than was ever witnessed before. The kings move through the field, beacons of clarity in a world of vague suggestions until your eye catches a warrior moving through the black ranks like a whisper, perhaps a dream of another sort. In the right light he seems like a clown, when you look at him again he seems more like a knight. Unlike the rest of the stone warriors on the field he is gray like the snow falling down.
He smiles at you when he notices you’ve spotted him and puts a finger to his lips. Hush, he says softly, everything will be alright. You wonder if he’s saying this to convince you or himself. There’s a sickening crack and all stills as the black king falls to the ground. His gun spins out away from him and whatever struck him is suspiciously missing. The gray figure stares in horror, frozen to the spot as the black crown tumbles from the king’s fingers before they crumble to dust.
No one moves now, they all stand still waiting for the next king to take their place to renew the conflict.
Dreamscape info here
When: During the Dreamscape event
Where: Inside Allen's dreams.
Rating: Subject to change.
Summary: Within the mind of Allen Walker many things lie in wait for those that explore it.
The snow that falls on the checkered field is gray as ash and cold as the grave. It settles on your shoulders as you trudge ahead towards the distant sounds of metal clashing and soldiers with their voices raised in battle cries. You crest the hill over looking a battlefield to find the soldiers are made of stone - white and black. They could be people but to all they are just faceless, with the merest suggestion of who they are. Led by their kings the two armies collide in the center of the field. Some of the pieces fall in the first charge, cracking under the feet of those behind them as they race forward with standards raised high and weapons at the ready.
The Black King is a good natured clown that falls to the White King’s wide blade but before he can claim the crown of the fallen monarch, the gun barrel of a bishop steals it away. He sets the crown upon his head and another takes his place as a bishop, a long haired warrior whose black wings look quite like blades. The new king is more than mere suggestion, as if the dreamer can’t bear to obscure the details of the lion of a man with his long hair and half mask.
The White King regards him with scorn, becoming a smiling fat man with the self same blade and eyes narrowed. The battle renews with a greater ferocity than was ever witnessed before. The kings move through the field, beacons of clarity in a world of vague suggestions until your eye catches a warrior moving through the black ranks like a whisper, perhaps a dream of another sort. In the right light he seems like a clown, when you look at him again he seems more like a knight. Unlike the rest of the stone warriors on the field he is gray like the snow falling down.
He smiles at you when he notices you’ve spotted him and puts a finger to his lips. Hush, he says softly, everything will be alright. You wonder if he’s saying this to convince you or himself. There’s a sickening crack and all stills as the black king falls to the ground. His gun spins out away from him and whatever struck him is suspiciously missing. The gray figure stares in horror, frozen to the spot as the black crown tumbles from the king’s fingers before they crumble to dust.
No one moves now, they all stand still waiting for the next king to take their place to renew the conflict.
Dreamscape info here