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notpissedoff April 14 2011, 19:26:03 UTC
[Rain wakes with a jolt, adrenaline coursing through him, breathing hard, but he quickly calms himself and sighs. Just another dream. Ilyigan... hasn't he seen that name in the journals? It's a reassuring thought - the dream wasn't his own.

Still, it wasn't completely unfamiliar. He thinks he knows what it feels like to run away, and he thinks he knows what it feels like to stand and fight. It wasn't an entirely bad dream, just... unsettling. And with the adrenaline still in his system, he finds himself quite unable to lie still, and slips quietly out of bed. He'll walk around the darkened hallways of the spa for a little while, until he can relax and hopefully get some more sleep.

He also thinks he needs to make sure that he doesn't ever get on this Ilyigan person's bad side.]

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coughcoughshank April 15 2011, 09:26:09 UTC
[Running... no. That wasn't what he should be doing. Running from a fight was dishonorable. But he couldn't seem to turn around - someone else's dream, then. Again. The whispered name was familiar, a bold lazy hand on the journal.

Turn, and fight - that was more like it, now. The adrenaline rush of an effortless defeat. Souji awakes with a small start, still feeling the traces of that euphoria.]

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4/14 burntorangesky April 16 2011, 22:07:03 UTC
[Fred wakes with a gasp, her heartsbeat thudding in her ears. What a brutal way to kill someone... vicious, almost cruel.

That aside... Ilyigan. A name she didn't recognize... and the running had been... desperate. That was wrong, she felt; even when running for your very life, running should always be a good thing. It made your hearts (or heart, depending on species) beat faster, sent your blood humming in your veins. It made you feel alive.

Whoever this was, they had it all wrong.

Fred rolls over and goes back to sleep.]

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esoteric_rose April 17 2011, 08:12:57 UTC
[She awakes to feeling her heart's every beat in her chest, smirking.

Hopelessness turned to victory. That feeling of power, of being successful and not having to doubt, the way the enemy was turned to scarlet flowers and ashes so elegantly...yes. That was a dream she welcomed.

Ilyigan. Wasn't that the name of one of the new arrivals, the one who had questioned about fighting? She had half a mind to ask him if he would be willing to fight her, so that she could see his power outside of dreams. Making a mental note to do so the next time she saw his writing, she let herself drift back to sleep, still with a contented smile.]

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desertshadows April 19 2011, 05:08:39 UTC
[Eagle jerks awake, reaching for his dagger. It takes a while to register that no one's attacking him, and he puts his head in his hands, waiting for himself to calm down before lying down again. The details aren't quite right- he doesn't think of fog- but the feeling of needing to run is familiar.

He's not so sure about the end, either, and it takes a while to get back to sleep.]

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