OOC: Dream
Osaka's dream started out as a hundred others had before it: with a splash of brilliant rainbow color, exploding and twirling about like a firestorm of blazing Catherine wheels, both blinding and hypnotizing at the same time. Eventually, however, the rainbows fizzled and dyed into sparking, varicolored embers that hung in the air like dust, and Osaka became aware that she was standing in a field of flowers with rabbits swarming about it like mad things.
The field was made up of sunflowers mostly, with a few other different species here and there--the most conspicuous of which being a type of poppy that was the obvious source of a thin grey haze--the name of which Osaka couldn't quite put her finger on. And really, Osaka wasn't about to bother trying, distracted as she was by a giant, warped clock in the center of the sky (the hands of which were bent and crooked, but nevertheless perpetually stuck at twelve) and a floating cat, which was less of a cat, and more of a feline surf-board painted yellow with thin eyes that were ever scouring the ground. For a mouse, perhaps. Or his daughter. Osaka didn't think it really mattered, because everything was fair in love, war, and dreams--and this had to be a dream, and if it wasn't, it was reality. Or war. Though this reality was good for being reality. Or a pseudo-reality. Or war. Whichever. Though Osaka knew she couldn't fight, so it probably was better for her that it wasn't war. She supposed this place could, theoretically, be love made manifest, as her brain was feeling nicely fuzzy, kind of like a TV gone static or a shower drumming on nothing in particular. But no.
A voice within Osaka then told her was twelve AM--or, in her reckoning of time: 00:00:00. But then again, the sun was out, and it wasn't dark or anything; it was quite bright, actually. So Osaka figured she must be in Alaska. That would also account for how everything looked out of proportion in one way or another, except herself, of course. The entire dreamscape looked like something out of a funhouse, really, considering everything insisted on being bent and distorted like one of the painting's Picasso did on one of his off days.
Osaka started to walk, keeping an eye on the great, yellow cat flying in circles in the sky. Each criss-cross scissor step she took made the flowers cough up more pollen, adding to the evanescent film in the air and Osaka's misplaced bubbly happiness. She never really went much of anywhere in her walk, because she was unknowingly making a perfectly symmetrical circle out of the whole venture.
Treadmilling about as she was (as in moving and going laughably nowhere) she still managed to collided into a figure much smaller than she was--a small girl with red hair and pigtails. The act nearly bowled the both of them over. As it were, Osaka merely flailed her limbs to keep from toppling over, while the other girl squeaked, flailed in turn... and fell onto her back and lay still.
(One of the rabbits poked its head up above a stubborn looking sunflower, nibbling on one of the poppies and grinning like a drunk.)
"O-ha!" Osaka said (to the girl, not the rabbit) after she had regained balance, thinking it best to introduce herself. The red haired girl spread-eagled on the ground didn't respond, though her pigtails twitched in a most enticing fashion.
After a good fifteen minutes of staring passed, Osaka began to wonder if the girl was dead. And if she was dead, if that meant she could have the girl's pigtails.
She waited for another ten minutes.
The pigtails twitched again, and Osaka was finally overwhelmed by the desire to pull the twitching things out of the girl's skull, regardless of whether the girl was dead, asleep, or just comatose. So she did just that.
Now that she had two flailing pieces of bundled hair in her hands, she quickly stuck them onto her head. They flapped in protest. That was good. Except... Osaka was now sure the girl on the ground was dead, which was just a tad horrifying. Unless, of course, the little girl was a robot and the pigtails were batteries. Then it was okay. All was fair in love, war, and dreams, anyway. And her head said it was okay. It was really fuzzy and happy now. Like she was floating. Wait, she was. The pigtails had airlifted her a foot off the ground, where she hovered like a ghost. Osaka herself was quite content to let the pigtails take her across pollen and rabbit-infested landscape in silence (wasn't she supposed to be allergic?), until she was shocked into stunned alertness when the yellow cat-like figure materialized in front of her. His expression was stern, eyes slanted and cross-eyed. He was fast turning a blackish-red--just like the color the sky was becoming.
Then, he spoke: "I AM FEELING VERY RED TODAY!"
"Why, mister?" she asked, vaguely aware that her pigtails were carrying her backwards. Fast. It was like she was in a certain car again, speeding down main street as the tires ran over the elderly in a mess of bodies, mud, blood, and water. Except she was one of the elderly (the rabbits were the rest), and the cat was driving the car. The driver also had a pair of laser-eyes in his possession; and he used them immediately, without hesitation on his target.
Osaka yelped and veered to the left as a the first red laser beam razed the ground, leaving a long, scouring line and dead rabbits in its wake. Yelling, she turned about and raced back to the girl's body--an idea that wasn't her own. Another explosion rocketed behind her, setting the poppy flowers afire (the sunflowers remained stubbornly untouched by the flames). Ash and thick smoke filled the air and mingled with the haze, smelling more sweet than something so toxic had any right to. The sky was now riddled with long, black cracks.
The sky was falling. Rabbits were screaming and prophesying doom.
As soon as Osaka came within feet of the still body of the young girl, her feet suddenly (abruptly) touched ground, startling Osaka. She swayed and staggered, trying to regain balance as the cat-father-surfboard-thing continued to break the world's fragile scape. Osaka could barely walk, already reduced to wheezing now that she had tried to run away from the lasers that screeched past her and killed more rabbits. Tiny lungs took in the sweet-smelling, polluted air, her body moving in a dazed fashion, starting, stopping, and lurching ever forward like a car denying the fact it was just about to kill over, explode, and die. The pigtails sensed this, and decided it was probably best to abandon ship and head for the hills, tearing off the sides of her head on their own accord and fleeing into the black void that was beginning to fill her dreamworld.
Tired as she was, Osaka didn't stop, not knowing quite where she was going or what she was doing, or much of anything really. She supposed that if this was her death, it was pretty good as far as deaths went, though she would prefer to have the air sucked out of her by an amoeba going light speed through space, but she would take what she--
Wait. This was war. Considering everything was ablaze. And the rabbits. That explained the rabbits. Therefore, everything was fair, so...
There were rabbits. So that begged the question: where were the--
Osaka broke into a two step run, pitching forward as she tripped over her own feet.
--...rabbit holes.