003; dream
Warnings: Nothing really unless you have a fear of brainwashing. o:
Effects: (optional) A feeling of slight unease growing into nausea and helplessness.
It wasn't right.
It wasn't right at all.
Shibuya wasn't supposed to look like this. Sanae felt blank as he stood in the middle of the Scramble Crossing. Everything looked normal before suddenly, the whole city lost it's color. The only color was that of a certain red pin on every lapel or bag or hairclip or whathaveyou of the people walking through the city. Everything else was grey or white or black. No color at all. Even the sky.
But it would end. It'd have to end. What did he write before? In his reports?
Why does individuality exist?
This is something the Conductor has overlooked. Everything that exists has a purpose. Obsessed with his egoistic "protection" of Shibuya, the Conductor has blinded himself to the facts. With his blind ego funneled into everyone in Shibuya, the city's destruction is not far off.
That was right. The city was going to be destroyed if he let the Conductor have his way.
... But he couldn't do anything.
He found himself back in his studio now, staring down at a blank canvas. His hope was put in that of a proxy. A proxy that he couldn't predict.
It was the last week. Shibuya's fate depended on the proxy.
And if it didn't work...?
[Sanae's eyes opened suddenly and he realized he had fallen asleep on his sketchbook. A smudge from his pencil was on his nose and he rubbed at it as he stared down at the drawing of the Scramble Crossing in his sketchbook. Suddenly the nausea from the dream took over and he stood up, making his way over to the bathroom where he vomited into the toilet. There's sounds of him brushing his teeth and the toilet flushing before he comes back out. He frowned as he noticed the dreamberry before reaching over and turning it off.]
Effects: (optional) A feeling of slight unease growing into nausea and helplessness.
It wasn't right.
It wasn't right at all.
Shibuya wasn't supposed to look like this. Sanae felt blank as he stood in the middle of the Scramble Crossing. Everything looked normal before suddenly, the whole city lost it's color. The only color was that of a certain red pin on every lapel or bag or hairclip or whathaveyou of the people walking through the city. Everything else was grey or white or black. No color at all. Even the sky.
But it would end. It'd have to end. What did he write before? In his reports?
Why does individuality exist?
This is something the Conductor has overlooked. Everything that exists has a purpose. Obsessed with his egoistic "protection" of Shibuya, the Conductor has blinded himself to the facts. With his blind ego funneled into everyone in Shibuya, the city's destruction is not far off.
That was right. The city was going to be destroyed if he let the Conductor have his way.
... But he couldn't do anything.
He found himself back in his studio now, staring down at a blank canvas. His hope was put in that of a proxy. A proxy that he couldn't predict.
It was the last week. Shibuya's fate depended on the proxy.
And if it didn't work...?
[Sanae's eyes opened suddenly and he realized he had fallen asleep on his sketchbook. A smudge from his pencil was on his nose and he rubbed at it as he stared down at the drawing of the Scramble Crossing in his sketchbook. Suddenly the nausea from the dream took over and he stood up, making his way over to the bathroom where he vomited into the toilet. There's sounds of him brushing his teeth and the toilet flushing before he comes back out. He frowned as he noticed the dreamberry before reaching over and turning it off.]