[OOC] Dream
Good to see you, his own voice greeted in his mind, though he was certain he wasn't thinking this to himself.
When he opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything and wasn't sure whether he was surrounded by pitch blackness or experiencing things in limited senses. There was never a reason to feel uncertain before; was that the feeling washing over him now?
A familiar sensation crept through his body as something tried to steal control and manipulate him. Disgusting. Unacceptable. As he fought it off, his voice erupted in mocking laughter and continued, There's no need to act as though you're angry...
"Enough," he replied, managing to keep his composure.
Suddenly there was light so bright even he squinted and shielded his eyes with one hand. And when he looked up, another naked man was in the room.
"I am nothing so grand as that. You may call me Paladin."
When he heard it, he wasn't sure whether the voice was in his head or spoken aloud, but he didn't like that and began slowly walking toward the other man to confront him as the voice continued.
"What's going on?"
"--we're all kinda trapped here so's you're gonna have to deal with it!" another chimed cheerfully.
Before he could confront the other man, it once more became dark, and something stole away his senses. Now he was frustrated and agitated. Again he felt the sensation of something commanding his entire being. It wasn't limited to his physical body and senses--something had access to his thoughts and emotions.
Now it was an invasion of privacy.
He fought its control, hammering at the hatch of a metal pod until it gave way. Then he found himself in a dimly lit room filled with tiered rows of these pods. Monsters... was what he thought before getting up and heading to stairs leading to a chamber beyond the highest tier. Though he didn't like the feeling of being controlled or commanded, there was something drawing him toward this room.
He'd barely blinked when pain suddenly shot through his torso, and he found himself lurching at a wall of glass before sliding to the floor and kneeling. This... was the room, and what he needed was right before him, obstructed by the cold glass, tubes, and metal.
"I was crowned king," Paladin's voice interrupted in a confirming tone.
When he blinked again, he found himself in a plain and functional wooden kitchen complete with a stove and mini-fridge. At this point, he was angry--no, it was more like furious. It didn't matter whether Paladin was at fault, but he decided to pin the blame on him. A king, was he? No, Paladin was nothing beyond a subservient little worm that someone or something had placed on a pedestal.
The time had come to put his inferior little brother in his right place.
When he opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything and wasn't sure whether he was surrounded by pitch blackness or experiencing things in limited senses. There was never a reason to feel uncertain before; was that the feeling washing over him now?
A familiar sensation crept through his body as something tried to steal control and manipulate him. Disgusting. Unacceptable. As he fought it off, his voice erupted in mocking laughter and continued, There's no need to act as though you're angry...
"Enough," he replied, managing to keep his composure.
Suddenly there was light so bright even he squinted and shielded his eyes with one hand. And when he looked up, another naked man was in the room.
"I am nothing so grand as that. You may call me Paladin."
When he heard it, he wasn't sure whether the voice was in his head or spoken aloud, but he didn't like that and began slowly walking toward the other man to confront him as the voice continued.
"What's going on?"
"--we're all kinda trapped here so's you're gonna have to deal with it!" another chimed cheerfully.
Before he could confront the other man, it once more became dark, and something stole away his senses. Now he was frustrated and agitated. Again he felt the sensation of something commanding his entire being. It wasn't limited to his physical body and senses--something had access to his thoughts and emotions.
Now it was an invasion of privacy.
He fought its control, hammering at the hatch of a metal pod until it gave way. Then he found himself in a dimly lit room filled with tiered rows of these pods. Monsters... was what he thought before getting up and heading to stairs leading to a chamber beyond the highest tier. Though he didn't like the feeling of being controlled or commanded, there was something drawing him toward this room.
He'd barely blinked when pain suddenly shot through his torso, and he found himself lurching at a wall of glass before sliding to the floor and kneeling. This... was the room, and what he needed was right before him, obstructed by the cold glass, tubes, and metal.
"I was crowned king," Paladin's voice interrupted in a confirming tone.
When he blinked again, he found himself in a plain and functional wooden kitchen complete with a stove and mini-fridge. At this point, he was angry--no, it was more like furious. It didn't matter whether Paladin was at fault, but he decided to pin the blame on him. A king, was he? No, Paladin was nothing beyond a subservient little worm that someone or something had placed on a pedestal.
The time had come to put his inferior little brother in his right place.