of dreams of dying;

[srslynotguy]

[ For as far as the human eyes could see, there is nothing but bleakness, death, and formless bodies working tirelessly at cracking open the barren earth. Moans and cries, the sound of metal digging into the earth, and the wind blowing hollowly, fills the air. But even so, there's a certain kind of peace hanging in the air, rendering all those

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[srslynotguy]

[ Flynn has been running around in the place, confused and lost in his own dreams. But feeling as if he was waiting for the inevitable. It's naturally a surprise for him when he spots Euphemia. ]

Euphie...!?

[srslynotguy]

[ Flynn stops and looks around. He looks slightly pale. Of course, that's to be expected.

This is his nightmare, after all. ]

It's... it's a dream.

[ He answers quietly, as if ashamed by the admission. ]

[blastiafreak]

[The landscape is terrifyingly familiar to Rita, who feels ill as soon as she recognizes it. Why is she back here, of all places? There's something else unsettling, too--something about the way people are moving, or something in the air; either way, she has a suspicion about not just where but when this is.

She turns cautiously, dreading what she might find--and is momentarily confused. Why is Flynn here? They were in different areas on...that day.]

Hey! You aren't--don't tell me you're being controlled again! What the hell's going on?

[srslynotguy]

[ But this Flynn is different. A memory, or a vessel. Waiting for the real one. It turns to Rita with empty eyes. ]

Shouldn't you be digging?

[blastiafreak]

[And that confirms her fears. The only consolation is that she's not getting caught off-guard this time, and she's determined to stop Flynn--this possessed shell of him--before he can infect her, too. She picks up a shovel for a weapon and glowers at him.]

I-I was about to get back to it. [Hoping he turns around again.]

[srslynotguy]

[ Flynn does turn around, looking at the distance. As if waiting for something. ]

Do that.

[make_it_bloom]

[ Just.

Staring.

She's already really fragile after events in Rita's nightmare. And now ...?

Estelle isn't sure what to expect. Not that she's actually thinking about it. ]

[srslynotguy]

[ And if she stays long enough, she'll see how the black thing kills Flynn. :| ]

[make_it_bloom]

[ welp. what's a little more trauma?

she's staying and watching. though she's really, really confused. ]

[srslynotguy]

[ Estelle can watch Yuri and Flynn's thread below B) ]

[notflynn]

[He knows this scenery all to well, this place, those damn creatures and what they did to Flynn. He feels a heaviness descend around him, create a choking pressure in his chest. He doesn't want to be here. He needs to find a way out of this dream as soon as possible.

But suddenly he's surrounded by black, and he knows exactly what it is. The pained screams are all too clear in his memory, but they soon become reality as that very pain buries itself in his bone and body. Mouth open with nothing but silence, he doubles over, falls to his knees.

The black dissipates, and he's breathing too shallowly, a brief gasp of wanting to end it sooner.

What's most powerful is the idea that Flynn endured this sort of thing, perhaps worse because Yuri's still alive, nowhere near death.]

[srslynotguy]

[ Yuri should see Flynn's crumpled form in the distance, the Imperial knight's armor and blond hair easy to spot in the drab surroundings. Unlike Yuri, or Flynn's for that matter, memory of the time though... Tyr is there, watching over him.

Something is glowing on Tyr's right hand, a dark and malevolent light. Even Tyr's eyes look a shade of blood red. ]

The Soul Eater.

[ There's movement on Flynn's part. He's still alive... ]

[notflynn]

[He knows this curse. This is a memory, a dream- it's not real, it's not really happening. But still when he sees Flynn and Tyr in that all-too-familiar position, he stumbles to his feet, stumbles forward (sword abandoned, dirt clinging to his clothing and skin) and not caring about the screaming ache in his muscles, that residual feeling of being torn about.

He just knows he has to get to Flynn as soon as possible. He has to- and soon he's close enough to reach for Flynn's hand, fingers brushing the other's as he's crawling pathetically across the ground, breath still not quite caught up with him]

[srslynotguy]

[ Flynn turns his head slowly to him, as if acknowledging his presence. The blond knight is smiling, almost in relief, but he doesn't say anything.

Tyr kneels down on the ground and with Yuri being where he was, they were right across each other. Flynn's body is between them. ]

The Soul Eater is supposed to eat the souls of its victims.

[ Tyr places a hand on Flynn's blood soaked-chest, and the light on his right hand seems to grow tenfold. Black and red, deep as knight and blood itself. And Flynn's body begins to seemingly burn from an invisible fire as it literally disintegrates in front of Yuri, sucked into Tyr's hand... even as Flynn is taking his last, labored breathes. ]