Is Your Love Strong Enough? Part 5 - The Land of Dreams

[meatbabies]

The dreamworld. The personal world that touches both the person's inner soul and memories of times gone past. the strange, the bizarre, the cruel, the comedy, it has a range of colors and emotions. Usually, very personal. Even the mind doesn't remember all of them

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Lash and Zetta

[things_go_boom]

Lash's dreams oh god

[things_go_boom]

Lash's dreams were a strange thing to behold. Most of it seemed to be memories of old, rebuild from what she knew. The voices sounded almost robotic when she couldn't remember exactly how they sounded like. Sometimes the pictures fazed in and out like transmission was having problems

[things_go_boom]

"I do not have an emotional problem!" she protested again, rubbing the place on her arm where the needles had penetrated. Everything had been done in a flash, and while the pain had been sharp for the first seconds, it was over quickly. She as more angry about not being told than anything else, really. "It's just everyone else that's dumb and I'm not afraid to show it and-" She stopped to see the robot dron test the mark he gave her, but moving an ultraviolet light around. She could see the nation's symbol, her name and a barcode with some numbers. "Hey! Neato

[i_am_the_bafo]

Seeing all this only made Zetta angry.

For all that demons were evil, malign, wicked, and terrible, they did not give up or send away their children. You raised your children! You molded them in your image! You taught them what was right and wrong, and how to do the latter as often as possible!

The more Zetta thought about it, the more a bright hot anger boiled up inside him -- or what little 'inside' he had left, anyway.

There were no words and no answers. Just anger that he couldn't even let out.

Marco and Sakura

[livestoannoy]

Night One

[haruno]

Sakura had the strangest urge to stretch and yawn, if it was all mental. Marco was in control -- if tired -- and she was somewhat interested in feeling what she could that indicated as much. She wondered briefly at the ethics to being on alert while he rested... but it wouldn't solve anything without having him take the kind of endurance drugs she did, time to time.

He also didn't have the tolerance she had.

Mulling over these quietly, more curious emotion than coherent thought, she didn't even notice as exhaustion of a different sort drew her into rest and reflection. It was so much easier, if he tried calming down first. Sakura had no eyes to blink, no way to stop herself from sliding backward through consciousness other than sheer stubborn willpower.

She was asleep before she was aware it had even happened.

Re: Night One

[livestoannoy]

Unfortunately for Sakura, this wasn't going to be a restful sleep. It took a while for Marco to fall asleep - trying to doze off with Sakura thinking loudly at him all the time was hard - but eventually he drifted off, and soon slipped into a dream.

Or, like most of Marco's dreams, a nightmare.

This one wasn't new. But ever since Eva had been jailed, he'd been having it more often, and more vividly. He stood on the pier of the Yeerk pool, all around them a jumble mess of battle and Dracon beams, while his mother crawled towards the small, insignificant slug.

"Die" she screamed, tears streaming down her face as she was blinded to everything else around her. Rachel was bleeding, the big fighter that Ax was piloting hovering near them, and Marco was trying to pull his mother to safety. But she wouldn't budge...she was too focused on the slug. "DIE!Marco tried to stomp on her, like he had the last time, but it didn't seem to be working - no matter what he did the Visser wouldn't die. In fact the slug was growing bigger - mutating and

[haruno]

Disorientation. Sakura hadn't expected to find herself on a battleground, let alone one in such abundant, nonsensical chaos. Her immediate reaction was to find some better place to stand, get her bearings. She didn't have the time for that, hearing something she recognized in this din. A voice she hadn't been expecting.

Her head whips around and she sees someone crawling -- something growing -- Marco -- "Eva?" Just a word, lost as she has to move and ends up moving toward them, confused and feeling adrenaline heighten her senses (what were these things, what was this place, things shooting, don't get hit, when did this happen, where is she) and she turns one word into a shout: "Marco!" with her eyes locked in on Eva, and that thing, amidst everything else that made no damn sense!

Einhart and Fate

[hegemonstratos]

Re: Einhart and Fate

[hegemonstratos]

Einhart's dreams were mostly the same every night. Or rather, memories. Most of the time her dreams were memories of her ancestor, Claus Ingvalt. Usually it would start with Olive and Claus' first meeting, when she had been sent to Shutra, and the days thereafter when they had gotten pretty close. Doing almost everything together, especially training in their Kaiser Arts together

Jamie and Victoria

[sonicscreamer]

Jamie's dreams

[bonnypiperlad]

There's no color in Jamie's dreams tonight. Everything's firmly black and white, grainy about the edges with the occasional black thread running through them, like the 'floaters' you see when you close your eyes sometimes

[sonicscreamer]

Victoria's mind is free to roam when Jamie sleeps, but soon enough, she begins to see his dream, as if it was being projected from an old TV screen. She wants to scream at him to move as the man sneaks up on him, but no voice comes out. She can only watch, like a strange ghost, her connection not strong enough to bring her into lucid dreaming.

This does explain a few things about how him and Doctor ended up where she was, and leave it to Jamie to open a box without knowing what was inside. It is a rather strange curiosity of hers watching all of this, even if she wants to cover her eyes to give Jamie his privacy. She just. Can't. Not only because she can't move her arms, but because she wants to watch. See how the events unfolded from his side. It's rather amazing to see how both him and the Doctor ended up in her life. What would have changed if they had not?

[bonnypiperlad]

As the sap comes crashing down on Jamie's head, the dream (or the memory) skips again - although to a point where now Jamie is back in the same room, in the middle of a argument with the Doctor

Hit Girl and Ruffnut (1/2)

[hit_girl_mindy]

There was little in the world, especially on the ship, that Mindy Macready, that Hit Girl, feared. The Ohm were not a nightmare to her: they were an enemy, and she obliterated her enemies, kept her eye on the prize. It was as simple as that. It was, much of the time, how Mindy was able to keep her personas so separate: it was so much more than Hit Girl cursed and Mindy didn't.It was more that Mindy could be personable, she could give more of herself to people on the ship. When she was Hit Girl, play was limited, almost non existent. The advice to have fun fell on deaf ears. If she wanted fun, she could be Mindy. The work of fighting, the threat of the thing in the depths of space she had yet to explore remained, and no matter what anyone told her, that was something you had to fight

Re: Hit Girl and Ruffnut (2/2)

[hit_girl_mindy]

The last few days though, she was beginning to notice something that even she couldn't ignore: the dreams came back, altered. It had seemed all right when dad had finally been shown to be alive, she thought they would never come back. But now the thugs were all there: the torture happened, and she crept into the building, waiting to get the drop on those fucking thugs. She knew they wanted to make an example, so she was there to make an example of THEM. They would know exactly what the fuck they were dealing with

Re: Hit Girl and Ruffnut (2/2)

[ruffntumblenut]

And though she never knew it as the scene played out, Mindy was not alone

Re: Hit Girl and Ruffnut (2/2)

[hit_girl_mindy]

Oh it worked, and not too soon too: Mindy was jerking back and forth like she was having convulsions, and when she felt the contact of her hand at her face, and then the bite her eyes jerked open, the girl breathing hard. It was...it was her body!

Thank fucking God!

Not that this thought gave her any peace. She jerked herself out of bed, oversized shirt and all, and was good and outside before she vomited onto the pavement, heaving badly. She ignored the blood from her hand and the shiny bruise that would become a black eye for the moment: she was just glad it was over.

"Fucking dream," she managed to say, though she sounded nothing like the sure girl she usually was. She was still pale and shaking.