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So Make A Wish On Heaven

Who: Participants of the Dream Plot!
Where: In your dreams!
When: Anytime your character is asleep on April 17th!
Summary: As promised, this is a catch-all log where people can post a character's dream as a top-level comment and allow other holders of our Mysterious Feathers™ to come visit them! Remember that the content of your dream is entirely up to your discretion, but we ask that you only have one, and to please also warn for content as needed!
Rating: PG, and please warn for threads that may go higher!
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[Under the light of the full moon, the Mysterious Feathers™ begin to glow.

In the hours that follow after they sprawl out to sleep, those who had the good fortune (or at least the insatiable curiosity) to pick up one of those feathers earlier in the week will come to discover that something very strange is happening across the regions of Johto and Kanto. There's a saying about what happens when you let your mind wander; this time, though, it's a little more than just one's mind that's going wandering, as dream after dream stretches out before you like a horizon just begging to be chased.

Don't worry about getting lost, dreamers; as real and vivid as they may seem, your surroundings are really only visions and illusions, and in the end the failsafe way to escape from them is to simply wake up. If and when you do, you might feel perfectly well-rested or as on-edge as if you'd just jolted awake from a nightmare; like the dreams themselves, there's really no telling how the experience will play out for you, being different and unique to everyone.

But for now, you've got the whole night ahead of you, filled with places to go and people to see. Might as well make the most of it while it lasts...]

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It was Ponyville.

No question about it, as Twilight stepped out of the door of the library, she knew with a certainty that she was back in her home. But she remembered everything... in fact she was still human! How was that possible?

Unless... maybe she was in some alternate Equestria where everyone was human? What a bizarre thought. Still, she wouldn't know until she went looking.

A few minutes in to her excursion she was already disturbed. She hadn't seen a single other pony... or otherwise. It was like she'd returned to a ghost town. What was going on here?

She started to pick up speed, running through the town streets as she desperately searched for someone. Anyone.

It had taken about three seconds from the time Ilya saw the car for her to clamber her way into it with unholy glee in her eyes.

Now she was driving around what she was pretty sure was a facsimile of Fuyuki City in a car shaped like her Servant's head, despite the fact that for several reasons she shouldn't be able to drive. And the thing she was driving around in probably shouldn't exist.

She didn't care in the slightest. She was having a wonderful time.

Alone in the all too familiar city of Valhalla stood Lightning. This was an all too familiar dream and memory. She looks down at her armor, shiny and silver, the train of feathers on her left hip still pure white as driven snow. There was the feeling of her powers here as well. Strange, she never had access to her powers in her dreams like this.

She looks around before deciding to jump off the building to land in the sand below. This was different. It didn't feel like a normal dream. It felt like she really was here, and it scared her. Why would she be back? Valhalla fell, the remains of the Goddesses Temple in the mortal world.

Lightning doesn't like this. She feels grateful for the fact that she had her Gunblade, Overture, to call on in case there was an attack. Maybe Caius was somehow behind this....

[ooc: forgot to mention that the subject of death will come up, as well as potential blood and injuries to those who enter this dream. proceed with caution]

Edited 2015-04-17 23:44 (UTC)

You're at what... seems as though it should have been a stage at one point, in a grand theater.

And it's a full house. But you can find a seat somewhere, I'm sure.

The show's about to start, after all. For those who can recognize her, there's Red in a shimmering golden dress stepping up to the mic with a practiced ease. She looks out onto her strange audience and takes a deep breath...

And starts to sing.

Oh no! This is awful! She hadn't dreamed of the TV world in a while since she'd come to Johto! And it looked exactly like Marukyu Striptease... At least her Shadow wasn't present.

She's in the middle of the stage in the heart of the dungeon, a giant strip pole behind her. Curious, she summons her Persona, Kouzeon, to determine if there was other people or Shadows here. Kouzeon picks up nothing. This was nerve wracking. Letting her Persona retreat, Rise sighs and makes the decision to try and get out of here alone.

"What's going on here? Is this a nightmare?"

He remembered this place vividly. Vividly enough that it was hard to tell it wasn't reality. For a long few minutes which stretched into what seemed like hours, he stood atop the castle wall, looking out to a vast green field under a gray and overcast sky. Yes, he knew this place. Knew the wind that carried the scent of distant bloodshed, knew the faint chill of impending rain and the feeling of solid gray stone underfoot.

A bright red spear leaning against his shoulder, Lancer looked down to his hands to realize he looked different himself. What made him fully realize this must have been a dream wasn't the understanding that this was impossible--it wasn't even the Houndoom that came to stand by his side, but a small silver object held in his right hand.

Right. This entire place was something from a long time ago, back when Cu Chulainn was still a stupid child. This castle and the field in which it stood were long since lost to the real world, as was the woman that inhabited it.

"...What a pain." Shaking his head, the visibly teenage knight set down his lance and pocketed the earring, sitting on the edge of the wall and resting a hand on his hellhound companion's head. "But I guess it ain't all that bad, right? Kinda...nostalgic."

Edited 2015-04-17 19:42 (UTC)

It’s hot. It’s hot and nearly unpleasantly so, but just on that border’s edge between comfortable and miserable. The most immediately noticeable thing about the surroundings might be the blood red sky, or bubbling lava just over the edge of the hill that reaches all the way to what appear to be volcanoes in the distance. There’s an extra sun, and one of them is a lot closer than it should be. Walking further shows a run down park just beyond the lava sea, one that looks very unstable and not at all fit for children to be playing on. It looks recently used regardless, as broken as it is.

This stretches on for some time before Jimmy can be found sitting in the front yard of a house nestled between two others that looks, well, incredibly out of place, considering. He doesn’t seem to notice as he is preoccupied with something wiggling in his lap, jumping up to lick at his face with sharp barks. Jimmy seems to be holding a tennis ball in one hand just out of reach, laughing, “You want the ball? You want the ball, Cerbee?”

The sky overhead is vibrantly blue in a way that almost doesn’t seem real, and though the surroundings are sharp in their clarity, something about this place seems unusually ethereal all the same. You find yourself in what looks like a desolate clearing, and it might be if it weren’t for the massive sakura blossom trees flanking the edges. What seems to be a gentle breeze constantly sends a dusting of petals down to the ground, swirling them about seemingly of their own accord as they dance along the edges of the tree trunks.

Near the center of the clearing stands Nagi, staring ahead at nothing as the petals continue to fall around him. He doesn’t seem to be going anywhere, nor does it look like he plans on it anytime soon. An Abra sits perched quietly on his shoulder, claws gripping to keep hold with his tail winding around Nagi’s neck as he silently looks around, for once keeping still and quiet. Something about the place seems very peaceful and…sad at the same time.

There is a massive library here that features shelves of books that reach all the way up to the ceiling. Everywhere you look there are books, as well as couches and chairs to sit and read in. Either side of the room has a winding, spiral staircase that reaches up to a second floor, just so you don’t have to use a ladder to get to the books at the very top of the shelves. Kaneki sits at the third step from the top on one of the staircases, surrounded in piles of books in stacks and strewn about the floor around him. While it looks like he’s already nearly gone through a quarter of the books in the library, he seems particularly invested in the book he has in his hands.

He's also wearing the eyepatch that he first arrived in once again, and every now and then he'll reach up a hand to brush his bangs from his eyes, his fingertips idly passing over it before he returns to the book once again.

(ooc: warning for death and superpowered serial killers. some mentions of gruesome injury. threads will likely discuss each in more detail. will not aim to be too graphic though! general rating PG13 probably.)

It starts out normal. It starts out with running down the stairs and laughing at her dad because he's being silly about something, it doesn't really matter what, just that they're all laughing and they're happy when they're sitting down for breakfast.

There's sunshine outside and Molly's dad winks at her when she remarks on that, and her mom smoothes her hands down his shoulders with a fond look even though she tells him something teasing in response.

Then suddenly it changes. Just like that.

Her dad doesn't even have time to scream when he's frozen in place, but her mom does, a high pitched shrill sound that still manages to sound far away, and then there's a clatter of knives and keys and anything sharp when things move suddenly and through the air and then she's not screaming anymore --

She's dead, and her dad's dead, he has to be because half his head is cut off, but they still tell her to run, and she turns for the door but he's there, a tall man whose eyes you can't see and whose grin you can see too much of and he moves, he tries to grab her ...

She knows she's screaming, she has to be screaming, but she can't hear anything when she tries to run and she can't move, either, can't do anything, and the Boogeyman says into her mind, nobody can hear you and let's see what you can do.

"Please don't hurt me", she whispers frantically, over and over again. She keeps turning around and he keeps standing right in front of her and she knows he'll kill her if she stays but she still can't move.

Edited 2015-04-17 20:40 (UTC)

He isn't sure what he was expecting, but this certainly isn't it. How long has it been since he's dreamed of his old bar? The Devil's Nest sits empty, but it's not the sort of empty that indicates a tragedy happened here. Instead, it's the quiet sort of empty that came after he closed up shop for the night after the regulars had all gone home.

Greed sits down on his old couch, kicking up his heels on the table.

"Just like old times," he says quietly, sounding faintly amused. They had been simpler times. Back when he could actually trust Kimbley, back when everyone was still alive. Before his life was over before his eyes, and way before he found himself in Johto, grateful once more to be alive.

"What do you think, Martel? Not a bad place, is it? Your namesake loved it here." He turns to the purring Meowth, smirking as she curls up beside him, apparently content with the bar.

Lightning had been wandering for a while. She had ignored most of the dreams as she walked. This reminded her too much of seeing the different timelines in her world. Most of the dreams seemed nice enough. Others were pure nightmares. She didn't want to save anyone tonight, seeing as these are only dreams, nothing substantial that could kill you... just cause you to be terrified even when awake.

It's when she walks past a certain dream that she hears a familiar voice. A voice of a scared child. Molly Walker.

She breaks her vow of not saving anyone and rushes to defend the little girl. If Molly pays attention, she can see a knight who looks all too familiar, clad in armor, a wicked looking blade in hand. Lightning slashes at the man in front of Molly. All she wants to do is kill him to protect her.

Lightning doesn't even check to see if the succeeded, spinning and kneeling down in front of Molly, pulling her close and placing a protective hand on her little head. "I'll protect you."

Molly stares in shock, unable to take her eyes off the Boogeyman at first who barely reacts to the blood now staining his jacket and shirt. The grin is still there for now even though he remains still, staring at Molly, and Molly's shaking even as she's pulled towards Lightning.

She doesn't even recognise her at first. The armor is in the way. But when she speaks Molly, for the first time, looks at her face and then the Boogeyman is gone from behind them.

Her eyes are wide and she takes a step back, not wanting Lightning here.

"You can't kill the Boogeyman", she says in a low tone that's tight but still incredibly convinced.

It's dark in the house. She's not sure when that happened, but it's dark now, like the lights went out.

It's the 11th Ward. Banjou knows that from a single glance at both sides of the street he's found himself standing it. Ever since Aogiri took over, the Ward had become unsafe for ghouls and humans alike, but the street is strangely deserted at the moment.

"Hello?" he calls. He's probably dreaming, though he doesn't often dream about the Ward as a place that isn't fraught with danger.

It's silly, because he's dreaming, but he can't help himself. Even if it is a dream, he feels faintly paranoid about this. He shouldn't be out here alone; this is a dangerous part of town. And if someone else is out here too, well, he'll have to steer them out of the Ward.

You can never be too careful, right?

She can understand why the girl is hesitant. Lightning appeared out of nowhere. There is still so much fear in this place that it's palpable. It was unpleasant to say the least, but Lightning refused to leave. She stands and looks at her surroundings. Darkness. No problem.

"Even if I can't kill him, I can at least defend you until you wake up again. Stay behind me."

With a flick of her wrist, her blade becomes a gun. She experimentally shots at several places in the house. She's waiting for something to happen. She can tell something will happen. Just not when. "Those are just warning shots. Next time I'll shoot to kill."

Until you wake up again.

Molly lets out a small wail and the whole house shifts, the walls creak and the windows crack and something even darker moves around them outside, like a shadow.

There's a deep, hissing voice surrounding them that says, You won't wake up, and even though the man Molly calls the Boogeyman isn't there, she lets out a short, startled scream and takes another step back.

Away from Lightning, who says she'll kill something, but what if she dies instead?

Lightning is certainly startled by the house shifting. She narrows her eyes at the shadow, but doesn't dare to shoot out the windows. If it wanted in, she's certain it'll find another way.

"Show yourself!" she calls out, looking around to see where the attack may come from. She makes sure to be aware of where Molly was even if she backed away from her. She doesn't want to, but she might have to use some of her magic to keep the girl safe.

"Only cowards scare little girls like this!"

Kaneki finds himself somewhere that decidedly is not the library very suddenly, and the scent of blood hits him like a punch to the stomach. It prompts him to bring a hand to his face to cover his nose and mouth, his head throbbing. It shouldn’t make sense- he shouldn’t be feeling like this, as familiar as it is, his hands shaking as his eyes dart and he tries to make sense of what’s going on. But all of that suddenly falls to the wayside when he sees Molly standing there, staring up in terror at a man bearing down on her, trying to grab her...

Without thinking he lurches forward, trying to put himself between her and the stranger. It’s reckless and he knows it, but he can protect her, he knows he can. If nothing else, he could provide some sort of distraction, some other target to give Molly a chance to get out of the way. That’s all he thinks about as he takes her by the shoulders, half turned so he can keep his eye on the man in the doorway. It’s a dream- a nightmare- yet all the same he feels the urge to try and do what he can to get her out of harm’s way.

“Molly-san, stay behind me!”

Molly's eyes widen when Kaneki throws herself between her and the Boogeyman, and without thinking about it she's grabbing at him too, twisting in his arms to grab at them and so she can still see the face of the man who killed her parents.

He comes at them, and she turns and tugs urgently at Kaneki's arms and shirt and screams desperately at him, "You have to go! He'll kill you!"

Because he will, he really will, because he killed her parents and he's going to kill her too and if Kaneki's trying to protect her then maybe he'll wind up pinned to a wall bleeding everywhere too and she doesn't want him to die.

I can see you.

It's deep and dark voice and it echoes a little bit and it makes the skin crawl, and Molly's trembling and fidgeting as she looks around them. There's blood on the floor from where Lightning struck the man who was standing there, and it keeps spreading outwards, and her parents are still bleeding too, and then the ceiling's gone.

The ceiling's gone and there are eyes staring down at them where the sky should be.

First one pair, then several. Angry, big, off-colored eyes, and when Molly sees them she comes closer to Lightning again as if to hide even though it'll be pointless.

"Please Lightning", she says with tears in her voice, urgently, pleading. "You can't do anything."

((Warning for possible mentions of gruesome injury and blood. Details will be kept PG13.))

The moment Veronica opened her eyes, something seemed off.

She was... on an operating table, her arms and legs strapped in, of course. Stainless steel, from the looks of it. Organized chaos, would be the word for it. Many kinds of medical equipment that Veronica would never understand lined the walls and corners. Cabinets filled with jars of organs and other such things floating inside them. Drawers of scalpels and needles. It was unnerving, of course, but it was also familiar.

"Wh-What..." It was home. It was the Madaraki estate, and it was empty.

She was... dreaming. Right? She didn't dream, not usually. But there could be no other explanation, right? This couldn't possibly be...

"H-hello...?" She called, cautiously, uneasy. Her voice echoed off the clean white walls. "....Fran? Adorea?" She struggled against the restraints. "Dammit...!"

Edited (html and title orz) 2015-04-17 22:17 (UTC)

If there was one thing this warrior goddess hated it was being surrounded by an enemy who was too cocky for their own good. Another was being told what she could and couldn't do, even is it was by a child.

"We can't run. I'l have to fight." She looks down at Molly and nods. "Go find somewhere to hide. Or even to take cover under. I don't want you to get hit."

She takes some steps away from Molly. Time to get rough. Lightning flexes her wrist, giving the eyes a smirk as she shot at each one before using her other hand to summon forth a wall of fire. If it wanted a fight, she would fight without holding back.

With a low whistle and the metallic sound of armor pieces moving against each other, a notably younger Lancer wandered his way into the bar, followed by a Houndoom.

"Nice place." he said in what seemed like all sincerity. "...Hey, you think drinking has any kinda effect in a dream?"

Priorities.

It's a converted warehouse that greets people as they step into the dream. The stages are set, and there's silence for a few minutes until music starts up. There's no one there, until suddenly, in a flash, a shiny Greninja and an armored figure appear on the stage to the left. They dance along for a few moments...

... and then a set of green backup dancers appears. They dance along, with the armored figure and his Greninja doing flips in the air until they land and the song ends.

They look at the stage on the right, and the next song starts up. There's no one again for a few moments before another armored figure appears and more backup dancers appear with him, red this time. Their song goes for a while, and then finishes.

Finally, blue backup dancers appear along with several other figures, and they keep dancing to another song, until finally the music ends and with a flash of light all of the figures disappear aside from the first armored figure and his Greninja.

"... I think that went pretty well, Yuudai. What do you think?" The Greninja nods, looking pleased underneath his tongue scarf.

There's another monster, it has to be a monster, but he's standing between Molly and the Boogeyman. Feathers are sprouting from his skin and his feet are talons and his arms are wings, but he's still standing tall, still human, glaring with hawk eyes and a sharp beak for a mouth but he's still talking.

"Don't touch her!" The monster's speech is sharp and urgent, a warning from a predator to a foe. He doesn't lunge at the Boogeyman, but his stance suggests that he might if it tries to touch her again. "Molly, stay back."

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So Make A Wish On Heaven

Twilight Sparkle | MLP: FiM

Ilyasviel von Einzbern | Fate/Stay Night

Lightning Farron | Final Fantasy XIII

Red / Transistor (spoilers)

Rise Kujikawa | Persona 4

Lancer | Fate/hollow ataraxia

Jimmy Two-Shoes | Jimmy Two-Shoes

Nagi Naoe | Weiss Kreuz

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Molly Walker | Heroes

Greed | Fullmetal Alchemist

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Kazuichi Banjou | Tokyo Ghoul

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Veronica Madaraki | Franken Fran

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Micchy Kureshima | Kamen Rider Gaim

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