void dream ; open

[crypdick]

WHO: The Outsider & you?
WHERE: A Shared Dream
WHEN: June, whenever
WHAT: The Outsider dreams of the Void, and sometimes people wander in
WARNINGS: Outsider often talks about or alludes to death, murder, violence etc, though he rarely goes into detail



[ You were asleep, and it almost feels like you've woken up again, but something is... strange. You get up, turn around and wherever you were sleeping is open wide to the Void.

Nothingness as far as you can see, except the strange black rock and some sort of species of whale floating in the Void, and the objects and things on the rocks.

The Void draws from the minds of who is there. Some of what is here may be random objects from this world, a hovercar or televison. But some are definitely from somewhere else - there's machines and objects and bits and pieces of architecture from the Outsider's world. Other things you may recognize from home, as the Void draws from your mind. There may even be people you know, from here or home, frozen and unmoving as if in a tableau.

While you look at something, the Outsider appears beside you in a cloud of his telltale black smoke. ]

You've found your way into the Void.

(( OOC: check here for more on how this power works. His vision power is still an option too! If you're cr, he may have pulled you in. If not, people can randomly wander in if they're sleeping the same time he is. If you have dream powers of some kind, feel free to have your character have more control over aspects of the dream, or jam with me about what that might do.))

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[crypdick]

[ Such a tantalizing hint! He has to admit; it's caught his attention. ]

I am the Outsider. And you are?

[bridalrose]

I already said, didn't I? I'm the Rose Bride.

[ There's a hint of playfulness left in that, coupled with a pleasant smile. Then, remembering that propriety rarely hurts a situation, she bows in greeting.

As she bends, it becomes suddenly (maybe horrendously) obvious that she's got the blade of a sword sticking out of her back, as if she's been run through to the hilt of it. It doesn't seem to phase her, however. Her voice is smooth and gentle as she continues. ]

Anthy Himemiya.

[crypdick]

[ It's odd. He only barely understands what she's telling him - without context or understanding it's difficult to pin down what she means, exactly. But something about the way she speaks of her role feels distinctly familliar. ]

Tell me, Anthy, do you feel pinned down to your role?

[bridalrose]

[ When she stands up straight again, there's the faint noise of scraping metal, blade-against-blade. There's now a sword-tip emerging from her abdomen, slowly sliding forward. It's as if they're inside of her, attempting to escape. ]

Well, they're hardly pins, are they?

[ And that's not at all an avoidance of a question, is it?

[crypdick]

[ He makes no attempt to draw them from her, or intervene in any way. But he watches with interest. ]

And yet you begin to resemble a pincushion.

[bridalrose]

That's not terribly accurate. When one puts a needle into a pincushion, there is no thought or emotion behind the act.

[ A Million Swords of Hatred is hardly a handful of pins. If someone's going to bear minor witness to her curse, the least they could do is understand a fraction of its magnitude.

Of course... Perception and understanding of the thing is something she's yet to encounter. ]

I only resemble myself.

Lost this tag, sorry!

[crypdick]

But there is emotion in the world blades?

[ He's not bothered by being corrected, even he would consider it a bit pedantic, as it brings new, curious information. ]

no worries!

[bridalrose]

A Million Swords of Hatred...

[ A bit poetic for something so heinous, but if the shoe fits. At the mention of a number, a few more blades shoot out of her at various angles. It's still far, far less than a million, but it emphasizes that there are still more, somehow and somewhere. ]

My only choice is to revolutionize the world.

[crypdick]

Which is why you wait for the one you will wed. The one who will change everything.

[ A curious fate. ]

[bridalrose]

Mm. [ She nods in acknowledgement. It's close enough to something that's correct, she supposes.

She's still a quiet for a moment, then, before turning her face back to the projector in the distance. There's now a little living area setup beside it, two cream-white couches on either side of a coffee table. The details aren't visible from here, really, but... It's familiar to her. She knows it exactly.

Then, from the sofa facing away from them, a man rises and sits back, arms casually draped over the back of the seat.

The wind whipping Anthy's clothing and hair ceases, and her eyes widen for a fraction of a moment before she suddenly (seemingly) bursting into swords and utterly vanishing, along with her accompanying scenery. ]