(open dreamshare log) (muffled twilight zone playing in the distance)

[hackitude]

WHO: EVERYBOOOODYYYY (yeaaah) (rock your booodyyy) (yeaaah)
WHERE: DREAMSPACE
WHEN: The night of November 1st (slightly forward-dated to give people more time to play out threads mmk)
WHAT: DREAM SHENANIGANS (event info here!)
WARNINGS: None up here, but players please tag the subject lines of your dreams if they have NSFW or triggering content in them.

It's Saturday evening. What are you dreaming about, imPorts?

Some of you might find strangers intruding on your regular dreams. Others might find themselves suddenly in the dream of someone they've never met before. Or perhaps someone they're close to...? Either way. Seems like you're in for a bumpy night.

Comments

[fistofthejoestar]

Don't. [the reply is sharp and instinctual when he sees Killua move towards the other man, followed almost immediately by a softer:] Please.

[the ax feels heavier than it should in his hand, but Jonathan isn't sure if that's another trick of the dream or just the weight of the moment pressing down on him.]

He won't stop us.

[won't stop Killua, but that isn't a detail that needs to be shared.]

[gonstop]

[He hesitates at that, looking back at JoJo in confusion. But he looks very serious. Dio... He said that name earlier, when--]

Who is this guy? [A glance back to Dio here, his own presence growing more serious.]

Is he the reason I almost killed you? [Fingers curl into fists at his side. Won't stop us? Then why bring it up! He's not stupid enough to be lied to like this, and he's not the kind of guy to just walk away!]

[fistofthejoestar]

It's very likely.

[although he couldn't explain why - but then, this was a dream. there were no rules here.

Jonathan's expression is just as serious, but there's immeasurable sadness behind his eyes. even in a place where it perhaps means nothing, he can't bear to have anyone else pulled into this conflict. there was nothing but tragedy on the other end of it.]

Dio is my brother. The problems between the two of us are a family matter.

[gonstop]

...I have to deal with that too.

[Slowly, he lets his fingers relax at his sides, stepping back towards JoJo.] Family issues, I mean. But Gon still helped me out. Because we were friends!

[Reaching out to take JoJo's hand, he tugs him towards the opposite side of the roof of Dio. If he doesn't want Killua to fight him, he can respect that. Family issues can be like that. But there was no way he was going to just leave him here. He had to make sure--] We're friends, aren't we?! If he won't stop us, then let's go!

[fistofthejoestar]

[...Jonathan doesn't say anything immediately. he can't trust himself to, not with how Killua's words resonate in him. it's exactly the sort of belief that's kept him pushing forward his whole life, that the strength of his friends was always behind him.

but it would be selfish to allow more deaths and injuries to pile up simply because of that. the thought hangs heavy above him as he follows Killua's insistent pulling.]

The ivy should extend all the way up here.

[gonstop]

I can just jump.

[He says that so seriously, despite them being on the roof of a mansion. He gives another insistent tug towards the edge, though. If Jonathan needs to use the vines, he should get on them now!]

Come on, the building is still on fire! Let's get going!

[fistofthejoestar]

You go first.

[he says this with the solidity of tone which makes it perfectly clear that he isn't going to budge on this. whatever happens, Jonathan needs to make sure that he's going to be safe before everything else.]

[gonstop]

...Fine.

[He has to trust him, right? With one last glance back at Dio, he walks to the edge of the building and steps off just like that. About one floor before the ground, he leans to kick off the side, flipping and landing on his feet.

From there, it's a quick heel spin to look up towards Jonathan. Nothing else surrounding him matters right now. It's a vague, foggy blur, anyway.]

[fistofthejoestar]

[as Killua leaps off the building, Dio finally stands. Jonathan can see him out of the corner of his eye, sauntering to wait expectantly at the doorway back into the mansion. they both know what has to be done.

he bows to Killua on the ground, reaching back to memories of Tonpetty to find the proper gesture for externalizing his regret. the sorrow is back in his voice when he speaks, but so is that determination. he's committed to this course and isn't going to sway from it.]

We are friends, and that's why I can't allow you to remain here. I've been selfish enough already - I don't want anyone else getting hurt because of my weakness.

Please forgive me. Stay safe.

[and with that he turns on his heel and begins the slow, inexorable walk back to the waiting Dio. this time they won't fight - they're meant to go down with the manor, together.]

[gonstop]

What--?!

[He couldn't possibly be that stupid. Panic fills his chest as Killua takes a step closer towards the manor, intent on climbing right back up. But flames burst through the sides of the walls, enveloping the vines and the rest of the mansion in a sudden rush.]

JoJo!! JoJo!!!

[Screaming up at him, Killua can't stop the mansion from going up in flames. He can't make out any more figures on top of the building, or even the building itself. He can feel something dark grabbing at him from behind, telling him to run, and at the last moment, he gives in, and everything goes black.

Dream over... For him, at least.]

[fistofthejoestar]

[the dream doesn't last much longer for Jonathan, either. as he draws even with him Dio claps him on the back, and the two of them link arms the way they used to in the years they were pretending to be friends.

but there's no pretension here. the two of them walk through the door together, truly content to be in each other's company. as soon as they enter the flames spring forward eagerly, consuming them with an almost human hunger.

Jonathan barely feels the pain as his world folds up around him. he's used to burning alive by now.]