Ryoji Mochizuki (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
the13tharcana) wrote2012-04-04 11:58 am
the13tharcana) wrote2012-04-04 11:58 am
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Adstringendum - Dreamscape Event
When you come into Ryoji's dream world, you find yourself in the middle of a bridge. At first glance, not that much seems to be unusual about it. It's dark, evidently nighttime, and perhaps it's that darkness that keeps your eyes fooled for a moment more. You notice a big, glowing moon on the sky. There's also something weird on the other side, in the distance, but you have no idea what it is. It's really tall, perhaps some kind of weird-shaped tower, but you're positive it's not something you've ever seen before. Hopefully it didn't matter, because the only way to get there would be swimming, and... all of a sudden you're not even sure if that's actually water that's around the bridge. Scratch that - you're not even sure if there's anything there at all, because once you take a look down from it, all you see is darkness. When you try to figure out how long the bridge actually is, you soon notice that you can't see either end. It seems to go on endlessly.
It's strange... The sky and the ground look so weird, and there's no one here...
But isn't that just running away?
>> Dreamscape Log
It's strange... The sky and the ground look so weird, and there's no one here...
Something terrible has happened here, and yet I feel at peace.
You're not sure if something's changed when you weren't paying attention, or whether it's been like this ever since you appeared here only that your eyes needed some time to adjust to the whole darkness around you, but all of a sudden something's very, very wrong. There are evidently coffins around you, standing vertically, yet all seem closed. The whole place feels eerie and unnaturally quiet and you can't shake off the feeling like something's about to creep up your back.
Then you take that step back from one of the boxes and you stumble upon something. The hope that it's just a piece of rubble dies instantly the moment you look down to your feet. All of a sudden you notice dozens - thousands? - of bodies laying on the ground all around you. Some seem familiar, while others not. They're scattered in weird positions, and although their expressions look peaceful, almost as if they were just asleep, you're pretty sure neither of them is breathing. You have no idea if that's blood that's decorating the street in such a red hue, but even if it is, you somehow have a feeling it doesn't belong to either of the corpses.
"Good evening."
You thought you were alone here, but evidently you were wrong. There's a boy standing not that far away from you - was he there all this time? - and you wonder if you've seen him somewhere before. Something about his eyes... and that mole right above his left cheek... No, it couldn't be, could it?
You're not sure if something's changed when you weren't paying attention, or whether it's been like this ever since you appeared here only that your eyes needed some time to adjust to the whole darkness around you, but all of a sudden something's very, very wrong. There are evidently coffins around you, standing vertically, yet all seem closed. The whole place feels eerie and unnaturally quiet and you can't shake off the feeling like something's about to creep up your back.
Then you take that step back from one of the boxes and you stumble upon something. The hope that it's just a piece of rubble dies instantly the moment you look down to your feet. All of a sudden you notice dozens - thousands? - of bodies laying on the ground all around you. Some seem familiar, while others not. They're scattered in weird positions, and although their expressions look peaceful, almost as if they were just asleep, you're pretty sure neither of them is breathing. You have no idea if that's blood that's decorating the street in such a red hue, but even if it is, you somehow have a feeling it doesn't belong to either of the corpses.
"Good evening."
You thought you were alone here, but evidently you were wrong. There's a boy standing not that far away from you - was he there all this time? - and you wonder if you've seen him somewhere before. Something about his eyes... and that mole right above his left cheek... No, it couldn't be, could it?
He didn't want to be here, so he pushed me out instead.
Said it would be easier for me to deal with what this place is.
Claimed that I would have more power over it.
I didn't mind. Some of it might be true.
Said it would be easier for me to deal with what this place is.
Claimed that I would have more power over it.
I didn't mind. Some of it might be true.
The seemingly perfectly composed kid's presence definitely isn't making things feel any less creepy... but perhaps he might have some answers to the questions you're most likely about to ask.
But isn't that just running away?