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Entry tags:
- !plot: at the mountains of madness,
- aang,
- aeneas,
- arha masaari,
- billy cranston,
- blin,
- dean winchester,
- erwin fischer,
- fletcher tringham,
- gauron,
- hellion,
- inara serra,
- jaime reyes,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kang,
- katara,
- kaylee frye,
- kelly-087,
- leon s. kennedy,
- loren,
- luis sera,
- lyle norg,
- malcolm reynolds,
- plays-in-traffic,
- rhiow,
- russel tringham,
- scarlet witch,
- sensor,
- sir sparhawk,
- sokka,
- spaurh,
- spider-man,
- stature,
- steve burnside,
- surge,
- zelda and sheik
Sweet Dreams Are Made of These
Nighttime.
Or, at least, what passed for nighttime on the meatship.
A time when most of the crew was already fast asleep, dreaming away pleasantly throughout the night.
...Or, perhaps not. For you see, tonight, something particularly strange is happening.
Now it is not all that unusual for someone to have a nightmare, especially not on the ship.
Yet tonight, no one will sleep easily, for the Nightmare King deems it so.
Everyone's dreams will have a tinge of horror to them. Nothing so out of the ordinary to rouse one's suspicions, but at the same time, no one is left out.
Pleasant nightmares, meatship.
[ooc: And thus begins the start of the Nightmare King's spree of insanity. He's starting out subtle, of course. The nightmares won't be anything more than your run of the mill bad dream, but he is giving them to everyone. Posting in isn't mandatory, but if you want to have fun with your character's nightmare, go right ahead.]
Or, at least, what passed for nighttime on the meatship.
A time when most of the crew was already fast asleep, dreaming away pleasantly throughout the night.
...Or, perhaps not. For you see, tonight, something particularly strange is happening.
Now it is not all that unusual for someone to have a nightmare, especially not on the ship.
Yet tonight, no one will sleep easily, for the Nightmare King deems it so.
Everyone's dreams will have a tinge of horror to them. Nothing so out of the ordinary to rouse one's suspicions, but at the same time, no one is left out.
Pleasant nightmares, meatship.
[ooc: And thus begins the start of the Nightmare King's spree of insanity. He's starting out subtle, of course. The nightmares won't be anything more than your run of the mill bad dream, but he is giving them to everyone. Posting in isn't mandatory, but if you want to have fun with your character's nightmare, go right ahead.]
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If he goes crazy, if he has to be put down, they don't have to do it, they don't have to deal with that.
"But I'll fight too, to--to not have that happen."
He goes on, "Still, if I die, I don't know what will happen. I don't know if that means the Avatar Spirit will die with me, if it means it'll just float around somewhere. When our world gets restored though--" Not if. When. He's Aang. "--I might find my way back. Which means I'll need someone to help find me."
Wiping at his eyes, he smiles a small, still-hopeful smile, "Maybe, if--if that happens, I'll even be born into the Southern Water Tribe with you guys."
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"I'll take care of Katara if anything happens. Don't worry about her, okay? She's got me, right? Not that she always appreciates it." He grumbles quietly. Damn kung-fu sex ninjas and their creepy cult and taking his sister away to do weird training.
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Aang smiles that little wry, sideways smile of his, the one that creeps up quitewhen the two Water Tribe siblings bicker or talk about each other or act...siblingey at each other.
Then there's a cry off in the distance--another dream, another person suffering from their nightmares, and Aang looks off into the distance. His smile fades and he looks back to Sokka.
"I have to go now. Someone else needs help."
He looks like he doesn't want to.
That would be because he doesn't want to.
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Sokka takes another step forward and hugs Aang again hugging the younger (not so much younger now, really) boy again, clinging to that orange and saffron robe as if it might be the last time he ever sees Aang. Which, to be honest, it might be.
"Is--" He stops, forcing back more emotion. He can't say it. But he has to.
"Is there anything...anything you want me to tell Katara for you. If...if..." He can't finish the 'if,' more tears starting to stream down his face. This wasn't fair. They'd won. They'd beaten the Fire Lord and gone back to balance and they were friends with Zuko and everything was supposed to be fine now.
But instead they were interdimensional refugees fighting for their lives in a war that dwarfed anything they'd ever known.
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Tears squeeze out of Aang's eyes as he hugs Sokka back just as tightly.
"And now I told you how much I care about you, too. If I don't get to talk to Toph, tell her the same. Tell her--tell her she helped make me strong. Strong enough to do all this. Just like knowing you and Katara made me strong, too."
There's yelling again. He can't wait any longer.
He's the Avatar. He helps people.
Aang finally peels away, yanks his glider out of the snow bank he'd stuck it in and the flaps flare open.
"And Sokka?"
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"Yeah?"
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A pause.
"But I'm glad...I'm glad that it meant I got to know you guys."
With that, he's gone, because if he stays, he'll start crying all over again, and he has to push that aside and do what he has to do.