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trans_92010-01-15 01:25 am
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One man's mosoleum is another man's home
Tonight, once again, the dreamscape of the meatship has been altered.
However, this time, the dream was the same, no matter the dreamer, and was neither good nor bad, but simply odd.
Only a portion of the crew would have this dream, some of them intentionally, others whose mind simply happened to drift upon it in the dreamscape.
Regardless, it starts out the same for each dreamer:
The dreamer finds themselves standing on some rocky, barren world.
The "air" (for lack of a better word) is thick, so thick that the dreamer is positive it should be impossible to survive in this kind of environment. Regardless, they continue to breathe just fine, as if on Earth. The atmosphere is hazy, distorting all color.
Despite the fact that it is impossible to see more than thirty feet ahead of them, the dreamer feels compelled to move in one single direction.
After wandering for what seems to be hours, the dreamer comes across a massive fortress, alone in this desolate place. It rises thousands of feet into the air, standing imposingly, as though there were something to protect out in this dead place. It is covered in symbols of twin-headed eagles, winged skulls and stylized I's, but most noticeable is the symbol of the open book, through which a sword has pierced.
A door opens at the base of the fortress walls. It seems like more of an airlock, really, but regardless, the dreamer once again feels compelled to enter.
Once they do, they find themselves in a room, completely pitch black, save for a single light shining down from what one would assume is the ceiling. The door through which the dreamer entered is no longer visible.
Before the dreamer, in the small lighted portion of the room, is a table. On the table is a rather inviting pot of tea, with cups.
At one end of the table sat the massive, robed figure of the Seer. He seemed to be drinking something notably more substantial than the tea. The word "amasec" comes to the dreamer's mind, but they aren't sure how they know it.
At the other end of the table is an empty seat.
"Please, my child," The Seer says, motioning to the other seat. "Do join me."
[ooc: This is just Seer's way of checking up on the crew. Once again, posting isn't mandatory, but if you want your pup to meet/interact with Seer, feel free!]
However, this time, the dream was the same, no matter the dreamer, and was neither good nor bad, but simply odd.
Only a portion of the crew would have this dream, some of them intentionally, others whose mind simply happened to drift upon it in the dreamscape.
Regardless, it starts out the same for each dreamer:
The dreamer finds themselves standing on some rocky, barren world.
The "air" (for lack of a better word) is thick, so thick that the dreamer is positive it should be impossible to survive in this kind of environment. Regardless, they continue to breathe just fine, as if on Earth. The atmosphere is hazy, distorting all color.
Despite the fact that it is impossible to see more than thirty feet ahead of them, the dreamer feels compelled to move in one single direction.
After wandering for what seems to be hours, the dreamer comes across a massive fortress, alone in this desolate place. It rises thousands of feet into the air, standing imposingly, as though there were something to protect out in this dead place. It is covered in symbols of twin-headed eagles, winged skulls and stylized I's, but most noticeable is the symbol of the open book, through which a sword has pierced.
A door opens at the base of the fortress walls. It seems like more of an airlock, really, but regardless, the dreamer once again feels compelled to enter.
Once they do, they find themselves in a room, completely pitch black, save for a single light shining down from what one would assume is the ceiling. The door through which the dreamer entered is no longer visible.
Before the dreamer, in the small lighted portion of the room, is a table. On the table is a rather inviting pot of tea, with cups.
At one end of the table sat the massive, robed figure of the Seer. He seemed to be drinking something notably more substantial than the tea. The word "amasec" comes to the dreamer's mind, but they aren't sure how they know it.
At the other end of the table is an empty seat.
"Please, my child," The Seer says, motioning to the other seat. "Do join me."
[ooc: This is just Seer's way of checking up on the crew. Once again, posting isn't mandatory, but if you want your pup to meet/interact with Seer, feel free!]
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Shadow has had stranger dreams, but this took the cake. He'd probably seen this one around the ship a few times, but paid no mind to it.
"I take it there's a reason for all this?" He said, taking a seat as asked.
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It's a joke. Really.
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"Heh, very funny..." Shadow said. He could tell it was a joke, he was just running with his Oh-So-Serious side. "...alright, I bite: something up?"
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"...Nanoha warned us. Some of us are getting ready." Shadow said, simply. "If you want my honest opinion, though, we're not ready."
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And why, pray tell, do you feel as such?
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Shadow leans on the table, linking his fingers together as he continues. "The humans are thinking too small. They're not showing it, but they're hedging all their bets on that Magical Department."
"They're stupid if they're doing that. If this thing is supposed to be attacking us as a whole, then we should be working together... even if some people should be launched out of an airlock by now..."
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And what are your opinions on how to rectify this matter?
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"For starters? How about the humans stop treating the rest of us as invalids! Stop thinking small!" Shadow snapped. "That's the problem right there - they don't want to work with the rest of us. They know we're all capable of great things, but at the same time, they want to do things their way!"
This was probably a mixture of Shadow's hatred over humans and that still smarting rejection earlier, but in a way, he had a point. It was probably why he had more faith towards Sonic or Alessa than the rest.
"We're gonna die if they don't stop acting so stupid!"
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It is, after all, fear of the unknown that tends to be the strongest in most minds.
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Shadow snorted. "Well, then, it's going to be that fear that's going to ruin them all in the end."
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Perhaps someone ought to try and rectify that.
HINT HINT