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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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If the backdrop weren't so creepy, and Arha had an idea of what one was, she might've thought she'd stumbled into a Disney movie.
So I am aware.
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"How fares your watch?"
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He reaches beneath his seat, pulling up something from under it, placing it on the table.
It was an old woman's head (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/Hama_007.jpg), held within some kind of wooden vice, her mouth stitched shut.
The way her eyes looked at the both of them with anger and hatred, however, showed there was still some life in the creature yet.
One of the King's minions. I caught it within the nightmare of your sister's pupil, Katara.
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I have been studying this creature somewhat since I have caught it. I am aware that Roxanna Schreiber has been attempting to catch another such creature for the same purpose.
It would be a good idea to compare the two samples, for a wider view.
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There is one thing I could use some help with, however.
I have asked young miss Nanoha to fetch Unit XXVI from the possessions lockers for me, but it seems she has become preoccupied with other preparations. Do you think you could retrieve it for me? He will be quite useful in aiding with the preparations.
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A small, floating machine, built within what appeared to be a human skull, floated out from the darkness. It whirred around, curiously darting from one side of the room to the next.
Once it is activated, instruct it to perform Command Z-Sigma-04-Theta. It will perform the tasks necessary of it on its own, after that.
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However, in this case, it shall attempt to set up secondary wards to support those that have already been put in place, as well as bless the weapons of the crew to make them more effective against the daemonic.
It also has several hundred incantations against fear and possession in its records, if you wish to access them.
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