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Who: Martel Yggdrasill and you!
What: Nightmares!
When: Today
Where: In Martel's nightmares
Rating: T to R for death and blood and general horror stuff.

[Martel was asleep in her bed when the toxin came, and she fell from her dreamless state of sleep to something much, much worse.

When you arrive in her dreamscape at first it seems empty, just blackness that seems to never end. It’s cold, and empty, and it’s almost like you’re trapped there, with nothing. Only when you take a step, does the blackness start to resolve into colors and pictures. A nightmare starts to take form, and you can’t escape until it plays out.

What’s your worst fear?]

[ooc: Sections: DEATH | GUILT TIME | SOULLESS/EVIL CRYSTAL DISEASE]

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[It's a horrific sight to take in. Steve feels like he is watching a movie. Nothing he did seem to effect anything. It is in his nature though to always try even when there is seemingly no way to fix things. The second he can, Steve sprints to Martel. He drops to her side, pushing the sword aside, and looking over the wound. His first thought is that she can't be saved with a wound like that, but it's dismissed. He'll find someone who can save her. He has to.]

Hang on, ma'am. [He presses his hand against the wound to slow down the bleeding and hopefully buy her some precious time.] Help! We need some help over here!

T-There is no help... [She gives a laugh, half choked out.] I die, this is how it ends and begins.

[Yes, she's making almost no sense, at least to him. And then, because she has no idea who he is:] M-Martel. I'm Martel... Ma'am makes me seem old.

Martel. I'm Steve. [Steve tries to smile. He is chalking up how little sense she is making to the blood loss.]

Save your strength. Someone is going to hear us and get you fixed up. Everything's going to be okay.

[He looks around before shouting again.]

Steve. [She smiles back at him.]

N-no...You don't understand...this already happened. I failed. And I died. There's n-nothing you can do.

[He is silent. No, he really can't understand this.] How could this have happened already?

This is my death. How I...died. In the real world. The Castle- [She takes a terrible breath, it's getting hard to talk.] It's making me relive it. How I failed.

The Castle... [Steve shakes his head. His eyes are starting to sting. He knows you can't put something like this past the castle. His heart is breaking for her being forced to relive this. Even if the circumstances are unknown anyone can sympathize with this part; being stabbed and dying under a dead tree.]

Can I do anything for you before...? Whatever you need, Martel.

[She shakes her head giving him a soft, pained smile.] It's...It's all right. At least I'm not dying alone. [She reaches up and touches his cheek, a bit of blood on her hand.] Thank you.

[He's trying to smile again with mixed results at best. He doesn't notice the blood. Even if he did, Steve wouldn't care.] That's right. I'll stay with you to the very end. Rest easy.

I will. [She closer her eyes.] Maybe...if this ends...I'll find you back at the Castle.

It'll end. [Steve says a little too earnestly. He doesn't want anyone to suffer senselessly.] And when we meet we'll have drinks on me.

Drinks, that sounds nice... [One last smile, and her hand drops off his cheek, and she stops breathing. Just like that, she's gone.]

[Steve shuts his eyes and it's done. He really hopes they'll have that drink if they ever meet again.]

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