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[ino]

Who; Ino & you
What; Nightmares.
Where; In ur dreams ;)
When; Anytime between October 5-8
Rating; Generally PG-13, may progress to R depending on which route you take



[Nightmares are never fun, no matter where you go. But things take a bit of a turn for the worse when you've jumped into the mind of a ninja. A ninja that can look into other people's heads, to be exact.

So which path will you pick?]


HIDAN | KAKUZU | BAD END | ALONE | SOMETHING ELSE?

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HIDAN

[ino]

[Here, you've found yourself running, and running quickly. Faster than you've ever ran in your life. And that's because you know that someone you love is in danger. The problem is, you don't know if you're going to be able to get there in time to save them. But the screams and psychotic laughter off in the distance is a pretty good clue that you are too late.]

THIS WAS THE MOST DIFFICULT DECISION SOB

[hvic]

[ Rosalie closes the distances quickly, running towards the screams -- not away -- not if it's Alice, or Carlisle, or Esme. She is nowhere close to Jasper or Edward in speed, but she is still faster than most. Her speed surprises her, then she stops, suddenly. A statue, lifeless, emotionless. She doesn't dream. Eighty years she had gone without sleeping, but this...this wasn't real enough to not be a dream.

She crouches, then sprints towards the screams once more, quickly closing the distance. ]

heheh <33

[ino]

[It's a good thing she's realized it's a dream, because the scene before her when she arrives is surprisingly realistic.

On one hand, there's Hidan, and he's within his circle, scythe rammed through his stomach as he cackles to himself. On the other, there's Carlisle, with a massive, gaping, bleeding wound in the same spot. Carlisle falls to his knees, coughing up more blood. Never mind the fact that he shouldn't be able to bleed at all -- it's clear in this dream that he's in trouble if he doesn't get help, and fast]

B)

[hvic]

Carlisle!

[ She wants to move towards him, but her anger is directed towards Hidan. The pain and sorrow she felt was real -- what the hell was going in with this, anyway? -- and she snarls. Her golden eyes narrow. ]

What is happening here? [ She looks at Carlisle, at his side immediately, holding him gently. He had been alive for centuries; this punk over here --- holding his scythe like some Grim Reaper wannabe -- couldn't kill him. Shouldn't be able to. ]

KAKUZU

[ino]

[This may not be the usual enemy you face -- hell, you may have never faced an enemy at all before -- but you know for certain that you are bound and determined to get revenge for the death of your loved one. Whoever it was. Unfortunately, your enemy is just too strong -- you feel weak and exhausted, like you've been fighting for hours on end and the attacks just keep coming. A man with body parts stitched in strange and gruesome ways allows a strange, black and slithery substance to crawl out of the splits in his body, and form into gruesome and horrible hands. And one of them is coming right for you.

You should probably run now.]

BAD END

[ino]

[Maybe you're a fighter and maybe you're not, but the fact is that most of the people you know probably are, and most of them went off to fight against a terrifying enemy that promised to bring death and destruction to your homeland. And they most certainly have, if the bodies strewn across the open fields have anything to say with it. Some are long dead, others aren't quite there yet, but it feels a lot like you failed to save any of them.]

[cyan_maid]

[Oh God.

Oh, God.

This is...this is too much. A field silent save for the moans of the dying, and Jane was far too weak to help anyone. There's no way some patching up will help those who still hang on, and there was no way she could have stopped the devastation, even if she had fought. Even if she could fight. How useless.]

Guh-

[She falls to her knees and vomits into the grass.]

[ino]

[Somewhere amidst the bodies, there is one that is still alive -- though just barely, if all the blood splattered all over her and the massive wound in her side is any indication. The vomiting catches her attention, and she'll croak out:]

... Jane?

[cyan_maid]

[She hears you as she pauses to catch her breath, and her head shoots up.]

H-Hello...? [Rising on wobbly legs, she looks for the source of the sound.] Who's...where are you?!

[workaphilic]

[It's completely nonsensical, disjointed and unrealistic, but the dream swallows him whole and he can't seem to notice or care.

His impassive, objective shell has shattered. It's all ragged, raw emotion now; mostly anger, but there are threads underneath it, loss and grief and failure so acute it makes him ill.

(Everything for nothing.)]

There you are, you've had your noble stand. For what? For this?

[He's shouting at nothing, twisting in place, nearly feral in his movements. It hardly matters now whether he keeps his sanity or lets it fray around the edges. He laughs, a painful sound.]

Brilliant. Well done, the lot of you.

[ino]

[Unfortunately, the sound of his voice simply echoes. There is no one left to answer him.

No one except maybe the young, blonde girl laying right near his feet. She doesn't know him -- not well enough to recognize him in this state, anyways -- but someone alive and well is always someone to reach for when you're dying. To pass on your message, to let them know what you died for.

Unfortunately, the wound in her side is gaping, and it keeps her from doing much other than coughing harshly]

[workaphilic]

[He is nothing if not (terribly, painfully) hyper-aware, even in his scattered state of mind. Movement, sound, anything in this place is like a beacon for his starved attention.

He latches onto it, and crouches next to her, staring. (He is not a doctor.) His eyes scan her face and her wound, unrefined information-gathering. (John is a doctor.) There's nothing he can do.

(John is also a soldier.)

Anger swells, claws at the back of his throat. He doesn't even know her, doesn't have a reason to care, but how dare she still be alive when she's just going to die, too.

He doesn't say anything, just leans forward to put pressure on her wound. It's stupid and pointless, his mind screams, but his hands don't seem to have gotten the message.]

ALONE

[ino]

[The backdrop for this part is familiar -- the castle, in all its usual glory. There's something strange about the castle today, though ... something eerie, almost. Perhaps it's the fact that it's so quiet, today. Maybe the fact that none of the ghosts seem to be trudging through the halls.

Or maybe it's the sudden knowledge that there is no one else left here but you.]

[not_mafia]

[He's not sure how he should feel about that.

The more noble part of his heart insists he should be happy for those who left. They got to go home-- finally. There were relationships that had been broken, but... maybe it was for the best.

On the other hand? There was literally no one around. He can recall, almost like some far off memory, talking to John. He'd commented on, knowing his luck, he'd be one of the ones stuck in the castle for years to come.

He hadn't thought his luck sucked this much.

Oh well. At least he has his journal, and he can listen to the voices in the book and almost pretend that they're still here.]

[ino]

[Poor Tsuna. Maybe it was bad luck, maybe it was the castle deciding you were the only one it wanted after all ... whatever the case, it definitely feels desolate.

But this dream is not without hope. Maybe that last whisper was from the journal ... but oddly, it sort of sounded like it could have been from around the corner and down the hall, too. Maybe you should go investigate?]

[not_mafia]

[He can't help that his heart skips a beat a little at that whisper. No matter how valiant he tries to be, he can't help but feel that loneliness clawing at his mind, desperate for there to be someone, anyone. He sucks his breath in, closes the journal, and listens, taking a hesitant step closer to that corner.]

[whichwayyoulean]

[Being alone isn't a new concept to the Once-ler. After all 'alone' is his most common state of existence, and he has a lot more of it ahead of him. Still, he didn't expect to be alone in the castle of all places.

With a frown, he continues walking along the halls, he's not even looking for anyone in particular. But it's better than sitting still]

[ino]

[It's only after a good long while of walking the silent halls and listening to the sound of your own footsteps that anything begins to change. There's a flutter of fabric escaping behind a nearby corner, and a faint laugh, like there's someone playing a game with him. Will you give chase?]

[wilder]

[Wow...he's never heard this place so quiet. In fact, it's completely disturbing]

Hello? Anyone out there?

[ino]

[His voice echoes -- a little too much for it to be realistic, really -- down the hall. All of the plates next to the rooms in sight are empty.

Nope, there doesn't appear to be anyone here. What to do?]

[psych0p0mps]

[... Wow. It sure is soul-crushingly silent in here. At first she doesn't believe it - goes down the halls checking doors and stuff. But it really seems her first impression was right, and nobody else is here...

But then, where are they?]

[ino]

[For now, the halls remain empty. The longer she explores, the darker it seems to get, making it harder and harder to see where she's going ...

But there seems to be some sort of light at the end of the hall. Investigate?]

SOMETHING ELSE?

[ino]

[If there's something else you want to explore (for example, the Eclipse, or a Shadow Game, or something like that), just comment here and I'll make something else up for you :) ]

The Eclipse

[the_effect_she_has]

[Katniss had absolutely no idea what she was looking at. Except that she really wished this time - when she had woken up? She had a damned weapon.]

[ino]

[She definitely has a weapon. Her bow, and as many arrows as she wants. But the bow and arrow may not make much difference once she sees what she is up against.

At first, there is only darkness, only her. But then everything goes red, and the sky and the ground begin to shift in shape and form, until everything surrounding her -- and presumably everything for miles to come -- is composed of massive red faces.

Frozen with fear and confusion, you cannot do anything but watch as strange, threatening figures begin to march towards you from the darkness. Big, small, wide and thin -- they all look like misshapen people, and all of them are grinning widely. As they come closer, it's more evident that they are chanting together:

"The time has come ... The Night Festival! 'Tis the time of the festival, which comes with the passing of every 216 years ... The Eclipse!"]