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Welcome to my nightmare

Who: Sheena Fujibayashi and YOU!
What: Nightmare!
When: During the Nightmare Plot (backdated to the 5th)
Where: Her mind
Rating: PG?

[Sheena had planned to go back to Lloyd's house as soon as she could, but that plan was changed without her permission as she succumbed to whatever malevolent force decided to infiltrate the castle and put its residents to sleep.

Like many others, she now sleeps deeply, no movement or sound except the occasional protest as her slumber is interrupted by memories and nightmares she had long ago buried.

Memories that are now alive and well and waiting to share themselves with whoever crosses their paths.

Sleep well.]

Sections: Corrine's Replacement || Friendly Advice? || Left Behind

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[Understanding the Spirit won't help him in the least--just ask that half-elf who understands what he's saying. Volt doesn't want to have anything to do with humanity.

Not even a simple, civil conversation.

Instead, he continued his game of cat and mouse, aiming wherever he could to confuse them, scatter them, making them his targets to do with as he pleased.

But what is this? Did he somehow manage to miss one? Gliding over towards the white-haired man, he sent a bolt flying in his direction--a token warning before the Spirit got down to business.

Only to be surprised at the water-based spell aimed at him. It hits, but although it's his weakness, it does very little damage while angering him more and bringing his focus upon the man before him.]

[ Duke could still agree with that - although at this point, he just wants to hurt it enough that it knows it had gone over the top, even if it kills him. Because at this point, the mage doesn't care if he dies from this.

The lightning hits, and Duke staggers, trying to focus again. The young mage had used it on him several times, it shouldn't take him that long to remember how Tidal Wave worked. Obviously he takes longer than he should, and the shape of the spell is wrong, and he might be swept off his feet by his own spell, but that's not what he cares about at the moment. ]

[The Spirit can grant that request for death if this human truly desires it or doesn't care.

He sends bolt after bolt towards the man, tormenting him with near-hits as he takes his time to create a spell. If the Spirit could tilt his head, he would have as he feels the power behind this latest incantation. Instead, he retreats up, the edge of the spell catching him underneath and actually spinning the Spirit in place.

Not a good thing to do, and as soon as Volt recovers, the human will learn that lesson.]

[ Duke remains down, using all his focus on the next spell rather than remaining upright. He thinks he could possibly have found the rhythm to this.

This one is Splash, a jug of water erupting from the ground then pouring its contents - and it itself - over the spirit. ]

[Volt's had enough of this. As the effects of the third spell disappear, the Spirit rises and hovers over the prone figure of the man below him.

His gaze boring into him, he speaks in that language only the half-elf woman understands, but he doesn't care.]

"..."

"My pact is broken, and I seek no more with such an untrustworthy race. Your hearts aren't strong enough."

[With that, he moves off, gathering his power to unleash a final barrage.]

One would think. [ Duke didn't know why there was some sort of odd noise, followed by a humanoid voice, seeming to explain the creature throwing lightning about. But it made sense enough, in a rather... stupid, way. ]

If you seek no more anything... you would avoid them. [ Mostly because the reason he's trying to push himself to his feet was because the spirit didn't want something, and decided to lash out. He scrounges for magic, and finds that he's a bit numb in a way that probably means he should continue trying to cast. Like that was important. ]

If you know that humans are untrustworthy, you should have realized that as well as that, greedy, selfish... You only make them scared when you hurt things they like, they want to keep. [ That are important to them. That they care about. ]

And scared humans don't think right. They try to get rid of what scares them. And then there are those who get angry. [ He probably won't get this spell off before the gathering of power that Volt had does, but it didn't matter. It probably wouldn't work quite right anyway - he hasn't altered an altered spell into a completely different element before, but turning Holy Rain into just plain Rain seems like a good idea at the moment. ]

Because when you take away all they like, all they want, all they care about, it is the case of nothing to lose. [ Which may be why there's some unhealthy amount of magic in that spell that he most likely won't live to see finish. ]

[Volt remains where he is, his only response silence as he continues to gather his own power to obliterate these annoyances once and for all...

...and releases a fearsome lightning barrage at the same moment his opponent releases his spell...

...just as others enter the fray...]

[ooc: Time for the others to help or die trying! Unless you'd like Duke to battle Volt alone. :D]

[ That...

Really confuses him. Where had they come from?

Duke supposes that the reason he only feels burned and tingling-and-numb is because of them, rather than... well, he's not sure what its supposed to feel like, when there's nothing.

This is probably a good time to ... actually just lay here and recover. Maybe.

He's just really confused... ]

[The others act quickly to subdue and defeat the Spirit, and suddenly, Sheena is there, looking somewhat bewildered as she makes the pact with Volt.

Once the vow is accepted, the dream usually ends, her friends disappearing ahead of her while she says one last good-bye to Corrine.

But not this time. Her friends leave and Corrine appears, but the temple remains, and seeing the white-haired man on the floor, Sheena understands why. She runs over to him, calling gently.]

Hey! Are you okay?

[ He'd.. listened to that, in confusion. Weren't spirits made by Brave Vesperia? Why would they need a pact, and who was-

.. any of them, really. ]

No. [ Wonderfully blunt, isn't he.

... he's mostly numb and tingly at this point. That probably means that there would be something added onto that. ]

Possible to eventually be close to 'okay'. [ Because Duke truthfully probably is never okay... ]

[It takes her a moment to realize that he's blind before she kneels beside him.]

Okay, hold on a sec and I'll look.

[She warns him before she touches his shoulder and gives him a cursory examination. She sees no burns, but from what he said:]

What's wrong?

..... [ Duke's pretty sure it should be visibly obvious, which means he needs to shift and-

that doesn't hurt like it should. ]

... had thought..... had fought with the... mass of lightning. [ Duke starts carefully testing his hands and feet, and ,....

He's going crazy, isn't he. ]

[No, but she may be going crazy. He hadn't been at the temple in life, and never in her dream before.

So why was he here, and why did he look familiar?]

Mass of Lightning? No, what you fought with was a Summon Spirit named Volt.

[ then they are both going crazy, because her voice is slowly sounding like one he's heard. ]

Summon spirit of.... Lightning? The four great spirits are of fire, water, wind and earth. [ Although that would make some sense, with how it felt. ]

No, there are more. Lightning, Ice, Darkness, and Light. Not to mention Origin and Maxwell.

[Maybe Volt did more damage than she thought if he had forgotten that.]

.... Brave Vesperia only converted four Spirits.

[ Maybe it wasn't his world. Although why another would have elemental spirits as well.... ]

Brave...Vesperia?

Who's that? I thought I was the last Summoner alive--

[Yep, she's surprised by that. But the elemental spirits on another world? She might not be as surprised.]

... A group. I do not know about summoning, but they converted collections of mana with latent consciousnesses into spirits.

Huh?

No. The Spirits came here with the elves when they brought the Great Tree which gave the world mana.

.... Different world then. Spirits are the reason why have mana, recent thing....

It must be because it's the other way around here. [She's silent a moment.]

Do I know you? [He said different world, but why is he so familiar?]

Hmn.

Sound like have encountered before, although where... [ He doesn't want to think about where. ]

I have no idea where, or why you're here now. This [Gestures towards the now-silent chamber] is all a memory--a dream.

[A dream?]

..... Castle, perhaps. Perhaps.... [ Duke goes still, thinking, and then tilting his head toward her more accurately. ]

... have dark hair? [ Please say no. Because if you don't, then he has no idea who you are, and that would be better. ]

[There's silence as her jaw drops and everything comes into focus.]

Yes, the castle! And I have dark hair. [Sorry, Duke.]

Welcome to my nightmare

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oops phonetag html fail up there XD

/pats. It's okay. :D

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