Troubled Times

[is0latedthinker]

Who: Alan Bradley and YOU
What: Alan's Nightmare
When: Nightmare Plot
Where: Alan's headspace
Rating: T for Teen? Death, injury, and psychological damage without vivid description.

It's night - exactly when, you're not sure, but the moon is up, half-obscured by cloud cover. It's chilly out, the cold cutting through your clothes, making everything seem just that much harsher, the world just a little bit bleaker.

It's almost like everything's not only dark, but desaturated.

Welcome to Alan's nightmare. You might not enjoy your visit.

[Part A] | [Part B]

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[wizard_redfive]

"Sorry," Dairine whispers to the Guard as the energy slowly derezzes him. Enemy or not, these Black Guards were programs, like her mobiles, and she really wishes she didn't have to destroy them. But as far as she can tell, this battle was kill or be killed, and Dairine goes not want to die today.

Her shield hasn't broken yet, so all the Black Guards will grab is loose air. Sorry folks, but Dairine has bigger concerns. Like the Game's Champion coming right at her.

Gripping the energy bolt, she charges forward, swinging to throw it at the oncoming Rinzler. She lets go of the lighting, and--