Event Log: April, Dream a Little Dream

[faileas]

Event Log: April, Dream a Little Dream (Of Me)

I. The Looking-Glass House These strange shared dreams are part and parcel of being Mirrorbound, nothing too unusual for those who entered this world through similar dreams and then a mirror. No doubt you've all experienced your share by now. Normally those dreams have something to say about the world, something to show Mirrorbound about their new temporary home, but this time... This time, it has something to show the Mirrorbound about each other, perhaps. The Looking-Glass House, from the outside, seems no different from how it looks in the waking world. Each cobblestone still glows as you step upon it, drawing your attention toward the entryway of the two-story cottage that sits at the edge of the Coven's courtyard. You can still wander the Coven grounds if you'd like, but nothing is different from how it will be when you wake, save the lack of bustling Witches and Monsters going about their business. Areas that are normally inaccessible are still inaccessible. Whatever secrets this dream may hold, they all lie within the hall of mirrors. Perhaps you haven't had reason to step into this building in some time, or maybe you're here often, checking for new arrivals. Maybe you only recently arrived here and the sight of these mirror-lined hallways is fresh in your mind. Something has changed, however... Many of the hundreds of mirrors on the walls remain the same: dull, dusty, undecorated, some cracked or broken. As lifeless as a mirror can get. Yours, if you seek it out, looks the same as it did to you on your arrival - the frame covered in reminders of your home, your life, the surface of it clear and shiny-new. But this time, in this dream, yours is not the only one you can see signs of life in. Other mirrors also have the clear, silvery glass within their frames that yours does, indicating a connection to someone currently in Aefenglom. Maybe you can pick out the mirrors of people you know by the few carvings in the frames you can pick out; the closer you are to someone, the more of their mirror's decoration you're able to see, though the frames of strangers' mirrors remain unadorned to your gaze. You might feel yourself compelled to lay your hand on one of these silvery-bright mirrors, and when you do, the glass ripples like movement on a still pond. Like water, it allows you entry to another time, another place, another world - or at least, the memory of such. Who knows what you'll witness there, something beautiful or something terrible, but you only have to slip back through the mirror into the Looking Glass House to end it.

Welcome to April's event log, Dream a Little Dream! This event is a little more 'make your own fun' than others (since we are not currently in a place to be able to run a plot-heavy event this month), so feel free to play with the dream mechanics generally as you will. The main things to keep in mind are: memories are from the character's point of view however you choose to interpret that; memories cannot be altered or show a character something they could not have witnessed; please be considerate when using other people's characters in a memory, and visitors cannot directly interact with people/NPCs within a memory. Interacting with creatures/environment of a memory is fine. Otherwise, have fun! As always, feel free to use this log or make your own, and direct event-related questions here.

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Custom Pre-BBS!

[beguiledcard]

[ By this point, he's seen a few things, so he has an idea of what to expect - that is to say he knows there's no way of expecting anything in particular.

There's only a brief hesitation as he studies the mirror, gaze curious and a bit tired.

... And then he's going through it, bracing himself for anything. Or trying to, anyway. ]

Custom for Akira: More Training

[darkcharge]

[ All of Vanitas' early memories take place in the same place: The Keyblade Graveyard. He never had been allowed to travel anywhere else - never taught to - until the timing had been just right. Thus Akira will arive in the memory to a barren world, devoid of pretty much everything. There's nothing but dirt and sand. Large rock formations dot the world's surface, but that's the only thing going for it as far as landmarks. The air is hot and stale even with the occasional gust of wind pushing around particles of the landscape.

At least this is all Akira will see at first. However, as he begins to walk, he will start to notice something else. Giant metal keys will be sticking up from the ground. Akira isn't familiar with the weapon that Vanitas carries, but he will see that there is nearly no end to the amount of Keyblades jutting up from the surface. Each one represents a fallen wielder in a great war that took place. Though that is something only a few will be privy to. One section is nearly nothing but ancient Keyblades, the wear and tear of time evident on their metallic surfaces.

In the distance, there is the distinctive sound of blades clashing against each other. Perhaps even growls of frustration. Does Akira head that way? ]

[beguiledcard]

[ He takes a few seconds to explore the area, but nothing too thorough. He's honestly just curious about those weapons - he assumes they're weapons? They're shaped like keys, but... hm.

But, without much caution at all, he starts towards that sound. There's concern on his face when he hears the growls and he eases into a slow jog. ]

[darkcharge]

[ Those are the sounds of frustration that Vanitas makes. Van likely isn't instantly recognizable, what with donning his dark suit and mask. It should, however, be fairly easy to realize that it is him. His opponent is an old man after all - bald and dark skinned. It doesn't really look like he would have much maneuverability, huh?

Vanitas has always been quick on his feet, the results of hard training. He's swift and his attacks have power behind them. Yet this old man, Xehanort, doesn't even seem to be all that concerned with it at all. In fact, he easily deflects each and every one of Van's blows. His hand comes up, aimed square at Vanitas' chest...

That's when Xehanort uses a bit of fire magic to send Vanitas flying. ]

[beguiledcard]

[ Whoa???

Akira's eyes widen at the sight. He pauses, just briefly, and then sprints that way.

He starts to call out, but... it wouldn't do anything to stop or change what's happening, right? Frustrating... ]

[darkcharge]

[ Unfortunately there is little one can ever do to really change their past, no? So Akira is only going to be able to watch.

Vanitas manages to flip in the air to land on one knee at least. Then he throws Void Gear in front of him, blade pointing at the Master. He isn't without magic himself, launching a volley of fireballs at his opponent - all laced with a bit of Darkness itself. ]

[beguiledcard]

[ Yeeeah... And, admittedly, Akira wouldn't want to change someone else's, in the end. Though, he's glad to see that it looks like it isn't as bad as he thought, so far.

He dares to move even closer, though; not like he could be hurt by any of this, right? So it should be fine... He is trying to get a closer look at the bald guy. ]

[darkcharge]

[ Akira can get as close as he wants to Xehanort. The old man doesn't really move much if at all. He can deflect the magic easily enough. It doesn't even look like he's putting much effort into this at all. But then he raises his hand out towards Vanitas and the ground begins to shake.

Rock formations begin to jut up from the ground. Vanitas is able to dodge them fairly well - despite the muscle mass he has Van is quick. And quick to try to launch a physical attack.

Akira might want to back up because the moment that Keyblades class, there's ice forming all around them. ]

[beguiledcard]

[ He's too curious to properly move out of the way, but... he will be fascinated if the ice manages to affect him? Though, at first, he is jumping back when the ice forms, mainly out of instinct.

There's an impressed lift of his eyebrows at the speed this guy has, though... Damn. ]

[darkcharge]

[ Nah. It isn't about to hurt Akira at all. It is just a memory in the end. The attack isn't going to connect anyway. Xehanort has moved. Though it is more of a disappearing and reappearing act. Because the old man is bringing his Keyblade down right on Vanitas' exposed back. ]

[beguiledcard]

[ Disappearing acts, huh? He can't manage to feel surprised that the man can do this - it reminds him a lot of stuff he's seen inside a Palace, at this point...

But... ugh. Standing by and watching is starting to hit him in all the places he hates - idly watching terrible things happening is something a lot of people do in Japan's society, after all.

So, he tenses, bracing himself for the worst while a part of him hopes for the best. ]

[darkcharge]

[ Hoping for the best isn't about to change what is going to happen. The Keyblade comes down and Vanitas' dark suit doesn't seem to protect him from the blow. Xehanort's attack hits it's mark, coming down across Vanitas' back. The teen releases a pained howl, bracing himself against the ground.

Xehanort doesn't seem to be done though. Because there's another strike. And another. And another. It continues until Vanitas' arms begin to shake. Each attack that lands there's another cry of agony, but a stubbornness to withstand it. ]

[beguiledcard]

[ Okay, this took the kind of turn that has his blood boiling - especially since that voice is- kind of familiar? Familiar enough that it's taking everything in him not to pointlessly rush over and tackle that guy.

His teeth are gritting enough that his entire jaw is protesting the pressure. But he doesn't close his eyes - he doesn't even look away.

Akira's memorizing this man's face. ]

[darkcharge]

[ Even if Akira could do so, he'd just go right through the two spectres. However, it seems the old man is done. He leaves Vanitas with nothing but scorn and how he cannot possible think to rejoin with his other half if he is this weak. The Master expects better and will return... And that he expects improvement when he does.

With that being said, a dark portal opens behind the man and he disappears through it. Then and only then does Vanitas actually collapse, wrenching off that glass helmet and chucking it so he can breathe. ]