[PRP] War changes all (Pokerus, A Sword)

[Zoobey]

Pokerus was having a very obvious lucid dream.

The first indicator was that instead of a pumpkin sun, the sun was oddly round and bright and just overall weird. The second was that for some reason, she was wearing an extremely fancy, armoured outfit, complete with chainmail that covered her from head to tip of her tail.

And the third was a completely naked Reaper-looking man standing in front of her beaming. The weird sun shone right between his crotch, covering the important parts ensuring that the writer of this rp wouldn't get reported a third time for defiling Gaia's precious PG-13 rules. "Good morning!" said the voice, which boomed quite impressively within every single dream-fibre Pokerus had. "You are dreaming!"

poke mattix

 

[poke mattix]

It was not often that Pokerus could tell she was dreaming, but with the bright circle of heat that blazed down on her and the fact she was wearing some super bad a** threads, it was pretty obvious she wasn't awake.

She took a a moment to admire the suit of armor she wore, perhaps a little overkill considering it covered every single part of her body. Arms moved, tail flicked, feeling the weight and testing the limits of her mobility. She didn't admire it too long as it was hard not to spot the semi-covered boil standing in front of her, the light thankfully keeping her from seeing more then she needed to.

"....Uhhh...." Was the first thing that was said, then she was flinching, fin ears pressed backwards as if it would keep out the booming voice. "...GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO...THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME KNOW THIS IS A DREAM." She shouted back to keep with the theme. "...WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES."

A thought occurred to her, the dragon looking at her armored hand. "....Am I wearing your Armor?"

Zoobey

 

[Zoobey]

"Ah, good lady," said the naked Reaper very matter-of-factly, "I am only as clothed as you see fit to clothe me."

Apparently Pokerus was having a sexy dream.

It didn't help that he moved closer, a convenient lens flare also moving at the same angle. "Come brave knight, take my hilt and draw me by my sheathe!"

poke mattix

 

[poke mattix]

....Oh

So it was gonna be one of those dreams

With the color of her cheeks changing to a bright red and her eyes nearly jumping out of the sockets from shock, one may be able to tell she hadn't expected it was gonna get this weird quick.

But then, why the jack not it was a dream she was game.

"...O-of course, good sir!" She edged closer even as he approached. "Let us ride onwards to glory!"

Zoobey

Zoo what have you done

 

[Zoobey]

"Then the feeling is consensual!" Wait, wha-

- There was an extremely bright flash of light brighter than any convenient lens flare that blinded dream-Pokerus for a second. When her eyes finally focused, in her hands would be a beautiful golden-hilted sword, lighter than any weapon she could have possibly ever held.

Out of nowhere materialized a beautiful apex minipet shaped like a pure white stallion. It was a dream so really, why not. Sure it was kind of like riding a specifically Elder Conquest horseman, especially as the horse revealed itself to be clothed in gorgeous gold and blue armour, but the most important part was it wasn't. A horseman that was. Or maybe it was.

"Ride me," whispered the not-horseman and definitely apex minipet. The sword chimed in her mind, it agreed.

In the distance, which was originally covered by mostly an uncreative dream-sun, the landscape unfolded, revealing bright, lush green fields and a castle at the top of a hill.

poke mattix

 

[poke mattix]

Once she was doing being blinded by the light, Pokerus lifted her hands in awe at the extravagant weapon she was holding, it's beauty unmatched by any steel blade she had ever witnessed. It almost felt like a crime, for her to hold something so majestic.

Then before her very eyes appeared a horse that kinda looked like a elder conquest horsemen that rivaled the sword in it's sheer awe-inspiring-ness but it defiantly wasn't a elder conquest horsemen because those horsemen sucked and like to stab her pointy things. This horse was cool. And wanted her to ride it.

Why not. It was a dream, she had stamina, she could ride it all night long.

A few steps forward, she hoisted herself over the horse, sitting herself expertly in the saddle and taking the reigns as if this was something she did everyday.

"ONWARDS!" She shouted, pointing the sword skyward as if she was in some sort of ten minute rock ballad

Zoobey

 

[Zoobey]

The horse whinnied in agreement and galloped majestically-

- away from the castle. It was definitely getting further and further, as indicated by the fact that Pokerus could not see it as clearly. The path eventually split two directions, one covered in brambles and thorns and the other also covered in brambles and thorns.

'Fear not, young knight', whispered the sword, or the horse, it was kind of hard to tell, 'Raise me into the air and whisper my true name!'

poke mattix

 

[poke mattix]

Okay, so they were not going to the castle. No biggie, she was just happy to ride off towards adventure or wherever the path would take her. The horse seemed to know where it was going so Pokerus just sat back and enjoyed the ride.

Up until they stopped, their pathway marred by brambles on both sides.

The sword commanded her to reveal it's true name, the phrase triggering memories of alternate dimensions and blue doors and sweet merciful jack she was actually holding-

"Excalibur!" She raised the sword once more, glad she remembered to whisper it instead of shout.

Zoobey

 

[WE ARE HALLOWEEN]

Like clockwork the thorns parted on both paths as the 'apex minipet' galloped straight through the center. Though it didnt quite speak again, it felt pleased, open and welcoming.

A surge of confidence washed through Pokerus; why, she could do anything.

They neared a second gate and this one was covered with tree branches, spinning around any opening. It felt oddly familiar and for a moment a memory tickled through her dream, a wordless moment of hesitation. Yet his presence urged at her to not be afraid: she could slice through these as well with just a swing of her sword - it was very important she continued.

poke mattix

 

[poke mattix]

The feelings she sensed coming from the mount felt warm and familiar, reminding her of another dream, one with people who needed her, whom she swore to protect.

A toothy grin spread across her face, the confidence a intoxicating sensation, filling her with determination.

The next gate gave her pause, her memories stirring. Something didn't sit right with her, but she pushed it aside. In her hands was the mighty sword of Excalibur, a powerful force that in her mind could vanquish all evil, was the very meaning of the word good. She need not fear it's judgment.

Pokerus held the sword aloft, ready to follow the sword and do what was right.

WE ARE HALLOWEEN

 

[Zoobey]

And finally, steadily, the majestic white steed slowed to a halt, as the path became a very obvious, single route.

There was one final gate standing between Pokerus and what the sword insisted was her destiny on the other side. It was a massive gate, covered in what could only be explained as butterflies. Each one flickered, and as they brushed against her, revealed a memory, distinct and unique. One of her own memories. They gathered together, as thick as black paint, simple and delicate.

"Go ahead" pressed the sword, for it was indeed Excalibur, the legendary sword, "Break the gate."

Poke Mattix

 

[poke mattix]

With the mighty steed coming to a standstill, Pokerus looked ahead at the next obstacle on the path, another gate to impede their journey.

But this one was different. Instead of impenetrable vines, she was faced with...butterflies? They danced upon the air, each one as nonthreatening as a insect could be, one straying closer to her.

It showed her a memory of when was but a hatchling upon her first day at preschool, a little nervous but curious as to what she would find at this new place.

The butterflies converged on the gate, barring their way, leaving the dragon to wonder as the sword urged her forwards, of what would happen if she would break the gate, attack these tiny creatures that held her memories?

There was one possibility, and it was concerning...but then how could she doubt the word of Excalibur who she believed in?

She pushed away her concerns and held the sword above her head.

Zoobey

 

[Zoobey]

The butterflies didn't part, they shrieked, a noise that sounded like the agony of a thousand memories, and then parted.

Pokerus woke up.

The first thing she noticed was it was dark. It wasn't just dark, it was strange and isolated, and as she got up, she realized she could not remember her name. If she tried to think how she had gotten there, she could not remember either. Her own body felt strange, foreign, and around her was just just a horizon of grey.

Every fibre of her Fear protested with any movement, as if she had strained herself beyond any of her capabilities. Now, her vision was focusing, and she could see tree branches and fog, so much fog, and she knew what they were but not what they meant.

The only memory was a foreign voice asking her for its true name, and even that name was lost.

poke mattix

 

[poke mattix]

The sound pierced her eardrums, the last conscious thoughts being what the jack did she just do then -

..

...

....Huh?

Her vision was unfocused and blurry as she returned to the waking world, her body sore but for reasons she could not fathom. In fact, she couldn't fathom...anything.

With a groan she sat up. blearing gazing forwards. There was lots of grey stuff and brown things. Rubbing her eyes she looked again at the vast expanse of fog and trees slowly becoming clearer.

She didn't know this place. Where was she....Who was she?

She couldn't remember a thing. Anything really. The only memory that came to mine was a voice calling for a name.

At least she still had her emotions, the current one being utter annoyance she couldn't remember jack s**t.

Slowly she pushed herself off the ground, every movement a difficult task in itself, and picked a random direction to start walking, parting small tendrils of fog between her feet. There was no point in staying put here, best to strike out and find some answers.

Zoobey

 

[Zoobey]

The more she walked, the more the fog parted, thinning, turning into a scorched, grey landscape. The soil crumbled under her feet, unstable, the smell of something putrid following her every step.

The first change in scenery she encountered was what looked like a charred log oddly in a humanoid shape. It had one branch raised up, like curled, electrified fingers, but the form itself was too mutilated to make it out. The more she walked the more of these strange logs surrounded her, some even sporting human-like lumps of where a head should be, some having stumps of legs, others with all limbs in tact.

The smell was overwhelming.

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