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eldritch stardust rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 3:29 pm
I wonder why the uniduck emote won't work after I hit submit. Odd.
Woop! Woop woop!
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eldritch stardust rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 3:31 pm
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Kapoodles rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 3:47 pm
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Kapoodles rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 3:56 pm
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Kapoodles rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 4:00 pm
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Kapoodles rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 4:05 pm
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Kapoodles rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 4:11 pm
One day my numbah will come!
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Kapoodles rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 4:49 pm
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Kapoodles rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 4:51 pm
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Kapoodles rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 4:55 pm
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Kapoodles rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 4:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 5:18 pm
A long yawn broke through his concentration, and Cabhan groaned. He'd been so focused on the video editing project it seemed time had entirely passed him by for the night. Bright cyan eyes stared at the digital clock in the bottom corner of his screen before he leaned back in his chair to stretch. Cracks and pops in his back and shoulders made him sigh outright before he wriggled around a little more, one hand moving about the keyboard to finish up a few tweaks and ensure he saved for the nth time.
Again his eyes flicked to the clock. When did it get so late? He hadn't thought he was that engrossed in this project. If anything, he was disappointed, he'd hoped to go out for a patrol that night. Lips pursing in a pout, Cabhan finally flicked a few keys, clicked the mouse a couple times, and his desktop began its shutdown process for the night.
He could barely keep his eyes open, the choice wasn't his to make on if he was going to bed or not, it seemed. He was already dressed for it, at least, making the wander over to his bed all the shorter before he crawled beneath the light blankets. Laying on his side, he stared out the window beside the head of his bed, the frame pressed flush to the outer wall of the room. He could see tiny lights flickering between buildings as traffic moved about in the distance, could hear voices from people walking down the street even at that late hour, someone's TV was on a tad too loud. Things that were a sort of comfort to him--he wasn't alone.
Something that he, at times, perhaps needed to hold onto a little stronger than others when he faded into sleep. Dreams weren't common for him, they'd never been. A boon as much as a curse--when they did occur, they were rarely sweet, Cabhan often finding that if he did remember anything from his slumber, they were fleeting images of something dark, twisted, and best left in the background of his consciousness. Sure, it made great fodder for his channel and writing, but he didn't walk away as unaffected as he might, perhaps, seem at times.
So the nothingness that was sleep, the unremarkable or the unmemorable that was his norm, was what the lull of city lullabies sent him into. However long that was, eventually it gave way to something else, a weight settling in his gut. No, not a weight in his stomach. Not sinking. He was falling. Falling in his sleep wasn't new, but this felt different. A panic began to set in, something burning in his mind that he had to wake up. He continued to fall, the darkness growing somehow deeper and deeper, darker and darker around him.
Not just darkness. A ravine. The emptiness he existed in formed into a solid place, dark rock rushing past him on either side, going up as he continued to fall down. He could feel the tattered cloth of his uniform, long locks of black-blue hair flickering in the corner of his eye. It wasn't Cabhan falling, then, was it? Rigel. He continued to try and force his eyes open, even as he stared up at the impossibly full starry sky high above him. At last, his back hit the rocks at the bottom of the ravine, limbs refusing to move--did he even have limbs? He couldn't feel them, not his fingers, or toes, nor rocks digging into his spine--eyes staring up into the impossible sky despite his knowledge that he needed to open them, needed to wake up.
Some part of his logic found humor in this situation even as panic made his pulse thunder--the Senshi of the Eldritch, frightened by his peculiar dream.
Rigel turned his head, for at last, he seemed to possess it, and the neck by which to redirect where his field of vision could wander. Ears. He had ears. He must--how else could he have heard the sound of someone clearing their throat? He stared towards the white-garbed person, their face unknown to him but the smile at least reassuring. What, no yellow robes? He was unsure if he actually managed to voice the words, but the figure seemed to shake a little, as if they were laughing somewhat.
The humor did not mask their expression of apology, however, and without words, Rigel understood that the figure was unable to aid him out of his predicament despite any wish to. It was that same knowing without knowing that told him this being was no threat to him--what an odd sensation, he decided.
Robes began to shuffle and cloth ruffled, Rigel blinked slowly, watching as the figure began to shift about, searching for... ah. Glitter? Were they to make a craft project? Again, he was unsure if he managed to actually speak when the figure moved, throwing the handful of glitter up into the air.
The sparkles fell up, dancing in the air, swirling between and around them. It was then that Rigel discovered he did, in fact, have limbs. He wriggled his fingers and toes, slowly pushing himself to his feet as the glitter swirled and swayed, circling ever upward bit by bit. Some of it condensed, somehow, forming star-shaped platforms. Three, perfectly formed, they hung in the air between them and the top of the ravine.
Rigel looked to the figure who seemed to bow its head, and Rigel returned the motion. So. Upward then?
He'd seen agents and other corrupt senshi, stronger ones than he, and how high they could jump. Even in his dream, Rigel found himself limited. His fingers found purchases in glitter-formed ridges, digging his feet into the slight ledges to help boost himself up little by little. He'd never tried rock climbing, especially not in boots like what he had on now, but the physical excursion was remarkable for it being a dream.
But he... managed. Somehow. There were numerous times when he slid and fell back, the glitter platforms further apart than he'd thought originally, but he did manage to climb over the top one, and crest the ravine he'd fallen into.
He perked up, eyes bright as he hoped to catch a glimpse of the world beyond, perhaps to understand why he was even there--
--but there was no such luck. Cabhan took in a deep breath, awakening in his bed. It took him a few times to blink his eyes and a few breaths to reorientation himself, confirming he was, indeed, in his actual room and was not, in fact, henshined as Rigel. His head turned, no more laborious than ever before, to check his cell for the time, when in the gloom of his room he spotted a little glass bottle. Iridescent glitter glistened within, capped tight and hung on a delicate silver chain. He frowned, lifting it carefully to inspect. It looked... suspiciously like the glitter from his dream. Huh…
Perhaps he had new fodder for his channel from his dreams, once again.
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Kapoodles rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 5:28 pm
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Kapoodles rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 5:29 pm
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Kapoodles rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 5:30 pm
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