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 Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 3:35 pm
There are those who believe
That there is the Real, and then there is Dream,
The Unreal.
But they are mistaken.
For Dream is as real as anything that can be called real.
A place, outside of any place.
A time, outside of time.
Whose borders are defined only
By the imaginations of the Dreamers.
 ☽ℛℰⲀ♏ ✧ ₩ℰⲀ♈ℰℛ.a roleplay.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 3:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 3:46 pm
  . . . // . . . There are many Spheres in Dream. No one knows how many. It is possible that there is an infinite number.
Each Sphere is a world unto itself, sometimes inspired by places in the Real, sometimes completely unique to the imagination of a particular Dreamer. Most Spheres are left intact, preserved by those who Shape Dream as a monument to the imagination of the Dreamer that created them. Many more are used by Lucid Dreamers as playgrounds when they feel the urge to leave their own Dreamspheres and explore. Some are simply abandoned to the Night Mare.
But a small amount of Spheres are used as meeting places, where Dreamers can congregate and plan adventures, or just chat with other Dreamers. At any given time there may be hundreds of Dreamers in one of these meeting Spheres, relaxing, talking, or playing simple games. It is forbidden to Shape these Spheres because doing so might attract a Night Mare and put hundreds of Dreamers at risk. There are always a few Dream Guardians patrolling these Spheres, some of them undercover, making sure that no one breaks this rule, or the Law. For Dreamers, it is a safe place to meet – the Dream Guardians protect the Sphere from Night Mare. For Dream Guardians, it is a convenient place to relax and do their job easily – if all the Dreamers are congregated there, it is easy to watch them, and find fugitives. And for the Living Shadow, it is a perfect place to blend in – no one questions that they cannot Shape Dream because no one is allowed to, and it is easy to get lost in the crowd.✻ _________ ✻ _________ ✻ . . . // . . . RΛIN only visited Spheres where Dreamers gather very infrequently. Her quest was to find answers, to learn the secret of the Dream Guardians, and there was little chance of finding answers in a crowded place – or else someone else would have found them before her.
But sometimes she needed a break, and “townspheres”, as they were called, were a welcome diversion. She could see a diverse mix of characters and costumes – some beyond anything she could ever imagine, some likely from time periods long after her death – and, most importantly, she could show off her own outfits.
Today, she was sitting at a street side table at a cafe that reminded her of the stereotypical cafe in Paris. Only, it was not Paris, or at least, not the Paris of her time. Maybe it was Paris a few hundred years in her future, but judging by the sky, that was unlikely. It was probably not even Earth.
Rain did not concern herself with any of that, though. She sat happily sipping tea, leaning back in her chair, watching the world go by. A group of Dreamers were loudly bragging amongst each other about some grand adventure they had just been on – slaying a dragon, cliche of cliches. It was hard to ignore their discussion because they were so loud and animated, but Rain had little interest in what they said. They had barely enough power to open a Vortex – it was a miracle they had not gotten themselves killed – and Rain had slain several dragons a thousand times worse than what they were describing.
But at another table, a group was discussing the legitimacy of getting married in Dream. If one was married in Dream, could one also get married in the Real? Did a marriage in Dream mean anything, when the husband and wife may be hundreds of years and thousands of miles apart? It was an interesting discussion, and the people talking were all smart people who had given it a lot of thought. Rain tried to tune out the braggarts at the other table and eavesdrop on the discussion about marriage, as she enjoyed the tea and the view alone. 
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 11:40 am
Sora opened her eyes slowly. The sky in this place was a purple-pinkish color, with turqoise clouds. There was a cool breeze coming off of the beach with white sand. She was leaning against a lone tree, which was a strange mixture of Deciduous and Coniferous trees.
She'd fallen asleep, hiding from the latest monster to appear in her home, for thats how she viewed this place. This place was deffinately not where she'd first woken up, and it seemed as if there was someone who changed its appearance, though she'd not even once crossed that persons path.
To her that person had sort of become like a God-figure, someone who could change the world with will power alone. She wished to meet this 'God', unaware that the 'God' was actually just the Lucid Dreamer who'd invented/created her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 4:29 pm
 They say_________
she made it rainIn a town-sphere
where dreamers gather
the hunter with no prey
is a dangerous beast. The only time a hunter is happy, is when she is on the hunt.
When she is off the hunt, in the days after a hunt has been completed but before a new mark has come to her attention, she is morose. Empty. Miserable. Something is lacking. The tangy smell of blood carried on the wind. The throb of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She could never put her finger on what, but something was always lacking in the days between hunts, the days she struggled to occupy herself, the days the wolf condescended to walk among the sheep.
“Meat,” she muttered bitterly under her breath, licking her teeth slowly, “All of them just meat.”
She walked, as far away from everyone else as she could get, down the street, which thankfully was not so crowded that she was forced to rub shoulders with others. She had space to herself, and enforced it with her glare. ‘Approach me not,’ her eyes said, ‘Danger here.’
She was not carrying her spear, nor was she wearing her distinctive seifuku outfit, preferring instead a black and gold qipao. She even had a fan to give her hands something to do – without her spear she felt naked. For her, this was ‘undercover’, although the malevolent stares she gave the passersby could hardly be called keeping a low profile.
Her eyes caught her silver hair from down the street. “Well, well,” she whispered, “Into everyone’s days, some Rain must fall. Pretty Rain. Naughty Rain. Rain who falls / who knows where / earth for skin / cloud for hair. Rain, Rain, water of life, sent straight from heaven. Why are you here? Why now? You taunt me. I must know. I must know your secrets.”
As casually as she could manage, she walked to Rain’s table, and tried to smile a greeting – although it came out as a predatory, wolfish smile.
“Alone is she?” she said in a voice like a hissed whisper, “I see no companions. I see no place set for the one whom is expected to come. Alone, maybe? Yes, perhaps. Perhaps Kitten is alone. Can this be? Is this so?” Without asking either Rain or the occupants of the other table, she grabbed a chair and dragged it to Rain’s table, turning it around to sit in it backwards, as she had seen many do. She crossed her arms on the chair back and rested her chin on them, looking at Rain with a sad expression with an exaggerated pout. “Are we feewing wonewy?” she taunted Rain, “You can talk to me. Today, I am your oracle. Speak, and I will listen, and then from my lips, the gods’ wisdom. Speak.”
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 1:54 pm
A vortex opened, and a figure emerged, shrouded in light and shadow as the vortex exuded light which caused shadows to encompass the figure. It closed and the figure after the bright light faded revealed a young woman of indeterminate age. Her shoulder length curly and wavy brown hair framed her youthful features gently. The bright green eyes shone with intelligence and wisdom.
Her walk and gait spoke of power, yet of gentleness and the wisdom to use it if need be. The clothing was simple, a grey long sleeved shirt rolled up to the elbows, a pair of black jeans, and a black pair of hiking boots completed the ensemble. From her waist hung a silver cylindrical object of unknown origin. She seemed completely at ease as she walked among the other dreamers and Shadow creatures.
Among the crowd, the young woman noticed a woman with long brown hair wearing a black and gold qipao. Right at the same table was a woman with long silver hair and tatoo's on her face. Never having seen them before in any of the townsphere's she had visited before, she wondered who they were. Also she wondered if they were new and what kind of being they might be. Dreamer, Lucid Dreamer, Guardian, or a Shadow of some sort. However she had no way of knowing without asking them.
Even so, she was at a conundrum, because she didn't like drawing too much attention to herself, she rarely if ever interacted with other dreamers, lucid or otherwise. Same went with the Shadow creations, because she didn't want to cause harm. Well aware of Night Mare's, she always kept to herself and was why her own dreamsphere was rarely ever tampered with, and why she was always alone.
Sighing, she ran a hand through her dark locks and looked around the townsphere. Perhaps she would just join the two people after grabbing some food. Making like the table had open seats which it did and hope they wouldn't tell her to leave.
It was what she did, grabbed a plate of food, and then made her way over to the table. Once there she looked at the two women and had even caught a snippet of the one in the qipao. To her it didn't make sense, especially the way the woman spoke in riddles. Shrugging her shoulders she decided it was irrelevant to the objective at hand, sitting down and starting a conversation.
"Um... hello? May I sit here?" she asked in a soft gentle voice.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:02 pm
Another vortex opens shortly after the last. The light from the vortex shone so brightly that shadows were vanquished, the figure of a silver-haired princess is slowly revealed as the vortex closes behind her. Her long hair is pinned up fancily. Her light blue eyes scan the townsphere she arrived in.
Her attention is drawn to the women at a table, one in a black a gold qipao, one with simple dark-colored clothes, and one other. She decides to sit near them and eavesdrop, as they seemed like the only people here with any chance of having interesting material.
She is still dressed in her battle clothes, but she can't change here, as it requires lucid Dreamer powers, and thats not allowed in townspheres. That alone was why she preffered staying within her own dreamspheres, as she could manipulate them as much or as little as she wanted.
The only reason she'd even come here was a Night mare had found her Dreamsphere while she was making a major change in it, and it was far beyond her power to fight.
So she'd decided to leave the sphere to the Night Mare, escaping through the nearest vortex she could find. It brought her to a waystation, then from there, she went through another Vortex, and arrived here. 'I'll stay here until I wake up, I guess.'
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 3:10 pm
Frost appears through a newly opened vortex. She falls to her knee's and clutches her arm, but turns around to seal the vortex tightly with Rakurai. Its in Bankai form, though acting like a real dragon while sealing the Vortex, instead of being its usual bow-like self.
She had just battled the Night Mare that the silver-haired girl had escaped from. Though she failed to kill it immediately, she felt that the injuries it had sustained from Touketsu would surely kill it.
"that was close" Frost mutters to herself. She realizes that she is lying down in the middle of the street of a townsphere. Her golden bow has reverted back to its sleeping form, as she hadn't the strength left to keep it in Shikai form. Touketsu is in its sheath, strapped to her back, as she'd returned it to sleeping form as soon as she'd opened the Vortex to here.
She stands up slowly, wincing from the cuts that Night Mare had inflicted on her. Her hair is hanging in thick strands, weighed down by sweat and a little blood. The glass and metal shards in her hair were stained with the blood of the Night Mare.
She pulls Touketsu from its sheath and calls "Freeze the Heavens, Touketsu Kouu". It glows white and when the light fades the sword was replaced by a spear with a tip that resembled a wolf's head.
She leans on it for support and makes her way to a cafe. She doesn't seem particulaly interested in the people at the tables. She just finds an empty seat and plops, as gracefully as possible, into it. She glares, with her blood-red eyes, at the two young Dreamers who were in the other seats at the table, and they quickly get up and leave.
She makes Touketsu return to its sleeping state and sheaths it. She calls the waitress for a cup of coffee, if they had it. The seat she had chosen was next to the table where Blood, Rain, and the other girl were sitting. There was the silver-haired princess she'd seen fleeing from the Nightmare nearby as well, though the girl seemed to be alone.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 9:42 pm
&& will
... you can turn the city upside down
like an umbrella
but who knows
what you'll find ...  Will had to be honest: this was freaking boring.
She scowled, jostling a cigarette into the nearby ashtray at her table with agitated force. What dumb luck. She ended up in one of the most populated places possible (through some mysterious circumstance,) and, as usual, she was a nobody.
It wasn’t as if she blended in particularly well, either. She was wearing enough red to pose as a traffic light! What was the problem? Was she that disgusting? The least attractive girl here? She hadn’t caught so much as a glance from a man. Ugh. She felt like getting a smoke – it was better than sitting and being ignored.
The brunette brought the crushed cigarette to her lips, only to curse at its condition and flick it to the ground. Her eyes narrowed. She lifted her bag from the floor and dumped its contents upon the table carelessly, half-hoping that the noise of the objects within clattering against the table’s surface brought her some sort of watcher. Her vision scanned the array of items to find her cigarette packet, only to find it missing.
Goddamn!
This had to be the worst day!
Scoffing, she slapped a few objects off of her table and rested her chin in her palm to sulk. Her mood descended into a fit of spite. This entire place was so boring and stupid.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 12:46 pm
. . . // . . . RΛIN frowned at Blood’s arrival, and at the way she invited herself to Rain’s own table. “Yeah, sure!” she said with no enthusiasm at all and a sarcastic note in her voice, “I don’t mind! Feel free to join me! Why do you even have to ask? You know we’re old friends. Have a seat!” Then she snorted in contempt and looked away to the other woman.
To her, Rain was completely different – it was like night and day. Her frown was replaced with a warm smile, and there was no trace of sarcasm or contempt in her voice. “Please, do,” she said, waving at the empty seat, “But we’re not together. I’m Rain, Sorceress of the Five Eyes.” She bowed her head slightly.
For a moment she considered ignoring Blood entirely in her introductions, but then decided that would be unwise. It was not the lack of courtesy that changed her mind, as she had no qualms about openly insulting or otherwise slighting Blood in front of others. But if she did not introduce Blood, Blood may not introduce herself as a Dream Guardian. And if this stranger were careless, she may do or say something in front of the Guardian that might get her in trouble. For her sake – not for Blood’s – she felt that she had to introduce Blood, to warn the stranger.
“This is Dream Guardian Sofia Blood,” Rain said, pointing by jerking her thumb at the Blood without even looking in her direction, “Or perhaps former Dream Guardian? Because it seems she is talking up a new calling as a relationship counsellor.” Then she turned to address Blood directly, “But if you’re looking for clients, go somewhere else. My personal life is none of your business. You – and your ‘gods’ – can go stuff yourselves.”
Her eye was caught by Frost, who had arrived and was sitting at a neighbouring table, and whom she recognized as another Dream Guardian. It was somewhat rare for a single Guardian to be around, because there were so few. And unless they were gathering to prepare for a joint mission, Dream Guardians tended to be loners. Having two in the same place was quite a treat...... if you were one of those people who wanted to see Dream Guardians. Rain had been like that at one time....... but she grew out of it. Still, it had made her very familiar with the ranks of the Dream Guardians, so she knew most on sight, and most of the rest by reputation. “Go talk to Frost,” Rain said to Blood, “I’m sure you two will have a lot to talk about – Dream Guardian business and all that. You can ask her about her relationship troubles. Or, you can just share hair care secrets. She looks like she could use some cheering up anyway – it looks like she’s had a rough night. Whatever you like, just........ be somewhere else.”
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 4:55 pm
Liliths ears practically perk up like a dog that hears its name at the mention of 'Dream Guardian Sofia Blood'. She'd heard rumors of that Dream Guardian. Another thing which caught her attention was Frost's name.
Lilith also notices a girl in red fumbling with her bag. The girl seemed bored, or perhaps lonely. Lilith had a small, fleeting feeling of compassion for the girl, before noticing the girl had thrown a cigarrete on the ground. how messy, and an unhealthy habit too! She scoffs at the girl, in her mind.
Lilith takes a casual glance and notices a few mens' faces turned towards her. She looks back at the brunette in red. She smiles with an idea, and stands up. She walks towards the girl.
"Hey! you must be new! Are you a Dreamer? Did you stumble into the townsphere?" Her attitude is very friendly, her voice holds no sign that she didn't really care. She also notices the staring men/boys also turn their attention to the girl in red.
She sits across from the girl, so she could talk with the girl, face-to-face. Her silver hair glitters as she sits down, catching the light and reflecting it in a little, dazzling display.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 5:49 pm
"And what if Frost wishes to just rest here with a hot cup of coffee. What if Frost wishes to be by herself at the moment? What if Frost doesn't want 'relationship' advice OR hair care tips. What if Frost doesn't want, or need, to be 'cheered up'?." Frost replies snappishly. Having remembered the name of the silver-haired woman who had replied to Blood's comment, she adds,
"Rain, the woman who's turned down becoming a Dream Guardian a number of times! How are you on this night?" more for manners' sake than real interest.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:48 pm
Alara stood there and watched the by play, just blinked and wondered what in all the dreamscape had caused such hostility towards one of the Dream Guardians. The young looking woman wondered idly if she had stumbled into some kind of fight or another. If so she probably should get the hell out of dodge as it were.
"Um... I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" she inquired softly. Hopefully she could get out of this mess especially since Rain seemed to be very hostile to Blood.
"Oh um... I know who she is and I know who the other Guardian is as well," she offered up. "I'm quite aware of a lot of things."
Alara had never recieved an invite to join the Guardians and she wasn't sure she would accept if they did offer. Plus she didn't believe she had the power or potential to even become one. Then again, no one had ever tested her and there was the fact that she had no clue if she had enough power. In her own mind she thought she didn't and it was probably true.
Finally sitting down she took a bite of her food, but was ready to bolt at a moments notice. A fight between Guardians or even a Dreamer and a Guardian was not something one wanted to stick around for. Mostly because that tended to draw Night Mare's and those things were not fun to even see let alone be caught by.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the sight of the girl in all red and then the other girl with the weird weapon walking up to her. At least the girl in red who had been smoking had someone to talk to. Plus she really wasn't sure if she should go over there. In fact there was the whole thing about her being a Lucid Dreamer and interacting with a regular Dreamer that made her feel off at times. Mostly because there were rules about telling regular Dreamers about Lucid Dreamers and all that.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 5:11 pm
They say_________
she made it rain The hunter sees
everything
in terms of prey.
Blood remained silent while Rain told her off, and then Frost told Rain off, tilting her head to first to one side then the other while it rested on her forearms – looking at each of the two women in turn. She had not expected a warm welcome from Rain – especially after taunting her – but was surprised at how touchy Frost was toward Rain. Was there history between the two? Or was Frost just having a bad day.
Whichever it was, Blood did not really care. She was here for amusement, and diversion, and the fireworks between Rain and Frost certainly provided that. In fact... it might do to light yet another spark and see what happened.
Turning to the woman who had joined her and Rain at Rain’s table, she smiled wolfishly. “You must forgive these two for their horrible manners,” she said, smoothly, “You might say they have a history, but not one that we should speak of in public, for it is a truly sordid tale of romantic intrigue not fit for being told in the openness of the streets. Jilted lovers can be... so prickly. You can see how I have tried to reach out to them as a friend, and have been cruelly tossed aside. So bitter they are, so much anger. The curse of Hera, I am afraid.” Blood sighed theatrically and shrugged.
“But you have an advantage over me, traveller,” Blood said, toying with her bangs, “For you know of me but I know not of you. Come, share with me the name by which you are known, and regale me with tales of your doings. Perhaps we, you and I, should lead by example, and demonstrate to these angry women how to behave civilly. Come tell me of yourself.”
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