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 Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 3:33 pm
✥ Duke ✥ Laos ✥ Drited ✥
۞ Better run...
Better hide...
Cause when I find you...
I'll skin you alive... ۞  ۞ Duke grinned twistedly placing his arm around the scared girl. "My my, why am I torturing you?" He asked himself looking up into the sky before turning to her. "Simple, I maybe free from the nightmare realm. But I will have to choose a victim that I believe suffered the most. That's where you come in." He pointed his finger at her smiling sly like. "An alcoholic, likes to pick fights, and has somethings in her past that makes you perfect. Im here with you till you learn to fight your demons and learn that in your past their was nothing to do." He grinned lightly pulling out a greytoned version of herself out of her body. "Hmmm, I expected your alcohol demon to be...worse." He shrugged shoving it back inside of her.
۞ He dug into his pocket and pulled out photos of the two nightmares. "These ones are the pathetic nightmare, vampire and darkness. Darkness is nothing but a cliche, vampire...well what's so nightmare-ish about a vampire?" Duke questioned before sighing. "How about this my little host." He paused thinking about the deal he was going to strike with Julia. "I'll only torture you in your dreams about...five times a week. In exchange! I get to stay at your place!" Duke smiled at her pulling her close. "Sounds great right? It beats me pulling you into a nightmare anywhere and anytime."✥Humans are pathetic creatures...
They don't learn their lessons...
Which is rather good otherwise I'll out of the job.✥
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 11:43 am
 Tsume looked to her and watched her spin for him. He studied the clothes she wore and with every time she came out, he either nodded his head or shook it no. They were down to the last outfit and Tsume nodded. "come now", he said. Getting up and picking up the pile of clothes they were meant to take with them. He headed to the front and paid the man before carrying the many bags in his arms.
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Mrs Yachi-san
Mrs Yachi-san
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 10:25 pm
 Sheridan Nemesis Vane Sheridan smiled to Tsume before she went back into the dressing room to put her dress back on before they checked out. She looked to Tsume, feeling a little bad for making him carry all the bags, so she spoke softly to him. "Tsume, I can carry some of the bags, I don't mind doing so." She didn't give him a chance to argue with her about it but grabbed a few bags from his hands and smiled as she held onto them. "So where to next Tsume?" ((OOC: I was thinking do we want Nick to ruin their night by trying to grab her from the next clothing store they go to? Maybe have Tsume take her to a store that sells his clothing, have Nick some how sneak past Tsume and try and grab Sheridan?))
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 9:42 pm
  Zed ✧ Millennia ✧ Coz-Mos
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In a coffee shop with Cynthia.
A smile came over Zed's face as the girl was accepting to take him to a coffee shop. It was his choice to go to, a quiet location with people around to have her feel comfortable. Plus, most people went to coffee places and talked. It would be there he would try and convince her that he was more then an ordinary man but something dreams are made of. "You are ever so kind miss Cynthia. May a thousand good blessing shower you like stardust from a new moon sky." He then kept pace with the girl as she headed off the to coffee shop. He was shocked when the girl hooked her arm with his. Though he had known that the girl who created such wonderful dreams was a pleasant girl, he had never truelly met her in person. This blew his expectations out of the water. She was defiantly the dreamer he was searching.
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Only after a few moment of walking, they arrived in the coffee shop. This place was a breath of fresh air compared to the chaos that was the mall. Don't get him confused, he loved the excitement of the people as he performed, but it was in a quiet location such as this one as true magic could occur. Besides, it was in quiet dim locations were the most pleasant sleeps could be had, and the most magnificent dreams experienced. This coffee house was one of the great places to dream. The dim lighting seemed to move with the pace of the room, slow and mellow, it almost flowed from the bulbs like a quiet brook in the meadow. Soft melodies flowed through the room, almost tangible like sheets of silk. The art work on the walls were beautiful, glimpses into the mind's eye. Infact, a few were recognizable as he had helped create them.
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Zed took his seat and watched the paintings as she spoke. "This is truelly a magnificent place to sit and chat. I believe it will be one of my favorites to attend. But these art works. I can't help to think that I have seen these before. Perhaps I have, perhaps I haven't. Perhaps though, that I may be sitting across from the individual that created those master pieces. " He spoke softly, trying not to give away what he knew deep inside, though at the same time sparking curiosity in the other. His eyes stayed with the girl and the bubble, that was a fun dream. He took extra care in crafting those fishes.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 9:58 pm
 Julia Ember Powers
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Meeting with Duke outside ........bang bang, he shot me down................
................bang bang, I hit the ground...........
She was rather confused with all he spoke about. None of it made any sense but she knew it was true. After what she saw just now, it could never have been something anyone else could have conjured let alone knew of her past. Nothing in her experience would have prepared her for this moment, though she forced herself to stay alert. But remaining alert did not save her from what the demon did next. He reached into her and pulled out a shade of herself. She could not focus on exatcly what it was but what ever it was left her breathless. It felt like someone was choking her yet there were no hands. She could not protect herself because her arms were restrained some how. It was only when the shade was returned to her that she was able the breath and move once more. She coughed for but a moment to regain her breath and watch the other intently.
She listened to what he had to say, then tried speaking more. "So....cough cough.....you are after someone. Other nightmares like yourself? If you find them, will you leave me alone? I can handle my own demons, I have for many years now. I don't need your help!" He rubbed her throat as she stumbled back, increasing the space between her and him. "You want to stay at my place? If it means so much to you, then I can only wager you not conjuring your nightmares around me. Thats the only deal I can make at this time. Take it or leave it nightmare." She was not that confident about having her own worse nightmare stay with her, but if he were to keep his damned hands to himself then it wouldn't be that bad. And if he could find those other two, then maybe he would leave for good.
.......bang bang, that aweful sound.........................
...............bang bang, my baby shot me down........
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 2:25 am
...Through all my memory I found a way...
I walked in thoughts, today they walk in me...  |Cynthia Marie Hogan| Thisisanindent As Cynthia got settled into her chair and took care to put the things she bought on the floor near her chair. She glanced up at the magician to see him looking intently at one of her paintings. The one with the woman and the gold fish. She let her eyes wander to the painting and felt a nostalgic smile touch her lips. She had always loved being in the land of dreams far better than walking in the land of the living. In the realm of dreams, anything was possible. There were no limits. She could be who she wanted with whomever she wanted to be with.
She looked away from the painting and let her hazel eyes linger on the stranger in front of her. He was looking at her painting with a strange sort of fondness. And while it was possible that her work had fans, if he was out of town, he wouldn’t know of her.
She sat back in her chair and let her hands rest in her lap as he began to speak, his eyes still fixed on her work. “It really is. It’s quiet and soothing. I believe this place could heal a person if they sat still in here long enough.” she let her eyes roam for a moment around the little coffee shop before once again letting them rest on the man before her.
Cynthia felt herself jolt slightly as she blinked. “Uh.. Actually, yeah. I painted a lot of them.” she said, looking away from him, a slight flush crossing her pale cheeks. She was the kind of artist that preferred to stay under the radar. Any commissions that she took on were always done quietly. She never advertised and certainly never boasted. “They’re nothing special. Things I woke up and decided that I wanted to put on canvas.” she explained, playing with her fingers in her lap. “Anyways.. Enough about that.” she said with a little chuckle. “What brought you all the way out here? Dreams of making it big?” she asked, trying to casually shift the conversation away from her obsession with dreams.
...Through all my memory I found a way...
...I walked in thoughts, today they walk in me...
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They are always watching Crew
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Fashionable Exhibitionist
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 5:37 pm
Zed ✧ Millennia ✧ Coz-Mos
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In a coffee shop with Cynthia.
Zed leaned in and rested his elbows on the table as he rested his head on his interlocked hands. " Heh heh, dreams of making it big. Oh they are dreams alright. Dreams of making dreams. If you know what I mean. You are a very special individual. I know. I have been with you at your most intimate moments." He spoke as if there was nothing wrong of what he was saying. Of course hearing that line of speech from an individual who one had just met is a terrifying one, but Zed though that he might as well go for broke. He did not have enough time to daddle when there were nightmares running around. Once meeting with his dreamer, he should work on securing the safty of the dream world.
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He took a moment to let the message settle in the girls mind before leaning back and staring at the art work of the girl with the fishes. "Now, take that fish perhaps. That innocent fish swimming in a small bubble bowl." As he watched the art work, the fish began to flick their tails. It happened only once but then their fins flicked as well. The motion increased so much that the fish began to swim. The motions of their swimming seemed like two entities moving paint around inside their tiny bubble. The individual brush strokes were still apparent as the fish moment under them. "Take that fish, there it is, living its life in the containment, hardly giving a notion to believe that there is a greater force caring for it. A girl watches them, plays with them, feed them and makes their world. Now....concider you are the fish, and I.....the care taker." As he spoke the girl in the picture moved as well. She leaned in and placed a finger against the bubble as the fish swam to the girls finger, completely focused on it . "I have been caring for you for a long time. You just never noticed it. I have been there, behind the scenes fostering your dreams to create brilliant landscapes. Interesting, wouldn't you say?" He spoke, focused on the girl and her fish.
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 1:40 am
...Through all my memory I found a way...
I walked in thoughts, today they walk in me... |Cynthia Marie Hogan| ThisisanindentDreams of making dreams. She liked the sound of that. It seemed like something a real performer would say. She nodded approvingly while he went on, the topic of conversation shifting. “With me… at my most intimate moments…” Cynthia repeated, one eyebrow raising skeptically. So. He really was a weirdo. That was too bad. Granted she liked weirdos… dating them never worked out. “You sure you wanna lay down all your cards right now, Magic Man? Or did you wanna try and enjoy some coffee and I’ll pretend not to have heard your weird little comment..” She looked around, checking to see if anyone had noticed the strange turn their conversation had taken.
To her surprise, they were the only two customers in the shop at that moment…
Upon his request, Cyn found her eyes fixing on her painting once again.
Her heart slammed against her ribcage while goosebumps began to form along her milky skin.
The fish were moving…
She blinked once. Twice. Trying to figure out if she was dreaming again or not. Meanwhile, the magician was still talking.
Cynthia’s face had gone even more pale than usual as she watched her painting move. “I…” she started, but in truth, she had no idea what to say. “I think I need some air.” she said, unable to tear her gaze from the living painting. Her heart was beating too hard, and much too fast. She felt like she was about to faint. She’d never fainted before in her entire life!
Abruptly, she slammed her chair backwards and shot to her feet before she fled from the little coffee shop, leaving her shopping bags behind.
Once outside, she walked fast, letting her feet carry her where they wished while she tried to figure out what had just happened to her.
Something was happening. The magician wasn’t a magician at all. No, he was definitely something else entirely. So, why was he bothering with her? She looked over her shoulder as she stopped walking. There was only one way to find out, wasn’t there?
She turned around and headed back for the shop, determined now not to be chased off by his weird little tricks with her paintings. No. She wanted an explanation and she fully intended to get one.
...Through all my memory I found a way...
...I walked in thoughts, today they walk in me...
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They are always watching Crew
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Bitter Ambrosia Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 6:54 pm
▪▪ Ariadne ▪ Brietta ▪ James ▪▪  Ariadne wandered aimlessly down the street, wondering where she would go now that someone had taken her human. She had no idea where to find him, and not a clue as to where to start looking. Her eyes were bloodshot from the tears she had cried, but she didn't care. As she flicked her tail, her ears flattened against her head. She had smelled a nightmare. Many of them actually, and on this street too! What was she to do now...? She whimpered to herself and raised a hand to her mouth, nibbling nervously upon her index finger as she considered what to do next. Suddenly, she ran into a girl with a determined look in her eyes, and seemed to be on her way to ask some questions of someone. Or at least... Ariadne shook her head and just murmured an apology, bowing before hurrying on. The tears flowed fresh again as she caught the full human scent of the girl. Where was her own human? Ariadne bit her lip to keep from moaning in fear. What was happening to him? What could be happening to him? Oh she was going to be in so much trouble, and that was the very least of her worries at the moment. If she was detected by the nightmares, what would she do then?
((I hope that this is a good enough introduction for her... >.<' I don't really know what to do, since everybody is already latched onto someone else...)) 
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 6:06 pm
Zed ✧ Millennia ✧ Coz-Mos
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In a coffee shop .
Zed looked to the girl as she seemed to realize what was going on, but he did not fore see what she would do next. As began to get up he spoke once more. "Oh wait. Ma'am please, I can explain." But before he could utter anything else, she got up and left, leaving her things behind. His concentration was broken and the painting of the fish melded into it original position. Slight drifts of fog floated from the painted and evaporated into the surrounding air, the dream was broken. Not knowing what to do, Zed leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Perhaps, I was a bit too upfront with the girl. Maybe it would have been easier to come to her as she slept. I suppose I could follow her home, if that is where she went, I can not be certain. Oh, she left her things...."
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He reached out to grab for her things when he noticed his hand fad in and out like the flickering of a light bulb. Quickly he pulled back and held the hand until it stopped flickering. "These illusions are hard to keep up with out her support. I...need to control myself more often, and not over do it." Illusions were tough to muster, he had to upkeep his appearance along with manipulating the painting, all of that takes energy. He had gotten quite a bit of it from the crowd but there is nothing more potent then his dreamers energy. If he was going to follow her, he would have to wait and recover for a few minutes.
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 1:22 pm
Nia Sharinorochi After six long hours Nia finishes Love's new titanium body. The body is much longer then the last. It has gear shaped indentions that go down both sides of the body. She removes the strange machine of Love's old body and places it in the new on. As it connect with the new body metal starts to converge around it forming a snakes head. "There you go, Love," She smiles at her work, "Lets go for a stroll to test it out." She leaves the house with Love close behind. Unknowingly she walks in the direction of the Kitsune Dream, feeling to accomplished to notice it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 1:52 pm
▪▪ Ariadne ▪ Brietta ▪ James ▪▪ Ariadne stiffened as she smelled and sensed the nightmare of Pain coming towards her, and she cast about for a place to hide. There wasn't one, and Ariadne felt that she was hopelessly and completely lost in that instant. She bit her lip and tried to hide her essence as best she could as she continued to walk along, still looking desperately for a place to hide. Find a place she did then, and it was as she darted into the shadows of a narrow alleyway, that she watched the nightmare pass by. She let out a sigh of relief and then sagged against the wall, rubbing her head, trying to get rid of the headache that she had gotten from worrying herself like that.
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Bitter Ambrosia Vice Captain
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