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 Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 11:08 pm
 ~Mizu~ The Drowning Nightmare Swallowed by the depths... Mizu watched the proceedings in silence, even he knew when to shut up. He sat on the disc of water that had brought him here comfortably and ate an apple. "Hmm..." he murmured quietly, lost in his own thought, Mizu normally tried not to think. But what was the point of life without enjoying it? And here they were about to try and stop life, essentially. These strange thoughts whirled in his head like a storm. Whirling to the conclusion that life would end if they succeeded. His fun with it, but then again, wouldn't it be fun to end life? That's what Mizu did in his dreams. Slowly watch them sink... Seeing agony all over them... It pleased him? Didn't it? Mizu shook his head abruptly. Trying to clear it of the strange thoughts. ...Never to return... That doesn't break the heart of one... But many...
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 8:59 pm
((Any word from the other Knights? I feel a bit outnumbered here...))
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 9:18 pm
The motion of their travel lulled Glo to sleep. That and the fact that her belly was pleasantly full. She could have run the distance just fine, but why run when you could ride? And it was so warm up here? And it smelled nice. She had a particular plan in mind, one she hadn't shared with anyone, one that had really nothing to do with the grand scheme of the others, but it was important to her. Now all she needed was the right male. This was the world of dreams, anything was possible. Her first candidate had, of course, been The Nightmare. He was pleasant to look at, he was powerful, it would be perfect. It would also be a bit of a risk, calculated, but a risk nonetheless. Thought was second on her list, someone connected with the waking world...what possibilities.
Roused, she opened one eye, the blue color blazing in her black face. They were indeed here, that hadn't taken long at all but her nap had been quite pleasant. She yawned, licked her nose, and flexed her paws, the claws hooking into the fabric of Thought's garment before she disengaged them. Abruptly she sneezed and immediately groomed her paws and face as she waited for the next move.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 2:44 pm
Ryan Jones – The Silver Knight
Time skip stuff
With a final brush stroke, Ryan dropped the brush into the jam jar that he used for water, turning it a mucky green. The scene had been one that he had painted before, though it had looked nothing like this before. What had been a wasteland desert only a week before was now a lush tropical rainforest, seemingly by magic. But that was the law of Etherea. If you could dream it, then things would change.
Moving to the fridge, he pulled out a bottle of mineral water, draining half the bottle before putting it down on the closest counter to open the window. Not that it changed the stuffy room any. The air outside was as lifeless as the inside. Closing his eyes, he focused his powers to cause a small breeze to spring up, though all that happened was the faintest of wafts from the window. As small as it was, it was proof enough that the boundary between Earth and Etherea was weakening with every passing hour. Meaning that every hour in the dream world would be important.
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Pulling his sword out of the nightmare, Ryan wiped it clean before dropping it into the holder on his hip. The dog-rat of a creature was slowly dissolving as they all did, and not for the first time, he wondered where the gloop went. Walking away from the mess, he covered his left eye with his hand and peered through the folds of space. An image floated out of the darkness, until it was about an arms reach away. Three digits flashed red against the blackness. Coming up one in the morning... That makes the hunt only an hour long. Not too bad. Now, where next?
Feeling no more nightmares in this section, he instead looked for other knights or even one of his few dream constructs. Picking up Emerald for the first time in years real time, Ryan decided to check up on the hazardous woman. Picturing the town that she was in, he closed his eyes and stepped forward through the space between dimensions, exiting onto the steps of the town hall. Shielding his eyes from the sun, he scanned the crowd for the tell tale signs of another knight.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 3:55 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt had to be him didn't it.... The city centre was bustling, people roaming all over, it was actually quite close to a real city, but every now and again someone would walk past with no trousers on, or there would be a super hero darting through the buildings... Gretel was on a mission though, she needed information on the nightmares... They seemed to be more numerous than a few months ago, actually they were increasing with every visit. " Info, info... I'll ask the plants I suppose." she though to herself and looked down at a small weed growing out from a crack below her feet. The small plant unravel more leaves in her presence and turned to face her, if it could have curtsied it probably would have but being so short it didn't have the stem length for it. " So, nightmares have been increasing, a lot... Know anything? " she said towards the ground which got her a few strange looks from passing dreamers. the plant shook gently and very quickly unfurled it's leaves in sequences that to untrained eyes, could easily just be the wind catching it. Gretel wasn't untrained though, she commanded the domain of the earth, encompassing rock, soil, and all that was bound to it such as plants. " I see... Well, spread my message! I want as much information as I can get... The more information, the more nightmares I can track down and slaugher...." she ordered to the little weed. The plant responded promptly, by transforming it's flower into a seed clock which was 'blown' into the air and scattered all around the immediate area. in turn there were more seeds blown from an alley near by, as there was from a plant anchored in a wall of a crumbly looking building, the message was on it's way to every cornet of Etheria... Gretel smiled at the little plant as it grew another flower and folded its leaves back up out of the way, it had done it's job, though she was still out of information... then, she felt an arrival... A light breeze kicking up confirmed her thoughts. That silver layabout was in the area. After a short walk Gretel found the guy she'd been looking for, Silver. She rounded the corned of an older building to find herself in front of the town hall, also quite an old building which was typically styled like a Greek acropolis, as many older important buildings were. " You look as useful as ever Silver... What are you doing ******** about here?" Gretel sneered. she wasn't a fan of the other knights... Silver irked her for being so laid back, like he couldn't care less... It was just laziness! she had issues about the other knights too, but they weren't here so they could wait... ☪
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 10:18 pm
♞▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬₭night Øf ₲rief▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬♞
Ønce a ₭night...
Ⱥlways a ₭night.
Ønce a ₦ightmare...
Ⱥlways a ₦ightmare.
 ♞▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Ðarragh Ø'฿reian▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬♞
Grief kept his head bowed and his face in his hands, drips of black slipping between his fingers as he continued to cry. Clouds seemed to roll in, and he shifted a little in his spot. Though he was Grief, with sorrow and hopelessness being his very core, there were pieces of him that were still what he had been as a Knight, and often he almost shied away from himself. He half wanted to flee to the waking world, where his emotions were a little more in control, and he felt a little more balanced.
On the other hand... He felt so strong like this. Unless someone tried taking away his grief, he felt he could go about anywhere without worry... to show everyone why there was reason for tears, for sorrow... That hope was just a fragile guess. As a Knight, he had never felt anything quite like this.
Slowly glancing up, Grief looked to their Master's lair, shoulders trembling. "He will not need us... Not want us... If we have not been used on the field yet, we are not useful..." Airbrón began to materialize again, as if he were getting ready to leave.
♞▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Bringer of Sorrow▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬♞
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