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 Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 12:30 am
[ Kyle : Dining Car ]
Kyle opened the door to the Dining Car, only to almost jump out of his skin at the sight of Joe still in his booth. Kyle was always a bit jumpy; moreso when he wasn't fully mentally functional, like a defensive mechanism for those times he couldn't be aware of his surroundings. It made for some embarrassing moments on Earth.
"Stayed here, I take it," Kyle muttered, walking into the car and toward the fridge, where he pulled out a gallon of chocolate milk, which he began to pour into a glass from the cupboard. "Did you- did you happen to dream? Out of curiosity, of course."
Kyle said this while pouring the milk, his head barely glancing over his shoulder at Joe nonchalantly, his voice (though groggy) having a hint of worry in the undertones.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 12:37 am
[Jenny :: Stable Car]
An angry squawk is what woke her first, followed by a less-than-pleased tug at her hair. Jenny tore her eyes open as she quickly sat up, her fingers still curled tightly around the plumage of her chocobo. She hurried to untangle her fingers from Tobias' feathers, her mind not yet cleared of her dream.
"I'm sorry boy, I didn't mean to hurt you," the mage murmured, half of her mind still occupied by the vivid dream. She found that her heart was still racing in her chest, the sound of it beating like a war drum in her head. Jenny burrowed her head into her chocobo's back, more gently this time. She couldn't even begin to fathom the fabric that composed her dream, as if strands of reality had gotten woven into the loom. The mage ran her fingers through Tobias' feathers one last time before she stood up, shakily. Her legs seemed cramped from spending the whole night tucked underneath her body. She didn't want to begin to think that the dream had scared her limbs stiff.
Jenny left a bundle of greens in apology before she exited the stable, shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts. The flutist tiptoed through the still silent Sleeping Car before opening the door to find Joe poking at his pizza looking as if he hadn't moved the entire night. Off by the fridge was Kyle, pouring himself a glass of chocolate milk which looked tempting.
"Ugh, worst dream...ever, Jenny grumbled as she closed the door behind her, running her hand through her disheveled hair in a futile attempt to tame it.
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AldrickZearse Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 12:43 am
[Joe: Dining Car]
The fighter looked up at Kyle, nodding, even if Kyle wasn't looking. "Yep, pretty much..."
Of course, when Kyle mentioned dreams, Joe went slightly on alert. No...just a coincidence. Had to be.
Jenny struck that thought down, though, upon her entering. Really, three bad dreams in a row? Could it be chance? Or...if it was what Joe was thinking, he'd be surprised, but not as surprised if he hadn't been thrusted into the KH world.
"A world taken by darkness, crying for help..." Joe watched them both. He had muttered it, as if mulling it over, but loud enough to see if they reacted as well. No reaction? Then he'd brush it off. A reaction? Then he'd definitely worry.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 12:49 am
[Alan :: Red Rose Deck -> Kitchen]
Alan awoke with a pounding head and stiff shoulder. The shoulder was an easy remedy (a few stretches serving to fix it). The head, not so much. He paced around the deck area where he had fallen asleep last night, then resolved to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and put his scattered thoughts in order. He was actually the first one up. Alan was usually a nocturnal being, but days spent in the wilderness had done a number on his sleep cycle. It's hard to navigate at night.
Let's see. . . I think it's pretty clear that wasn't a normal dream. At least, it didn't feel like a normal dream, for what it's worth. Hmm. . .
Alan reached the kitchen, and suddenly realized he was hungry. He hadn't eaten anything at all last night. Or, for that matter, all of yesterday.
Unfortunately, that vision fits in some way with basically all of my leading hypotheses. I mean, he had started dicing onions and tomatoes, I'll run through them. Let's start with the Earth-Original scenarios. If the world died . . . I guess I saw how it happened? First human darkness, then physical darkness, then . . . Them? Or if this is a Secret Test of Character, I guess it was a warning.
By now, Alan had begun frying the diced onions and tomatoes. He took out a bottle of cream, and set it in a pot to simmer along with with a handful of herbs and white wine to create a sauce.
Like, this is what's going to happen if you mess up. This is what you people have become. Or could become. Or something. That's true of the You are Dead and This is Purgatory hypothesis also, I guess, but in that case it would be more like the darkness inside of us. Or if it's an illusion, it could just be the illusionists messing with my head. Lovely. I love solipsism.
Aware of the growing sarcasm of his inner monologue, Alan, satisfied that the sauce was beginning to thicken, began the creation of the actual omelet. This kitchen was more fully stocked than he was used to. It was nice. One of the perks of living in the dreams of a dead world. Or something.
As for the Kingdom Hearts-Original scenarios . . . actually, that's a bit weird. It really seemed like the Heartless in that vision were created from the Earth's darkness. Or maybe they were attracted to it. I guess that would support the Earth is Kingdom Hearts hypothesis. And I guess it would go against the Earth is the World in Someone Specific's Heart hypothesis. I mean, could a single person's heart create multiple Heartless? But then, could a single person's heart create multiple people? Seems unlikely on the face of it. . .
The prototype omelet was finished. Sauce, onions, and tomatoes all remained in adequate quantities to duplicate the feat. Alan proceeded to repeat the process with the eggs several times until a satisfactory number of omelets were produced. Yes, there would be omelets this morning. There would be omelets indeed.
But then, that hypothesis was never really all that likely to begin with. Or is it? Bah, who knows. There's so little to go on.
Trying to reason everything out was Alan's way of preventing himself from confronting the enormity of his emotions.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 12:59 am
[ Kyle : Dining Car ]
Kyle immediately tensed upon Jenny's words, almost knocking over his glass of milk as he had to place the carton down, his hands immediately leaning on the counter for support, a string of curses under his breath.
"Not a dream, then," he seethed, hand once more gripping at the fabric of his chest. "I'm assuming we all had the same one- and my dreams are never so... so vibrant, regardless. That felt more like that thing that happened with my weapon... a Dive."
Without putting the milk away or picking up his glass, he turned to face the other two, his hair somewhat disheveled and curlier than usual, but his eyes bright and energetic; there was a wildness about the way his eyes gleamed, a lust for information-
"That was obviously earth, but- what was that flash? And why could we hear it?" he asked, glancing between the two questioningly. "Not even Sora heard his world's cry. What makes this any different, what's the variable here, besides our lack of Keyblade, why..."
Kyle released a sudden noise that sounded almost like 'gurblairg'.
"Of course, it's entirely possible I've become more delusional than usual," he said, interrupting himself, his head falling back lazily to stare at the ceiling. "Desperately reaching at straws. Typical crazy talk."
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 1:46 am
[Nick :: Red Rose Sleeping Compartment]
A loud yell. That's all that could be heard from the room where the mysterious Ivalician had awoken with a fright.
That dream...That was Earth! All of those people!
Mum...
Jayme...
All dead.
The blonde paled, and he quietly moved from his bedroom towards the kitchen, which took some time since he couldn't find his way around. He noticed one of their group members...making omelets? They smelled delicious. But he didn't want omelets. Oh no, his coffee addiction needed craving first. He reached for one of the shelves, then stopped mid reach.
Is there such a thing as coffee in Ivalice? Oh god, what did I do? Why did I not think of this sooner?!...Eh, screw it. I'm going to meditate on this. Maybe Seymour will magically show up and implant the knowledge into my mind. That would be interesting.
And with that final thought, the Lanista left the kitchen and went towards the ship's deck to hopefully see the rising sun.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 1:59 am
[Jenny :: Dining Car]
A look of worry quickly replaced any of Jenny's warring facial features. Both Joe and Kyle had the same dream as her? Was that at all possible? Of course, it was Kingdom Hearts. Who was she kidding? Jenny ran her hand through her hair one last time before she joined Kyle at the counter, reaching into the cupboard for a glass cup.
Turning around, Jenny leaned against the counter, bringing up her cup so that she let her chin casually rest against the rim of it. Her face settled down, appearing more thoughtful as she contemplated Kyle's words until she couldn't help but smile at the last bit. "Then it's highly plausible that we've all become more delusional than usual... although you're right, it did feel like a Deep Dive more so due to the fact that all three of us experienced it," Jenny responded quietly as she reached for the chocolate milk to pour herself a glass. "Ah, speaking of straws..." no way was she drinking a glass of chocolate milk without a straw, no siree. She opened the cupboard again to reach for the straws all the while trying to push the vivid images of Earth's destruction from her head to no avail.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 4:50 am
[Dawn : Sleeping Car -> Dining Car] [Cue : Night of the Legends]Dawn woke up with a jolt, the corners of her eyes were saturated with tears as others streamed down her face. "Did.." she mumbled as she curled her legs around her chest and put her forehead against her knees, "Did we really destroy Earth?" Dawn shook her head completely abandoning that thought. She didn't want such ideas in her head. Sides, it was only a dream. Dawn slowly started to get out of her bed. She left her glasses on the night stand by the bed. Her night gown changed automatically to her normal clothes as she stepped out of the room, but even the dressphere was unable to take away the tears that was slowly going down her face. She made her way into the Dining Car, she spotted Joe, Jenny and Kyle already deep in conversation. Dawn gave them a small wave, her head down as she made her way over to the counter, her head down,, using her hair as a shield to cover her face. The wind user didn't pay much attention to the words the three were saying. Her mind was rather oblivious this time of morning. She simply went into the cabinet and grabbed herself a clean glass. She was about to head to the fridge for something to drink, when she spotted the chocolate milk. Dawn stood at the counter, eyeing it, and motioned with her hand at the milk. Her silent way of asking if she could have some, and if so pass it on down...
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 8:50 am
[Cory .:. Hook's Ship .:. Cory's Quarters]
Cory opened his eyes and yawned before slowly sitting up in his bed. He sat there for a minute, trying to fix his hair as he calmly pondered the dream he'd just had. I'm no stranger to odd dreams, but this one seems to take the cake. He looked around his room, still half-asleep as he said, "The strangest thing about that dream was the lack of gore... Maybe I'm sick or something? I shouldn't have stayed up so late training..."
Cory got out of the bed and walked over to the cupboard, opening all of the drawers until he found one that had something other than potions and ethers. He pulled out the small bag of jerky and examined it for a moment before saying, "It's no apple, but I do love jerky."
[Hook's Ship .:. Deck]
Cory emerged onto the deck, a piece of jerky hanging from his mouth as he approached the railing of the ship. He stared out over the edge, noting the massive expanse of water and the island in the distance. "Huh. I guess we've reached Hawaii, then?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 9:31 am
[ Hook : Deck ]
"We got close, but those dogs pushed us back!" Hook shouted from the wheel, glaring toward the island with a snarl. "Fancy airships with guns practically blew us to smithereens! They shouted something about 'restricted air space'- rubbish, they just want the treasure for themselves!"
What Hook had failed to note, however, was the clearly inhuman design of the ship. As Cory looked toward the island, he would see small dots along the skyline of the volcano, flurries of gunfire between them. There was obviously an air battle of some sort going on over Hawaii.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 9:47 am
[Cory .:. Hook's Ship .:. Deck]
The rogue looked up to Hook as he spoke, then back to the island itself. "Fancy airships with guns, huh? And they've got a restricted airspace? You're right, that's a load right there." Indomitable Will began to emanate from Cory's body, the young man obviously getting pumped rather fast. "Well, then, Hook- I suppose you're lucky I'm here!" With a snap of his fingers, a small group of Ronin Heartless appeared around Cory, drawing their katana as Cory added, "I'm all fired up and ready to go. Do you want to drop me off, or should I just wreak havoc myself?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 10:05 am
[Amy : Red Rose]This is the way the world ends. Amy jolted up into a sitting position as the dream ended, a thin layer of cold sweat covering her.
"No." She stood up, too quickly. The world spun before her, and she dropped to a knee, grabbing the edge of the bed for support. "No, no, no, no." She pounded at the blankets, pulling them off the bed. Sobs escaped her, and she fell back onto the floor, her body instinctively curling into a fetal position as she cried.
Dad, Mom, Becky, Julia, Gracey... "In Kingdom Hearts, Sora's world was destroyed..."
Amy stopped sobbing, clinging to the blanket still. Her face was a mess, tear stained. She felt so very small.
"It was restored at the end of the game."
Those... those were her words. When she was talking to John. They were being repeated back to her, through a voice not her own. Her shaking stopped now, but still, she stayed on the floor a long time. Eventually, she wiped the tears from her face. God, why did she cry? The whole world could tell she had been crying for at least half an hour after she stopped. Her eyes were bloodshot and glazed, and ... gosh, now she was shallow enough to care about appearances at a time like this.
"They studied the taboo, the un-study-able. The heart."
She stood, stable, for the moment, and under control. The tears had stopped. That was good. Peaking out from the door, she saw no one in the hall. It was easy enough to sneak to the bathrooms, which she had noticed, oddly, in her sleep deprived state last night. She ducked in there now, and got to washing her face with cold water. The eyes, though... why did it have to be so blatantly obvious that she had been crying?
"It's a question of Heart. How will we face this?"
"With tears, apparently," Amy said aloud, talking to her reflection in the mirror. Tears and trembling and fear, and I hope nobody sees me like this.
"Sora did it with perpetual optimism. Makes you wonder if he was faking it just so he didn't cave under it all."
There was nothing for it, really. She would have to hide back here until her eyes stopped being so bloody blodshot. It was all so stupid. Why did she have to go and cry?
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 10:30 am
[John.:Red Rose:.John's Sleeping Room]
[Cue.:Night Hounds - Final Hour]
John awoke in a fright and suddenly, a harsh reality set upon him. The things that he loved that were near and dear to his heart were, as he feared were gone and dead. Acceptance of this fact, however, was not one he was ready to handle. A rage of uncertainty and confusion welled up inside him as he came to the conclusion that there was nothing left to fight for in his own mind. They had to be dead because he had never witnessed anything so graphic in his dreams in his entire life, nor had he remembered any of his dreams before this one.
John let out a primal scream as he slammed his fist down on his bed and continued to pound it with all of his anguish. Now, there was really nothing left for him. No one to come home to, for all the anguish he had overcome at Disney Castle was replaced by the hope that he would some day see all those that he once loved.
"Is this what you want me to do now huh?!?!" he screamed to the ceiling more or less at a god he believed abandoned him. "I've got nothing left and you're just up there laughing aren't ya?!?! You $#@!ing stupid p***k I hate you!" Wait a second here, calm down, it's only a dream, nothing-
"Stay out of my head!" and with that, in submission John plopped down on the edge of his bed and entered a new stage in his perception of reality. He cried softly to himself and stared at the floor.
Maybe you're right... please be right Ixion... you're really the only one I've got left...You have the others too.Ya... the others...Things can be fixed John. Persevere for my sake and for the sake of the others...
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 10:42 am
 [Stitch :: Hawaii/Angel Grove :: Volcano]
Stitch had been climbing the volcano for what seemed like a while since he was avoiding stray blasts that had come his way. The space pirates were at it again and Stitch was supposed to help the Galactic Council get rid of these pirates.
On that note, space pirates started to corner Stitch as they had found Stitch on the side of the Volcano. Stitch smiled and waved at them before jumping off of the mountain onto the deck of the ship . Stitch quickly went over to the glass and opened the hatch onto the ship. “Ooo!” Stitch shouted before grabbing the pirate piloting the ship and threw him right out of the ship.
Stitch laughed as he watched the space pirate fall all the way to the ground before starting his hijack of the ship. He turned the ship around and started heavy fire upon the space pirates loving how the ships blew up. “Goodbye!” he said as each ship he shot blew up. It would not be long until Stitch had defeated many of the space pirates ship’s without the space pirates knowing which ship was the one shooting down all of the rest.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 3:17 pm
[[Louis : The Train: Sleeping Car]]
Light poured into Louis' vision once more as he slowly opened his eyes, blinking once with eyes as mere slits of their usual size, Another dream?
Louis rolled over trying to go back to sleep, his usual sleeping habits sticking to him like glue, Will I even have a restful night sleep in this world?
Louis pulled his blanket up over his shoulder and buried the side of his head into his pillow further. His body was tired, but his mind was restless. He shifted some more then rolled over onto his other shoulder. A few moments later, he did so again then sighed and sat up quickly, Why does it always have to be this way?!
Louis seemed more upset not being able to sleep more so than his dream. He was used to strange, cryptic dreams, ever since he was little he had them, but the part about them that always bothered him was his inability to fall right back to sleep after having them.
Louis tossed off the blanket and stood up without trouble walking over to the door still wearing the same torn up clothing he had on the night before. He opened the door swiftly, but before closing it harshly behind him, he held it noticing he wasn't the only one in the room.
As he closed the door slowly, Louis sighed to himself, It seems I'm not the only one up at this hour at least.I hear some people talking in the dining car... Louis stopped an inch away from the door, memories of his twisted nightmares still looming heavilly on his mind, tugging at his nerves enough to make him hesitate, Could this be another dream? If I open this door... what will I see?
Does it matter? He asked himself after a moment of thought then opened the door prepared for anything. To his relief everything was as it shold have been, though an air hung in the room heavy enough to put wieght on his chest. He strolled in and sat down quietly, placing his head down on the table, still wanting to go right back to bed, Of all the things you could take from me... you take away my sleep... great way to start me off in a bad mood already.
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