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Sep. 5th, 2008
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rememberwhy.livejournal.com[Jet’s dream has shifted. He is now having a wet dream about cuntpunting Azula.
JK JK JK
Jet’s dream takes place in the treetops, in the Freedom Fighter hideout. Dream!Jet is standing in the centre, while all the old Freedom Fighters surround him. Smellerbee is on his left, Longshot on his right. Not too far away, Fire nation soldiers are marching towards a town; Jet’s childhood town. The soldiers will reach it soon.
Jet is giving a speech. It is the most fantastic, awe-inspiring, spirit lifting speech that you will ever hear. He speaks about bravery and selflessness, about the evils of tyranny, and the need to fight against it. He speaks about the wealth of courage he knows that lies within the heart of every Freedom Fighter; kids they might be, but they are strong, smart kids who aren’t going down without a fight. Everyone around him is listening in utter rapture, and you would too, if you walked into this dream. The only way you wouldn’t is if you hated Freedom, or didn’t care either way.
Jet’s voice is strong and loud and impassioned, and reaches its height at the end, where he yells:]
Remember what you live for! REMEMBER WHY YOU FIGHT!
[And all around him, a resounding, ear-splitting cry goes up, a cry of:]
FREEDOM!!
[And with that, the Freedom Fighters swarm onto the Fire Nation army, which has neared the borders of the town. They battle them, and against all odds, they win. Most soldiers are killed, some of them flee. The Freedom Fighters are unstoppable and untouchable.
After the battle is over, the townspeople come out to thank them for saving the village. Dream!Jet holds little!Jet on his shoulders, and there are two people smiling at him, looking so proud, two people that could only be his parents. Smellerbee slips an arm around Jet’s waist, and another around Longshot’s because Jet’s sub-consciousness ships SmellerJetShot.
And all around him are the Freedom Fighters, HIS Freedom Fighters, looking up at their leader with admiration and adoration. Slowly, a chant builds and rises, until everyone in the immediate area is shouting:]
JET! JET! JET! JET!
[He is their hero.
The dream loops, and begins again.
Not too far away, the real Jet sits in a tree with his journal open, watching the scene intently, over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over again.]
[ooc: b-bawwwww. feel free to come sit with Jet in his tree]
JK JK JK
Jet’s dream takes place in the treetops, in the Freedom Fighter hideout. Dream!Jet is standing in the centre, while all the old Freedom Fighters surround him. Smellerbee is on his left, Longshot on his right. Not too far away, Fire nation soldiers are marching towards a town; Jet’s childhood town. The soldiers will reach it soon.
Jet is giving a speech. It is the most fantastic, awe-inspiring, spirit lifting speech that you will ever hear. He speaks about bravery and selflessness, about the evils of tyranny, and the need to fight against it. He speaks about the wealth of courage he knows that lies within the heart of every Freedom Fighter; kids they might be, but they are strong, smart kids who aren’t going down without a fight. Everyone around him is listening in utter rapture, and you would too, if you walked into this dream. The only way you wouldn’t is if you hated Freedom, or didn’t care either way.
Jet’s voice is strong and loud and impassioned, and reaches its height at the end, where he yells:]
Remember what you live for! REMEMBER WHY YOU FIGHT!
[And all around him, a resounding, ear-splitting cry goes up, a cry of:]
FREEDOM!!
[And with that, the Freedom Fighters swarm onto the Fire Nation army, which has neared the borders of the town. They battle them, and against all odds, they win. Most soldiers are killed, some of them flee. The Freedom Fighters are unstoppable and untouchable.
After the battle is over, the townspeople come out to thank them for saving the village. Dream!Jet holds little!Jet on his shoulders, and there are two people smiling at him, looking so proud, two people that could only be his parents. Smellerbee slips an arm around Jet’s waist, and another around Longshot’s because Jet’s sub-consciousness ships SmellerJetShot.
And all around him are the Freedom Fighters, HIS Freedom Fighters, looking up at their leader with admiration and adoration. Slowly, a chant builds and rises, until everyone in the immediate area is shouting:]
JET! JET! JET! JET!
[He is their hero.
The dream loops, and begins again.
Not too far away, the real Jet sits in a tree with his journal open, watching the scene intently, over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over again.]
[ooc: b-bawwwww. feel free to come sit with Jet in his tree]
apologeticangel.livejournal.com[dream change~ Colette went back to her dreams to get her chakrams, only to find a different dream. Now you can see seven people all walking over a green plain. A tall boy with brown hair and red clothing leads the group, while chatting to a shorter boy with silver hair. Behind them hologram!Zelos seems to be arguing with an angry raven-haired ninja. Bringing up the end of the group, a tall woman with silver hair watches a muscular blue-haired man intently, who in turn is staring at a young girl with pink pigtails]
Is it really them? Lloyd! Genius! [sounds of running and then-- smack~]
Owwww, a wall? But I can hear them. How is this-- [a pause as she presumably tests this invisible wall] I guess it's part of the dream. [another sad pause] Oh... I understand.
Well at least this is better then my other dream!
Is it really them? Lloyd! Genius! [sounds of running and then-- smack~]
Owwww, a wall? But I can hear them. How is this-- [a pause as she presumably tests this invisible wall] I guess it's part of the dream. [another sad pause] Oh... I understand.
Well at least this is better then my other dream!
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Sep. 5th, 2008 02:01 pmofmist.livejournal.comPeople here are kind. Thank you to anyone who helped me with Mist. Even if it's not real, it wouldn't feel right to have just left it in ruins. I wonder how long it would really take to rebuild it...
The more I think about it, the more eager I am to get home. Somehow.
The more I think about it, the more eager I am to get home. Somehow.
ephemeralbridge.livejournal.com[Johan's dream is rather peaceful, despite taking place in what seems to be an abstract world... perhaps too peaceful, almost to the point of being lonely. There's no sound anywhere, and the silence is unnerving, almost deafening. The walls are made of crystal, somewhat like a cave, and various gems of various shapes and sizes are littered around the area. There's no floor to speak of, and looking down will be met only with the bird's-eye view of an abyss below. It's fairly dark, making the scene feel almost as though it's at the bottom of the ocean, and the effect is only enhanced by what little watery blue-green light does come in from above -- is it above? -- bouncing endlessly off every reflective crystal surface it hits. Johan is there, near the back, slumped against a crystalline wall; it's difficult to tell whether he's actually awake or not.
The atmosphere as a whole feels... dismal, though, even without any visual or aural hints of depression or discontent. One could speak, but it almost seems the silence will be louder than any sounds any person could make on their own. And doubts have begun to settle in, the only things that can overpower that silence...]
The atmosphere as a whole feels... dismal, though, even without any visual or aural hints of depression or discontent. One could speak, but it almost seems the silence will be louder than any sounds any person could make on their own. And doubts have begun to settle in, the only things that can overpower that silence...]
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Sep. 5th, 2008 06:56 pmnotcaged.livejournal.com[silence, except for the sound of the wind, eerie]
The greatest disillusionment comes from the greatest love.
I know this, yet I cannot tear myself away.
The greatest disillusionment comes from the greatest love.
I know this, yet I cannot tear myself away.
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Sep. 5th, 2008 07:46 pmlessthanstelar.livejournal.com[a sharp gasp and a flump of pillows flying]
I fell asleep! [More rustling as Subaru gets up and takes off running for his room] DiditchangediditchangediditchangemaybeIcanseethemagain--
[suddenly, there's a strong fragrance of flowers and sea spray from the journal. Subaru stands in his new dream, a violet setting sky reaching out above endlessly, and a familiar field of pink and yellow flowers sprawls below.]
Mom...? Dad...? Hey, anybody out here...! Hey...
[His calls grow fainter and less urgent until silencing altogether, replaced by the sound of faraway waves crashing on a shore. Without noticing- or particularly caring- Subaru has taken the place of his dream self, lying with half-lidded eyes in the bed of flowers with his arms around a similarly relaxed Tsukasa.]
I fell asleep! [More rustling as Subaru gets up and takes off running for his room] DiditchangediditchangediditchangemaybeIcanseethemagain--
[suddenly, there's a strong fragrance of flowers and sea spray from the journal. Subaru stands in his new dream, a violet setting sky reaching out above endlessly, and a familiar field of pink and yellow flowers sprawls below.]
Mom...? Dad...? Hey, anybody out here...! Hey...
[His calls grow fainter and less urgent until silencing altogether, replaced by the sound of faraway waves crashing on a shore. Without noticing- or particularly caring- Subaru has taken the place of his dream self, lying with half-lidded eyes in the bed of flowers with his arms around a similarly relaxed Tsukasa.]
Mask 41 - Are you a Bad Enough Dude?
Sep. 5th, 2008 11:32 pmrank1killer.livejournal.com[All this is recorded, but I'm describing it for the people who pop into the dream now. Shush you. More fighting sounds, as Travis is still in his dream. Then all of a sudden, he stops and...yet the fighting sounds continue on.]
...LUKE?! Wh-what the HELL!?
Travis! Time and- [And he catches a charging no-namer thug making a dash, and and kills him before he can attack Travis] -place, you idiot.
[And there is a pause where nothing happens, before Travis suddenly blocks a blow, and kills another thug. Cue beet-y explosion. And eventually, him and Luke are back to back, surrounded by OVER 9000 attackers]
So what the hell did you do to piss these guys off?!
They just showed up. Came knocking for a fight. Couldn't let my fans down.
Are you sure? Because I think I know what you did.
Oh yeah? What?
Come on! How could you forget? I swear. This is their hideout, Travis. You kicked in their front door and started going nuts! Not that these guys don't have it coming.
[And the scene does change from a white nothingness to a giant mountain based ninja-village like hideout with all the makings of a traditional bandits outfit. And the former punks are all now bandits and ninjas with cliched designs]
Whoa! HOLY FUCK! You're right. What the hell was I doing!?...Wait. Why the HELL AM I HERE?!
You forgot? [And look turns around and grabs him by the collar, before pointing at the super large and unsightly tower lingering over the compound] THEY'VE KIDNAPPED THE PRESIDENT! ARE YOU A BAD ENOUGH DUDE TO GO AND SAVE HIM?!
[And Travis doesn't bother asking how Luke knew that game, or why he made that reference, or why Luke fon Fabre wasn't acting like Luke fon Fabre normally would. And he doesn't care. He smiles big for a moment, before turning around and pointing at everyone with Tsubaki]
LISTEN UP, FUCKERS!
[They glance at each other, before striking awesome battle poses]
IT'S GAME TIME!!!!
[ooc: Okay. Luke fon Fabre, for those that know his character, was intentionally OOC because this is Travis' wonderfuck dream. However, just so you know, Travis' dream is now these two fighting thousands upon thousands of bandits and ninjas...and cyborg ninja bears with chainsaw nunchucks. Come join in on the insanity, AND HELP SAVE THE PRESIDENT!]
...LUKE?! Wh-what the HELL!?
Travis! Time and- [And he catches a charging no-namer thug making a dash, and and kills him before he can attack Travis] -place, you idiot.
[And there is a pause where nothing happens, before Travis suddenly blocks a blow, and kills another thug. Cue beet-y explosion. And eventually, him and Luke are back to back, surrounded by OVER 9000 attackers]
So what the hell did you do to piss these guys off?!
They just showed up. Came knocking for a fight. Couldn't let my fans down.
Are you sure? Because I think I know what you did.
Oh yeah? What?
Come on! How could you forget? I swear. This is their hideout, Travis. You kicked in their front door and started going nuts! Not that these guys don't have it coming.
[And the scene does change from a white nothingness to a giant mountain based ninja-village like hideout with all the makings of a traditional bandits outfit. And the former punks are all now bandits and ninjas with cliched designs]
Whoa! HOLY FUCK! You're right. What the hell was I doing!?...Wait. Why the HELL AM I HERE?!
You forgot? [And look turns around and grabs him by the collar, before pointing at the super large and unsightly tower lingering over the compound] THEY'VE KIDNAPPED THE PRESIDENT! ARE YOU A BAD ENOUGH DUDE TO GO AND SAVE HIM?!
[And Travis doesn't bother asking how Luke knew that game, or why he made that reference, or why Luke fon Fabre wasn't acting like Luke fon Fabre normally would. And he doesn't care. He smiles big for a moment, before turning around and pointing at everyone with Tsubaki]
LISTEN UP, FUCKERS!
[They glance at each other, before striking awesome battle poses]
IT'S GAME TIME!!!!
[ooc: Okay. Luke fon Fabre, for those that know his character, was intentionally OOC because this is Travis' wonderfuck dream. However, just so you know, Travis' dream is now these two fighting thousands upon thousands of bandits and ninjas...and cyborg ninja bears with chainsaw nunchucks. Come join in on the insanity, AND HELP SAVE THE PRESIDENT!]