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Once upon a dream... (4th Wall Event/TDM Combo platter)
[((OOC note: This fourth wall is open to any character who would be game legal. If a character who posted here reserves or apps in September, these threads can be considered game canon as long as all involved agree. If a character doesn't app, for those in game already... wow that was a weird dream. Wait, what did you dream about again?))]
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For Jordan, still comatose after the magical mishap that had resulted in the first Misrecalled being summoned, it began with a dream. A dream so strong, that it had her stirring fitfully even in her current state; and eventually caused her to release an uncontrolled burst of magic.
For everyone else, unaware of what was coming, it began with falling asleep. Whether or not someone was tired before hand, whether they even could sleep, they simply fell asleep - or a reasonable facsimile - wherever they happened to be. Maybe they remembered falling asleep, maybe they didn't. But either way they suddenly found themselves in... a very strange place.
First all there was that they could see was a vast featureless plain in shining gold and silken draperies. But that was only a glimpse, for just by existing in this space, each dreamer warps it. Changes it. Not all at once, but bits, constantly changing between them and whomever they encounter. Each person brings with them bits of three places... where they had been last, a familiar place from memory, and whatever place they call home. But this is constantly changing and shifting, more so the more dreamers are present in any space. Before long, Bits of different landscapes, different environments, even different weather conditions will cover the landscape like some crazy patchwork quilt. Here a bit of a sunny, idyllic garden, there a section of shadowy, graffiti covered slum. To one side, a chunk of charming cobblestone streets under sunset tinged skies, to the other, a forest of towering trees, some of which seem to be moving. And glimpsed through the gaps between some of the odd terrain sections, some remainder of the poorly defined golden space, hung with colorful draperies could still be seen.
And the ground itself was not immune to the changes. While the ground on which they stood might seem stable enough, if someone walked more than a few paces in any direction, that could change. Solid ground could become shifting sand. Or water. Or a wall might suddenly appear to block their path. Doors might lead to places they definitely shouldn't or open to the edge of a sheer cliff. And if the complete lack of logic to the landscape wasn't enough of an indication that this was some sort of dream, then the unreadable signs would clinch it. Because any signs - or indeed, anything with writing on it that they didn't have on their person when they arrived - was covered with nothing but unreadable gibberish.
And it got even more surreal when a dreamer spotted anyone else in the dreamspace, or even looked at their own reflection - for each person appears in the dream in whatever way they see themselves. So someone with low self confidence might be short, someone with a huge ego might tower. If someone sees themselves as a horrible criminal who needs to repent, they might be in prison togs. If the change is dramatic enough people who know each other well might still fail to recognize each other within the dreaming.
Now normally such a bizarre dream might have been put down to stress, a meal that disagreed with them, or maybe indulging in some sort of illicit substance, but this clearly was no ordinary dream, if for no other reason than that in this dream, they weren't alone. The other people they encounter are not just figments of their imagination, and they too change the shared dream space.
Those already either on the Isle or in the kingdom of Auradon proper would find themselves all thrown together in the bizarre dreamworld. And that would have been strange enough. But more than the current populations of Auradon and the Isle could be found in this place. Maybe the faces where familiar. Maybe they weren't. But they definitely hadn't turned up in the physical world that was home to Ben and Mal. Yet anyway.
Given the extremely variable geography, exploring the area might be dangerous. At least as dangerous as anything in a dream could be. But investigating might help them find a way back to the physical world faster, for those who realize they are dreaming. Or they could just stand around and talk or complain about the latest bit of magical weirdness to happen to them and hope they woke up soon. Or they could go with it and enjoy the weird. It was their dream, after all. They could pretty much do what they liked. Or at least try to. Either way, they seemed stuck there for the present, for better or worse.
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For Jordan, still comatose after the magical mishap that had resulted in the first Misrecalled being summoned, it began with a dream. A dream so strong, that it had her stirring fitfully even in her current state; and eventually caused her to release an uncontrolled burst of magic.
For everyone else, unaware of what was coming, it began with falling asleep. Whether or not someone was tired before hand, whether they even could sleep, they simply fell asleep - or a reasonable facsimile - wherever they happened to be. Maybe they remembered falling asleep, maybe they didn't. But either way they suddenly found themselves in... a very strange place.
First all there was that they could see was a vast featureless plain in shining gold and silken draperies. But that was only a glimpse, for just by existing in this space, each dreamer warps it. Changes it. Not all at once, but bits, constantly changing between them and whomever they encounter. Each person brings with them bits of three places... where they had been last, a familiar place from memory, and whatever place they call home. But this is constantly changing and shifting, more so the more dreamers are present in any space. Before long, Bits of different landscapes, different environments, even different weather conditions will cover the landscape like some crazy patchwork quilt. Here a bit of a sunny, idyllic garden, there a section of shadowy, graffiti covered slum. To one side, a chunk of charming cobblestone streets under sunset tinged skies, to the other, a forest of towering trees, some of which seem to be moving. And glimpsed through the gaps between some of the odd terrain sections, some remainder of the poorly defined golden space, hung with colorful draperies could still be seen.
And the ground itself was not immune to the changes. While the ground on which they stood might seem stable enough, if someone walked more than a few paces in any direction, that could change. Solid ground could become shifting sand. Or water. Or a wall might suddenly appear to block their path. Doors might lead to places they definitely shouldn't or open to the edge of a sheer cliff. And if the complete lack of logic to the landscape wasn't enough of an indication that this was some sort of dream, then the unreadable signs would clinch it. Because any signs - or indeed, anything with writing on it that they didn't have on their person when they arrived - was covered with nothing but unreadable gibberish.
And it got even more surreal when a dreamer spotted anyone else in the dreamspace, or even looked at their own reflection - for each person appears in the dream in whatever way they see themselves. So someone with low self confidence might be short, someone with a huge ego might tower. If someone sees themselves as a horrible criminal who needs to repent, they might be in prison togs. If the change is dramatic enough people who know each other well might still fail to recognize each other within the dreaming.
Now normally such a bizarre dream might have been put down to stress, a meal that disagreed with them, or maybe indulging in some sort of illicit substance, but this clearly was no ordinary dream, if for no other reason than that in this dream, they weren't alone. The other people they encounter are not just figments of their imagination, and they too change the shared dream space.
Those already either on the Isle or in the kingdom of Auradon proper would find themselves all thrown together in the bizarre dreamworld. And that would have been strange enough. But more than the current populations of Auradon and the Isle could be found in this place. Maybe the faces where familiar. Maybe they weren't. But they definitely hadn't turned up in the physical world that was home to Ben and Mal. Yet anyway.
Given the extremely variable geography, exploring the area might be dangerous. At least as dangerous as anything in a dream could be. But investigating might help them find a way back to the physical world faster, for those who realize they are dreaming. Or they could just stand around and talk or complain about the latest bit of magical weirdness to happen to them and hope they woke up soon. Or they could go with it and enjoy the weird. It was their dream, after all. They could pretty much do what they liked. Or at least try to. Either way, they seemed stuck there for the present, for better or worse.
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[He isn't sure if he really believes that, but at the same time it was kind of funny regardless. To imagine that to be the reason for Terra's hair style. That he was that keen to stay taller than Ven, the shortest and youngest of the trio. She has to be teasing, Ven figures, though it does get a giggle from him when she winks.]
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[As much as he might try to tame it. As much as he might wish his hair were neater. The same could be said if someone else was to attempt to tame his hair and straighten it out more. If he had to look presentable, more formal, anyone would struggle if they were trying to figure his hair.]
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Then she sighed. "I know this is a dream but... does it make me terribly selfish if I wish I didn't have to wake up?" she asked in a soft whisper, a haunted look slipping into her eyes at this moment of selfishness. A single tear ran down her face. She didn't notice it.
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[He shifts, his head tilting slightly as be gives her a small smile. Ven does at least want to be here for her while he could. Whether he was still around when she wakes up might not be assured but at the least, he was here now. May as well make the most of it, whatever was to come afterwards, he figures.]
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Didn't stop her... from always having to say goodbye. From always having to leave. This Ven, she was sure, like all the others... he had an Aqua waiting for him. An Aqua that... wasn't her.
Another tear fell despite her smile.
She stood. "We shouldn't waste what time we have." She summoned her Keyblade. "Have you been practicing?"
When in doubt, a good workout chased away the sad thoughts.
For a little while, at least.
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Course.
[He, of course, moves to strike first to start their spar, as he probably almost always does.]
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"That the best you can do now, Ven?" she teased gently.
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[Not that he wants to go all out and potentially hurt her, but. They've figured that balance for the most part. In generally only maybe getting minor scrapes or such from sparring, in having figured that balance of getting a workout, not getting rusty, keeping each other in shape and on their toes without fully exhausting themselves. It comes from years of sparring together, and against Terra for that matter.
He withdraws slightly when she blocks,before leaping forwards and striking again, this time lower.]
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When he went low, she jumped up and tried for over, a hand on the top of his head to propel herself behind him.
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A tricky bit of athletics. A second off and...
Yeah, she was a second off. One of her hands hit his blade, but the other hand missed and she hadn't pressed fast enough... his blade slammed into her hand, sending her rolling back across the ground.
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[Ven hadn't meant for her to get thrown back like that, and he pauses, dismissing his weapon as he approaches to check on her. To make sure she was alright. That her hand was okay, that she hadn't gotten hurt rolling back like that. He's prepared to cure her if he needs to to help.]
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[That was the main thing. It hadn't looked too bad, and they often have sustained minor injuries in the past from sparring together, but even so. He wanted to check and be sure she was alright. Once he assesses that, that she cures herself and seems to reassure him, he seems to relax a little more again.]
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[He instinctively returns the hug easily, before she teases him and he grins right back. Of course Ven is aware there would always be some difference between them. He hadn't been training for so long, is younger than they are. At least, they all assume. So it makes sense he might not quite be at the level of her or Terra, in taking the Mastery exam yet and all. He can tell she is just teasing, but it still has him summoning his Keyblade again to leap to strike again, aiming for her chest.]
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Instead of raising her Keyblade, she hit her gem for her armor. But her armor didn't cover her. Instead a shield in the colour and pattern of her armor appeared on her arm, going from her feet to just under her eyes.
She grinned, Keyblade in her other hand. "That the best you got?" she teased, wondering if Ven would want to ask about the shield first... or test himself against it. She was pretty sure she knew which it would be, but he'd surprised her before.
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[He replies to her teasing, her taunting. Ven just obviously isn't going all out with them just sparring like this together. He does pause when she hits the gem, as he sees the shield? A barrier? Seem to come up in front of her like that. He tentatively reaches out, with his hand rather than the Keyblade, to see if he could reach through. He isn't sure if he might manage to break through it with his Keyblade or not.]
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[How did she figure that? Of course they already have their armour but this was different. This would help even more with defense. Maybe he and Terra could learn to do that too? He isn't of course sure how it works but if she could do it. There might be a chance? That he and Terra could as well?]
Could I learn this too?
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[He's not necessarily familiar with such technology. If that is what it is. What he assumes it is. Ven blinks, his eyes widening all the more when she changes these nanobots to become a second keyblade.]
Whoa! It can change like that too? I thought it was just a barrier?
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