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dreamcrystals2022-03-10 07:40 am
lonelysmiles) wrote in dreamcrystals2022-03-10 07:40 am
A Day in the After Life (Part 2)
Sender: Alastor
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
Warnings: It takes place in Hell, and Hell is not a nice place. Also, this upcoming series of periodic dreams is based on the official Alastor comic with this post covering page three and four. The viewer is taking Alastor's place, directly seeing what he sees, feeling what he feels, and thinking what he thinks, so unless you want to potentially traumatize your character with experiencing the afterlife in Hell as a cannibalistic serial killer deer demon, you might wanna pass.
[You've been walking for a while and are starting to get hungry. You cast your eyes about, coming across a quaint little cafe with a fenced-in patio. It looks downright pleasant, like something one might see on Earth but surrounded by bars, strip clubs, and other debauchery. You decide that here is a good place for a snack.]
[Another Sinner -- one who'd taken a draconic form -- is about to enter but he stops and starts to sweat when he sees you. He opens the door for you, gesturing for you to go first even as his knees knock and his smile is too terrified to be genuine. You thank him, enter, and the door shuts behind you. A quick glance back shows the last bit of the dragon's tail as he flees.]
[Looks like you have the place to yourself.]
[The fish demon at the counter is sweating bullets as you place your order: a simple black coffee with a plate of deviled eggs. You request to sit on the patio as he makes your coffee, and he gives a jerky nod and promises to bring the deviled eggs out to you as he passes you the drink. You purchase a newspaper from the little in-shop stand, go out onto the patio, and take a seat.]
[It's nice. There's even a little rosebush in addition to the neatly-trimmed hedges. And you're not alone out here. A pair of Hellish birds are perched on the fence: one with inky black feathers and red eyes; the other with dark gray feathers and white eyes. It's nice to have a little company for a snack even if conversation isn't an option.]
[The barista comes out soon enough, trying to keep as much distance between you and him as possible in case you decide you're craving sushi. (Not today.) He leaves the plate of eggs on the edge of the table and bolts back inside.]
[You pop the first of the deviled eggs into your mouth. These really are quite good. You pick up another one but toss it to the birds.]
Here you go, you filthy scavengers, enjoy!
[The gray bird reaches the egg first and begins eating as you watch with a bright smile. The black bird, however, snarls at its former companion, opening its mouth to bare its fangs. It attacks the gray bird, tearing it to ribbons and consuming both its flesh and what's left of the deviled egg as you watch with cruel glee.]
[You take your time over the coffee and the rest of the deviled eggs, tossing another one to the victor of the little skirmish. You leave enough money for both the snack and the tip on the table and leave the establishment, making sure to pass by the patio again as you continue down the street. The barista is being attacked by the gore-covered black bird, holding up the small plate in a pitiful attempt at shielding himself. His cries of pain and fear blend with the black bird's enraged cries.]
[What a beautiful sound.]
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
Warnings: It takes place in Hell, and Hell is not a nice place. Also, this upcoming series of periodic dreams is based on the official Alastor comic with this post covering page three and four. The viewer is taking Alastor's place, directly seeing what he sees, feeling what he feels, and thinking what he thinks, so unless you want to potentially traumatize your character with experiencing the afterlife in Hell as a cannibalistic serial killer deer demon, you might wanna pass.
[You've been walking for a while and are starting to get hungry. You cast your eyes about, coming across a quaint little cafe with a fenced-in patio. It looks downright pleasant, like something one might see on Earth but surrounded by bars, strip clubs, and other debauchery. You decide that here is a good place for a snack.]
[Another Sinner -- one who'd taken a draconic form -- is about to enter but he stops and starts to sweat when he sees you. He opens the door for you, gesturing for you to go first even as his knees knock and his smile is too terrified to be genuine. You thank him, enter, and the door shuts behind you. A quick glance back shows the last bit of the dragon's tail as he flees.]
[Looks like you have the place to yourself.]
[The fish demon at the counter is sweating bullets as you place your order: a simple black coffee with a plate of deviled eggs. You request to sit on the patio as he makes your coffee, and he gives a jerky nod and promises to bring the deviled eggs out to you as he passes you the drink. You purchase a newspaper from the little in-shop stand, go out onto the patio, and take a seat.]
[It's nice. There's even a little rosebush in addition to the neatly-trimmed hedges. And you're not alone out here. A pair of Hellish birds are perched on the fence: one with inky black feathers and red eyes; the other with dark gray feathers and white eyes. It's nice to have a little company for a snack even if conversation isn't an option.]
[The barista comes out soon enough, trying to keep as much distance between you and him as possible in case you decide you're craving sushi. (Not today.) He leaves the plate of eggs on the edge of the table and bolts back inside.]
[You pop the first of the deviled eggs into your mouth. These really are quite good. You pick up another one but toss it to the birds.]
Here you go, you filthy scavengers, enjoy!
[The gray bird reaches the egg first and begins eating as you watch with a bright smile. The black bird, however, snarls at its former companion, opening its mouth to bare its fangs. It attacks the gray bird, tearing it to ribbons and consuming both its flesh and what's left of the deviled egg as you watch with cruel glee.]
[You take your time over the coffee and the rest of the deviled eggs, tossing another one to the victor of the little skirmish. You leave enough money for both the snack and the tip on the table and leave the establishment, making sure to pass by the patio again as you continue down the street. The barista is being attacked by the gore-covered black bird, holding up the small plate in a pitiful attempt at shielding himself. His cries of pain and fear blend with the black bird's enraged cries.]
[What a beautiful sound.]