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dreamcrystals2023-01-09 08:01 pm
judicialassistant) wrote in dreamcrystals2023-01-09 08:01 pm
[02] three lies, one truth
Sender: Susato Mikotoba
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
Warning: Descriptions of death (specifically: falling/burning, stabbing, freezing, drowning) and the crippling fear that comes with that.
When Susato is first seen, she is nigh unrecognizable. There's only a glimpse of her. Her hair is frazzled, long well past her shoulders, and the white dress she wears, accented by pinks, does not match the grim darkness of the cage she is in. Seconds later, there's a loud metallic clang as the cage is shut.
There's movement like a shaky camera, and you... no, Susato is looking into the eyes of one man who looks almost surprised to see her. As if he hadn't been the one to put her there.
"Mr Vigil?"
The voice is small and cracks like glass over the flames below.
Before he can respond, there's the sound of a lever and a deafening scream as a feeling of terrifying weightlessness takes over your body.
You're falling, and you don't know when you'll stop.
* * * * *
Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
When the dream spits you out, you can taste a mixture of blood and dirt as you blink your eyes open. They sting like you've been crying, and when you bring your filthy hands up to look at them, you can see the pink of your kimono sleeves. The loops in your air feel looser and messier than usual as you can feel the terrifying glare of a man before you, bleeding and in chains, and yet no less threatening.
All around you are corpses. You just barely manage to struggle to your feet when he moves to strike you down with alarming quickness, his blade and scythe at his call. Something hard and sharp pierces your stomach as his voice booms:
"You will not tarnish... my brother's memory...!"
You were so close. You can see some of the broken chains you worked so hard at; he was almost free.
But it's too late.
A laughter seems to be coming from the noble in the portrait behind the Reaper, and an eerie red glow bleeds out from the canvas as your consciousness fades.
* * * * *
The laughter transforms into something else, another voice. It is almost pleasant; and the scene is entirely different now. A gorgeous ballroom surrounds you with an air of celebration, you are humbled, taking the man before you in a dance. Here is the face that everyone says you can trust, and yet you can hear suspicious whispers coming from the walls.
Something is wrong.
You feel cold in a way that is inexplicable. Your very core is frozen, and it feels like you will never get warm. suddenly it's a struggle just to move with the music; but eventually you stop listening to that, too.
"Don't struggle." The king pulls you close in what is most certainly a threatening manner. Beneath your gloves, your fingers have already become ice. "Your death is inevitable now. Accept it with grace, and don't scream."
But even if you wanted to, you can't.
Pathetic gurgles escape your throat as ice travels up your chest and your neck. A piece of your white hair falls across your face, but when you go to brush it away, your hands won't move. Nothing will.
There is stillness. For a moment, you have hope, because you can still move your terrified, wide eyes, but soon that too is gone.
* * * * *
In that moment, you're not able to look at anything else.
Your neck is craned upwards and suddenly, the dream has shifted one final time. You're staring at the surface of the freezing cold water from below, unable to breathe, but the Gods above have mercy on you, and it doesn't last long. A glaring white starts to creep into the corners of your vision, filling everything in haze, and the dream ends as suddenly as it began.
* * * * *
[ Back in the comparative comforts of her home, Susato awakes with a start. She gasps for breath like she's just been held underwater, sitting up and gripping at her blankets. For all she knows, they are her lifeline. She is shaking, the faded memories of dreamscapes past rushing back to her, and she feels her arm knock something off the bed she's on.
......All she can do is breathe. ]
(( ooc: tl;dr, just a fun throwback to the fun deaths i've been able to put her through this past year. <3 please assume delayed responses where appropriate/etc. ))
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
Warning: Descriptions of death (specifically: falling/burning, stabbing, freezing, drowning) and the crippling fear that comes with that.
When Susato is first seen, she is nigh unrecognizable. There's only a glimpse of her. Her hair is frazzled, long well past her shoulders, and the white dress she wears, accented by pinks, does not match the grim darkness of the cage she is in. Seconds later, there's a loud metallic clang as the cage is shut.
"Mr Vigil?"
The voice is small and cracks like glass over the flames below.
Before he can respond, there's the sound of a lever and a deafening scream as a feeling of terrifying weightlessness takes over your body.
You're falling, and you don't know when you'll stop.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
All around you are corpses. You just barely manage to struggle to your feet when he moves to strike you down with alarming quickness, his blade and scythe at his call. Something hard and sharp pierces your stomach as his voice booms:
"You will not tarnish... my brother's memory...!"
You were so close. You can see some of the broken chains you worked so hard at; he was almost free.
But it's too late.
A laughter seems to be coming from the noble in the portrait behind the Reaper, and an eerie red glow bleeds out from the canvas as your consciousness fades.
Something is wrong.
You feel cold in a way that is inexplicable. Your very core is frozen, and it feels like you will never get warm. suddenly it's a struggle just to move with the music; but eventually you stop listening to that, too.
"Don't struggle." The king pulls you close in what is most certainly a threatening manner. Beneath your gloves, your fingers have already become ice. "Your death is inevitable now. Accept it with grace, and don't scream."
But even if you wanted to, you can't.
Pathetic gurgles escape your throat as ice travels up your chest and your neck. A piece of your white hair falls across your face, but when you go to brush it away, your hands won't move. Nothing will.
There is stillness. For a moment, you have hope, because you can still move your terrified, wide eyes, but soon that too is gone.
In that moment, you're not able to look at anything else.
Your neck is craned upwards and suddenly, the dream has shifted one final time. You're staring at the surface of the freezing cold water from below, unable to breathe, but the Gods above have mercy on you, and it doesn't last long. A glaring white starts to creep into the corners of your vision, filling everything in haze, and the dream ends as suddenly as it began.
[ Back in the comparative comforts of her home, Susato awakes with a start. She gasps for breath like she's just been held underwater, sitting up and gripping at her blankets. For all she knows, they are her lifeline. She is shaking, the faded memories of dreamscapes past rushing back to her, and she feels her arm knock something off the bed she's on.
......All she can do is breathe. ]
(( ooc: tl;dr, just a fun throwback to the fun deaths i've been able to put her through this past year. <3 please assume delayed responses where appropriate/etc. ))
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When has Ryunosuke ever been able to resist heckling the grieving with his nosiness?]Ah... Well that's certainly unfortunate. [Poor Lord van Zieks.] I wonder... Do you think it would be overstepping to put a stone out in the garden for him?
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......Yeah, that's probably good. Susato seems to tilt her head, as if she hadn't quite thought of that before now. ]
Actually, I think that is a wonderful idea. I'll speak to Kazuma about it, as I think they were acquainted as well.
[ Though her expression turns thoughtful a moment later. Should she also ask Lord van Zieks himself? She wonders if the man has even seen the garden, or whether he would appreciate such a thing. ]
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Ryunosuke smiles briefly and nods, glad to see his idea isn't a terrible one. His thoughts are drifting elsewhere, though... Back to the nightmare that brought them both down here in the first place. His happy expression fades slowly.]
You'll have to forgive me, as I know it's not my place to pry, but... I recall there were other faces in your dream as well. At least one of which I recognized very well...
[What was up with that Daley Vigil?]
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[ ...Susato, having appeared slightly distracted until that moment, looks at him as his words slowly register. Which face? It truly had been a while since she's talked about poor Daley Vigil, but the truth is that his dreamscape and Lord van Zieks' had happened in the same month. ]
Oh. Yes, of course... You mean Mr Vigil, don't you?
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[Strange to think, when he personally scarcely knows Mr Vigil beyond his involvement in that final case in London.]
But if that's the case then, why...?
[Why was he there when you died?]
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I dreamwalked into his prison, and he was merely doing his job. I didn't really question it. [ Why she was there, the crime she'd committed, or why she was wearing that. ]
In fact... I don't think I was quite myself at all.
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[He hasn't gone through all those storybook missions yet, at this point in time. So the concept is fairly foreign to him. And an unsettling one, to boot... He has to suppress a shudder.]
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[ Was she possessed? For all the impossible things she's seen in Reverein, she'd never considered it. Not that it matters much anymore. The details are fuzzy at best aside from what small glimpse her subconscious has shown here.
Before that cage, she remembers being in a cell, but that felt like a different place entirely. ]
I don't remember much. Just that I missed Iris... very much.
[ Iris... ]
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Well, that’s understandable, of course…
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She sighs into her teacup, which has become empty. ]
Well, no matter now. Perhaps it would be better for me to focus on other things.
[ There is reading, of course, which she would happily do, but that doesn't make for very good company. But they do happen to be in a kitchen... ]
How would you like to help me bake something, Mr Naruhodo?
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...I would love to, Miss Susato.
[Whatever she needs him to do, he'll be more than happy to help. And having something tasty to eat at the end of this distraction is great as an additional motivator, of course.]
🎀
Susato grins, thinking about how refreshing it is that he will be herassistant for a change; and then she will take their empty teacups to the sink and take a glimpse of their various cookbooks, of which there are likely plenty. ]
Let's see...
[ Something else, too, is that it'll be nice to have something ready for Kazuma (and Mr 76) when they wake up. So she settles on a recipe for fruit muffins that require them pluck some of the berries from their garden. It's a nice, refreshing walk, and she's able to check on all the animals as well while she's at it, too.
While they're waiting for the muffins to bake, she might finally doze off once more; but at least when she does, it will be with a sweet aroma that seeps into her dreams. ]