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paixaorpg2007-02-15 08:53 pm
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Dreamscapes (complete)
Characters: Valerie, Misha and Dan.
Content: Valerie in dreamworld and some visitors.
Setting:Haja o Que Houver, Vanaheim, night time.
Warnings: Trauma, drama and other 'auma's applicable
After checking on Misha and leaving her the muffin she hadn’t eaten (she’d gotten too full) Valerie hopped into bed.
Valerie had thought that a good night’s sleep would put everything in perspective. She was well fed, drowsy, and had a really good time just eating with Danny. A part of her was happy she could keep an eye on him now: she got the feeling that he hadn’t been in a very good frame of mind the past few days. She was still, of course, forcing herself to forget about Dan. He was messaging her outright now, and was doing the same with Misha. She had to make sure that Danny never heard a word of it, and intended to keep it that way. This included thinking too much of Dan before bed.
Her subconscious, however, was a different story.
It started out the way it always did: she was at the Nasty Burger, at the site of the explosion. She’d gone there the day after the accident, and had stared at the wreckage, and had looked into the sky that day, wondering what went wrong. In the dream there was still the smell and smoke coming from the place much like that day: the firemen had been there, but this sort of thing always happened after an explosion and fire like that. She was walking through bits and pieces of what was once a family restaurant: the head of the mascot for the drive-thru, a piece of a table, some strewn condiments full of so many preservatives not even an explosion could reduce it to liquefy. Valerie kept on walking as if in a trance, and then she saw him, somewhere in-between a broken booth, shivering. He was pale and blood and dirt matted his face, but she’d know him anywhere. She moved the booth out of the way, but his back was to her, and he didn’t even respond. She moved to put her hand to his back, and heard the scream, half in anguish, half in anger.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!”
“Danny? Please! Snap out of it!”
Content: Valerie in dreamworld and some visitors.
Setting:Haja o Que Houver, Vanaheim, night time.
Warnings: Trauma, drama and other 'auma's applicable
After checking on Misha and leaving her the muffin she hadn’t eaten (she’d gotten too full) Valerie hopped into bed.
Valerie had thought that a good night’s sleep would put everything in perspective. She was well fed, drowsy, and had a really good time just eating with Danny. A part of her was happy she could keep an eye on him now: she got the feeling that he hadn’t been in a very good frame of mind the past few days. She was still, of course, forcing herself to forget about Dan. He was messaging her outright now, and was doing the same with Misha. She had to make sure that Danny never heard a word of it, and intended to keep it that way. This included thinking too much of Dan before bed.
Her subconscious, however, was a different story.
It started out the way it always did: she was at the Nasty Burger, at the site of the explosion. She’d gone there the day after the accident, and had stared at the wreckage, and had looked into the sky that day, wondering what went wrong. In the dream there was still the smell and smoke coming from the place much like that day: the firemen had been there, but this sort of thing always happened after an explosion and fire like that. She was walking through bits and pieces of what was once a family restaurant: the head of the mascot for the drive-thru, a piece of a table, some strewn condiments full of so many preservatives not even an explosion could reduce it to liquefy. Valerie kept on walking as if in a trance, and then she saw him, somewhere in-between a broken booth, shivering. He was pale and blood and dirt matted his face, but she’d know him anywhere. She moved the booth out of the way, but his back was to her, and he didn’t even respond. She moved to put her hand to his back, and heard the scream, half in anguish, half in anger.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!”
“Danny? Please! Snap out of it!”
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He growled a bit, gritting his fanged teeth together in pain to prevent screaming, but found that when it was all over, the pain lingered somewhat. He looked up, and found that...he was two people. It was like having a clone, except instead of having transformed at will, they were stuck in the same exact forms Phantom and Plasmius had been in from before the fusing.
Phantom Dan, as it was best to describe it, stood and walked over to the two, frowning immensely. Plasmius Dan still curled up on the ground, coping with the aftereffects.
"I won't be going easy on you two anymore," he said angrily. His voice, strangely enough, sounded just like Phantom's had back then, somewhat even melancholy, but much more fearsome than anything else. "You'd best be watching out for yourselves." And, as if his "good-natured" personality returned (if his regular personality could be called that), he smirked once more at Danny, hidden by the two girls.
He turned back, grabbed Plasmius Dan by the collar of his cape, and flew off in a fit of rage at 359 miles an hour.
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Valerie opened her mouth to say something-she wanted to, and there was an awful lot to say and think about- but what came out was a choked sob and she walked over to the girl and put her arms around her. There was no other way of trying to interpret what had just happened other than summarizing: Dan had come, that darkness had wanted them both, and Misha, who she kept stupidly thinking needed to be defended all the time had saved them, even if it was a dream. She closed her eyes and sighed: how that little girl had managed to make her feel like she did was still beyond her comprehension.
She laughed quietly, and looked at Misha. "Well," She said softly, "there's another power I guess I didn't expect. You really are an angel, aren't you?"