don't go around tonight, it's bound to take your life

[iracorn]

Who: Ira and you
Which: Interactive Dream; Open
What: Ira's having Nightmares, Ira's spreading Nightmares. Nightmares for everyone!
Warnings: Might be some spooky stuff and violence



A - Nightmares

[Ira has been having nightmares.

It isn't that surprising, thinking about it. He was exposed to the Nightmare energy in the city, perhaps more than he should have been. To say nothing of the weights on his Heart. He knows the difference now, between what are his memories and what aren't, even if they still feel like they are. It's been a long road to walk.

There isn't a particular theme to this Nightmare. Indeed some of his worst fears have already been broadcast. But it is a Nightmare nonetheless.

Ira walks alone through distorted streets at night. The buildings, a mishmash of various towns and places, dark and tilted, some towering over him, others oddly shaped. He is lost, armed with a vague notion of where he is going but every turn seems to keep him away from where he desperately wants to go. It might be odd to call out in your own dream but he does. He needs helps.]


Where am I? Can someone help me?

...please...

[B - Night Mares]

[If Ira is able to escape his Nightmares, he is changed.

He's taken a similar form before, but this one perhaps seems more malevolent due to the excess energy. What enters your dream comes in a mass of black clouds and shadow. He moves within them, both a defined form and part of the shadow. A Unicorn of awesome size, with glowing red eyes and a slate grey horn. His mane and tail waving between navy blue and deep purple. It would be majestic were it not for the Darkness rolling off of him.

Whatever dream he enters is sure to become a Nightmare, as he stalks, slowly through.

A challenge is met with the pawing of the ground with his hoof and the horn lowering to a deadly angle.]

[C - A Shadowed Heart]

[Whether Ira is saved from his Nightmares or ultimately beaten back, it ends up in the same place. Some from his world may recognize it as a Station. A large pillar with a stained glass image that represents one's Heart.

Ira's Heart looks worn, there is shadow and cracks and places where it does not shine as brightly as it is meant to. One can see images, slightly cracked, of the other foretellers, of two hooded figures wearing very familiar coats, the image of a Unicorn that is his crest. Every so often, something seems to shift as some part of him tries to organize the memories that are his and aren't. There are places where it's been reinforced but there's also the sense that it needs more.

But it's a brief look, before everyone wakes up.

But if you've seen Ira's Heart, it might be worth reaching out. Or he will, once he's a little more awake]

[ooc: Looking to plot, want an additional starter, urbaninja]

Comments

[discourtesies]

[The danger he's been in the past ten years has proven itself useful, at least—and he's familiar enough with the movement of a horse to make half-decent predictions about the creature's path. That said, even if he's still far enough from the horn, he isn't prepared for the shadows that the intruder wields. As he attempts to dart out of the way of the diverted charge after his successful strike, the darkness crashes into his sword arm and tears through his glove and sleeve.]

...!

[Gritting his teeth, he manages not to lose hold of his sword, though his attempt to retreat to a more advantageous position, closer to the nearest fence, isn't quite as smooth as before. He doesn't know how to deal with those shadows, an isn't sure what else his enemy might be capable of...]

[iracorn]

[The Unicorn also takes a moment to regroup, stumbling for a moment and snorting through the pain of the injury. There's no real response to the shadows landing a hit.

Despite the injury, it lowers it's head to charge again.]

[discourtesies]

Accursed beast.

[With an icy gaze and an equally unpleasant tone, van Zieks adjusts his grip on his blade, other hand grasping a handful of his own cloak. With the intruder's unpredictable magic having landed a blow, he's not certain it's wise to hold back, even if he finds his own other abilities unpleasant to conjure. But for the sake of the peace in this place...]

So be it.

[He pulls his cape off of his shoulders, casting the heavy cloth behind him where it swirls and changes into a much larger, darker shape that ends up towering over the both of them where it floats: a Grim Reaper, with two barely-visible points under its hood for eyes and a scythe of ice crystallizing in its ghastly hands. It brings its blue-white blade down to stop the charging horn, and underneath the misty form, Barok is still ready to follow up for whatever effect the attack may have, keeping an eye on those shadows as best he can.]

[iracorn]

[The shadows swirl around the unicorn, aiming to block the blade of the scythe, but they are not fast enough. The unicorn still charges but the icy blade strikes true and breaks the creature's horn, causing it to stumble forward, and leaving it open and vulnerable.]

[discourtesies]

[Seeing the opening, Barok doesn't hesitate. Having had too many close calls with nightmarish creatures, he can't afford to show mercy now, lest he and his ugliest feelings be taken advantage of once again.

With blade and icy dreamotion both, he surges forward to pierce the beast's breast and destroy what he sees as nothing more than some conjuration of darkness born of this realm—or even worse, his own memories.]

[iracorn]

[Barok's strike is true, though it feels more like piercing something made of shadow than anything solid. And shadows spill out of the wound, surrounding them both until they fade, leaving nothing behind of the creature.

And the dream ends.

Elsewhere Ira wakes suddenly, but there is only so much that can be done about that.]