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So close, and still so far...
Who: Martel + YOU
Which: Open Interactive Dream
When: Some day before the music starts on the 25th
What: The "lost love" dream trend is a bit different when you are the lost love.
Warnings: Allusions to death by stabbing. Will add more if needed.
[You're out in a rural area, not a sign of civilization in sight. While you stand in a sunny field, around you are areas of thick forest. Nearby, and completely oblivious to you, Martel walks with a man who has long blue hair tied behind his back and wears some unique armor and a cape. He's been involved in dreams that were broadcast here before, both hers and Kratos'. While Martel is perfectly happy, he is completely awkward and blushing. He'll open his mouth as if he's about to speak, but after nothing comes out he shuts it and looks away in embarrassment. Martel just giggles when this happens; apparently she finds this failure completely charming.
Suddenly and with no warning, everything changes. A thick fog surrounds the area, leaving only Martel in sight. At the exact same moment, she recoils as though she were struck in the stomach. While you're only watching, you can feel a sharp pain in the same spot on your own body, as though you'd been stabbed. An instant later, she's being pulled violently into the trees by an unseen force that seems to be connected to her waist, and you're dragged right along with her. It's impossibly quick, and it only takes seconds before you've lost all sense of location.
As if it weren't confusing enough, Martel tries to reach out with her left hand, only for a ring she was wearing on her ring finger to slip off and disappear into the fog. You can also hear a voice crying out in anguish from the distance, most likely belonging to the man you saw just moments ago.
"Martel!!!"
You both continue to be pulled away, and no matter how long it actually takes, it feels like ages. Finally, you come to an abrupt halt somewhere deep within thick trees, still encompassed in opaque fog. You can still see Martel, and for what it's worth, she can notice you now. But for the moment, she's a bit distracted by what just happened.
She stares in the direction she thinks she came from with a devastated look on her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. She wobbles weakly for a moment before crumpling to the ground. If you pay attention, you may notice that on her left hand around where the ring had been, her skin seems to have started turning into a green crystalline substance. It's growing, but very slowly. It shouldn't be a huge problem any time soon in the dream. Martel hasn't noticed it, or if she has, there's absolutely no reaction. She's still focused on what once was.]
It's...all gone.....
[Maybe try to help her find the ring and/or the man? Or just talk her through it. She seems pretty hopeless at the moment.]
Which: Open Interactive Dream
When: Some day before the music starts on the 25th
What: The "lost love" dream trend is a bit different when you are the lost love.
Warnings: Allusions to death by stabbing. Will add more if needed.
[You're out in a rural area, not a sign of civilization in sight. While you stand in a sunny field, around you are areas of thick forest. Nearby, and completely oblivious to you, Martel walks with a man who has long blue hair tied behind his back and wears some unique armor and a cape. He's been involved in dreams that were broadcast here before, both hers and Kratos'. While Martel is perfectly happy, he is completely awkward and blushing. He'll open his mouth as if he's about to speak, but after nothing comes out he shuts it and looks away in embarrassment. Martel just giggles when this happens; apparently she finds this failure completely charming.
Suddenly and with no warning, everything changes. A thick fog surrounds the area, leaving only Martel in sight. At the exact same moment, she recoils as though she were struck in the stomach. While you're only watching, you can feel a sharp pain in the same spot on your own body, as though you'd been stabbed. An instant later, she's being pulled violently into the trees by an unseen force that seems to be connected to her waist, and you're dragged right along with her. It's impossibly quick, and it only takes seconds before you've lost all sense of location.
As if it weren't confusing enough, Martel tries to reach out with her left hand, only for a ring she was wearing on her ring finger to slip off and disappear into the fog. You can also hear a voice crying out in anguish from the distance, most likely belonging to the man you saw just moments ago.
"Martel!!!"
You both continue to be pulled away, and no matter how long it actually takes, it feels like ages. Finally, you come to an abrupt halt somewhere deep within thick trees, still encompassed in opaque fog. You can still see Martel, and for what it's worth, she can notice you now. But for the moment, she's a bit distracted by what just happened.
She stares in the direction she thinks she came from with a devastated look on her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. She wobbles weakly for a moment before crumpling to the ground. If you pay attention, you may notice that on her left hand around where the ring had been, her skin seems to have started turning into a green crystalline substance. It's growing, but very slowly. It shouldn't be a huge problem any time soon in the dream. Martel hasn't noticed it, or if she has, there's absolutely no reaction. She's still focused on what once was.]
It's...all gone.....
[Maybe try to help her find the ring and/or the man? Or just talk her through it. She seems pretty hopeless at the moment.]
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[He tends to worry about things, so this is an important reminder for the both of them.]
What's a good thing you would like to happen?
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Once again, his comment gives her a surprising (to her) moment of clarity.]
Right! Um...
[She knows that she knows good things, why are they feeling so hard to come up with right now? The amount of time she has to think about it is pretty noticeable. In turn, her blurting out an answer also stands out.]
...Yuan! I should find Yuan.
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[A familiar place might help bring the dream under control a bit more.]
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No. He's...back where I was before. But he may not even still be there. He doesn't like to just wait for things.
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This is your dream, so can you take us there?