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SOLDIER: 76 ([personal profile] steadypulse) wrote in [community profile] songerein2021-09-13 05:48 pm

Half My Life's In Books, Written Pages

Who: Soldier: 76 &anyone
Which: Open Interactive Dream; Quest #0901(Baby Tapirs) || Open Log
Where: Dream || Edge of forest and fields
What: The task of feeding baby tapirs within a dream || Recovering after a run in with some red caps, but also there's a fairy cow covered in blackberries.
Warnings: Weirdness that dreams can take on, especially ones edging bad. || Injury.

A.Tapirs

A rich orange sky with yellow clouds and streaks of blue as if it couldn't decide if it was daylight or sunset, fields and corn stalks well over six feet high. Went on for miles, stretched out as far as the eye could see. An old barn, farmhouse- all too far apart to be normal. Smoke rising in the distance but whatever fires they had to be coming from out of sight.

Quiet, with a man standing near some fencing just beside what looked like the start of a corn maze. A scowl on his face, one that didn't fit the young face just by the look of him- "Of course it's one of these," muttered, aware of what was happening to some extent. These were the types that could pull him in, but something had interrupted that.

There was a baby tapir by his foot, gnawing on an ear of corn that looked as if it was glitching between yellow and multicolored. Another wandering a little.

Sounds of groaning machinery was keeping it's distance, at least.

"How many of you got in here?" Little punks.

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B. Blackberry Bramble

Had it been the smartest idea to take up the redcap iron hunt from the board alone? Possibly not, but he'd needed to do something, and why not take up one that would have had him fighting? Didn't imagine it would have been like stepping on a fire ant nest the moment he'd gone in to the ruins and brushed against some vines within. Gotten out, gotten some of the farm tools back along with some scrap he'd stashed away.

Currently? 76 was seated on a fallen over log, jacket set aside and already patched up, instead checking over bandaging on his arms. Not alone, however.

Grazing just beside him was one of those Fairy Cows, green leaves and ripe blackberries adoring it. He'd found it on his trip back-

"The moment this is re-wrapped?" A grunt, winding a bit of fabric around his forearm, talking to the cow, "You're going back. Probably safer for you back in your field with your friends." Hell of a day, really.

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[personal profile] statued 2021-09-14 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"So we're being hosted by dream eating tapirs and a load of fae," and insects of various sizes. There was something a little exasperated to his tone. 76 had arms folded over his chest, leaning against fencing that stretched as far as the corn; just so happened to be by what was probably the only gate and open entrance to go in amongst it.

Why the hell not? Made sense as much as everything else.

He also really, really didn't like what it meant the moment he heard Dojima's voice. Had already seen the recorded dreams making their way out, and now there was- what? Someone traipsing about in to his own dreams? Great. Just great.

At least the baby tapirs were enjoying themselves. Eyes still on the horizon where the sky looked more orange and red. Black smoke spiral upwards from various points. the farm tended to be calmer, even in his nightmares- for the most part.