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[steadypulse]

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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Comments

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[twilightskey]

Now, this is an odd sight. Roxas hadn't expected to see a familiar face on the edge of the forest, and he certainly didn't expect to see them injured or tending to... was that a cow? It looked like a cow.

"Are you alright?" He asked, looking over the two. "What happened?"

A: Tapirs

[detectiveforhierophant]

You know, when people talked about going to America, they always said how large everything was-- endless cities stretching high into the sky, endless land going beyond the horizon.

Dojima'd thought he could imagine it; he'd been to the ocean plenty of times, after all. Seeing water stretch on forever until the blues of the sky and sea melted together was mindblowing as a kid, and maybe still as an adult if he let himself take it in, but it was something he could picture. Land shouldn't be too different, right?

But standing here, with nothing but fields of corn going for miles and miles...

It was incredible... But...

"Where..."

But he paused when he heard a familiar voice. Mumbled but distinct enough. And it clicked into place-- their conversations before, about home for him--

"...Jack."

Dojima walked over to the other man, not quite catching his face yet, glancing down at the little tapirs nearby.

"...I guess they weren't kidding about them being 'dream eaters', huh? In Japan, they'd be yokai called 'Baku'..."

A

[chippedsoul]

[Well, he hadn't expected to be walking through a field of corn when he stepped out of his treehouse today. This whole place looked foreign and the time of day was wrong too. What was going on? ...This still had to be part of the dream world, right?

As he's pondering about his surroundings, a baby tapir approaches him. One whiff of it's trunk and suddenly it got all excited around him. Was he imagining it or were there these strange dark wisp floating around him? He's not going to get answers just standing around, so he starts to wander through the corn field, the tapir following after him. It becomes clear he has no idea where he's going, with all sides looking the same. This tapir must have gotten lost along with him.] Hm.

[Perhaps the young 76 will notice the corn stalks rustling as Kazuma is trying to find his way out of the maze.]

A.

[b_a_n_g]

Reaper hadn't intended to slip into a dream, and he certainly hadn't wanted to ease his way into something like this either. He wasn't a big farm-type person, though he had long ago admitted that the high corn stalks was good cover for an advancing black-ops team if they were careful enough. Most wars involved destroying crops to deny the enemy food and cover, but mostly food. An army was a hungry resource consuming entity.

He was pushing through rows upon rows of corn, having limited guesses on whose dream he had entered. It could have even been his own, but he doubted it. Tendrils of black smoke proceeded him as he began to push his way towards what might have been an escape from the maze of vegetation.

He eased out to find himself in front of a fence, but more importantly, there was an old ghost haunting this nightmare in the form of Jack Morrison. He ignored the tapirs wandering around and hopped the fence in a single smooth motion.

"Look what we have here," he growled low in his throat. "Reflecting on the past, are we?"