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Player Event: "Imbalance" [OPEN]
Who: Everyone! Even the newcomers! What a time to jump in, huh?
Which: OPEN Dreamscape
What: On the night of the 10th a strange dreamscape appears, dividing some dreamers into two, each bearing just half of themselves... how will they pull themselves together?
Warnings: Probably a lot. I trust you fine people to please mark your content appropriately should your threads make mention of anything triggering. I'm watching you.
Quiet nights never seem to stay quiet. It began with the slightest flicker within the crystal lanterns, a ripple, perhaps the sound of coins clinking together.
Then, with a distant scream, there was a torrent of blue and orange flame. It's hot but it doesn't burn, swirling and dancing with the frenzy of a desperate dancer. It blinds to familiar surroundings, twin colors that seemingly never end...

Until one's feet touches sand-dusted stone and marble. The air is hot and arid, ripe with burning kindling in myriad torches that line walkways. The flames rhythmically sway, catching the glimmer of golden archways and decor that embed the city... palace...? That lay before you.
Something is wrong. Really wrong. Something in you feels... different. Blank. But before you can comprehend it much further, something is running down the pathway in the distance to enter the palace like the devil was on its heels. That something looks just like you...

You pursue this weird other you... or, you don't. Perhaps you were drawn to the palace's splendor and decided to explore, maybe find some sweet treasure while you're here. Whatever the case, nothing about this place smells dusty or aged. It feels brand new... lined with statues and tapestries of what appeared to be great warriors, all humanoid and bearing twisted horns atop their heads and long, craggy tails covered in scales. But some of them have been altered in some way... some are missing their heads, and one or two "lucky" ones have simply had large claw marks ripped across their face. What would put claw marks in stone was anyone's guess.
Those who tire of the architecture may find some doors are unlocked. Yes, such a lavish place seems all too eager to lay itself bare for you, perhaps bearing a sparkly trinket or two to your liking. (Note: Unfortunately, any treasures obtained in the palace will only come back with you in the form of candies shaped as said jewels, crowns made of shortbread, tapestries spun from candy floss, etc. It's all food. Enjoy!)

Deeper and deeper you delve, either arms full of treasure or having bumped into friends who don't exactly act like your friends normally would, you find more motifs of the warriors, more intact the further you head through this weird city-palace. Near the center are statues depicting two... figures... each holding a pair of scales.
Yet no matter how much you wait and watch them, the scales continue to sway from one side to the other. There's nothing on their respective plates, however... what could be throwing them off?
If you place anything on the plates and mend the swaying scales, you are given a single shard of a strange crystal rife with dreamotion energy with a sense of wholeness and connection. It shifts colors as you turn it this way and that in your hand. Maybe that'll help put some of these people back together if fighting or talking to them won't do it...
[ooc: Information and Plotting post is here for easy review. The shards are meant to simplify putting people back together if needed, but are the only thing that can be taken into the semi-waking world as a pretty bauble. Also, a reminder that this is optional. Enjoy!]
Which: OPEN Dreamscape
What: On the night of the 10th a strange dreamscape appears, dividing some dreamers into two, each bearing just half of themselves... how will they pull themselves together?
Warnings: Probably a lot. I trust you fine people to please mark your content appropriately should your threads make mention of anything triggering. I'm watching you.
Quiet nights never seem to stay quiet. It began with the slightest flicker within the crystal lanterns, a ripple, perhaps the sound of coins clinking together.
Then, with a distant scream, there was a torrent of blue and orange flame. It's hot but it doesn't burn, swirling and dancing with the frenzy of a desperate dancer. It blinds to familiar surroundings, twin colors that seemingly never end...

Until one's feet touches sand-dusted stone and marble. The air is hot and arid, ripe with burning kindling in myriad torches that line walkways. The flames rhythmically sway, catching the glimmer of golden archways and decor that embed the city... palace...? That lay before you.
Something is wrong. Really wrong. Something in you feels... different. Blank. But before you can comprehend it much further, something is running down the pathway in the distance to enter the palace like the devil was on its heels. That something looks just like you...

You pursue this weird other you... or, you don't. Perhaps you were drawn to the palace's splendor and decided to explore, maybe find some sweet treasure while you're here. Whatever the case, nothing about this place smells dusty or aged. It feels brand new... lined with statues and tapestries of what appeared to be great warriors, all humanoid and bearing twisted horns atop their heads and long, craggy tails covered in scales. But some of them have been altered in some way... some are missing their heads, and one or two "lucky" ones have simply had large claw marks ripped across their face. What would put claw marks in stone was anyone's guess.
Those who tire of the architecture may find some doors are unlocked. Yes, such a lavish place seems all too eager to lay itself bare for you, perhaps bearing a sparkly trinket or two to your liking. (Note: Unfortunately, any treasures obtained in the palace will only come back with you in the form of candies shaped as said jewels, crowns made of shortbread, tapestries spun from candy floss, etc. It's all food. Enjoy!)

Deeper and deeper you delve, either arms full of treasure or having bumped into friends who don't exactly act like your friends normally would, you find more motifs of the warriors, more intact the further you head through this weird city-palace. Near the center are statues depicting two... figures... each holding a pair of scales.
Yet no matter how much you wait and watch them, the scales continue to sway from one side to the other. There's nothing on their respective plates, however... what could be throwing them off?
If you place anything on the plates and mend the swaying scales, you are given a single shard of a strange crystal rife with dreamotion energy with a sense of wholeness and connection. It shifts colors as you turn it this way and that in your hand. Maybe that'll help put some of these people back together if fighting or talking to them won't do it...
[ooc: Information and Plotting post is here for easy review. The shards are meant to simplify putting people back together if needed, but are the only thing that can be taken into the semi-waking world as a pretty bauble. Also, a reminder that this is optional. Enjoy!]
A dragon in the palace! - You've been gifted with negative Kaiba
As an added bonus, Kaiba would delight in the fool's anguished cries before everything was brought to a final conclusion. In all his arrogance, he thought himself to be completely invincible.
Just about the time the creature would happen upon this part of the temple, Kaiba at least gave the courtesy of standing to greet his guest.]
Haven't you kept me waiting long enough? Show yourself, if you dare.
[When he first set eyes on the being before him, his expression softened before transitioning to awe. This sort of creature was unmistakable. The elegant shape of his snout, the powerful talons, the scales that seemed to shimmer with their own internal radiance... hey- whether he was a colossal jackass or not, the one thing that was present in all forms of Kaiba was his love for dragons.]
Just look at you. Such a magnificent beast.
[It might not be his Blue-Eyes, but he'd take it. The sudden appearance of it must be a sign.]
... A little on the small scale, but I can work with that.
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"Um... W-Who're you?"
[ Is this person friendly? He hopes this person is friendly. He's not entirely sure how to feel about this, if he's being honest, but if nothing else he's good at rolling with it. ]
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Slifer doesn't count.Also, this dragon.... talks?]
I'm...... honored, to be in your presence. [Drawing his cape back, he even gave Yuma a respectful bow] .. but more specifically I'm Seto Kaiba. [He was friendly, sure- but in a way that likely felt creepy just from the reverence in his voice alone] What is it that I should call you?
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The show of respect is not new to him. Honestly Yuma would tell him not to bother, but he's so used to people back home doing it regardless that he's long since lost the will to argue back. It's better than what he put up with at Gaelritz, at any rate. ]
Uh... My name is Yuma Ilvern, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you, as well?
[ He's a little uncertain. Not only because he's not used to having to introduce himself quite so much - he's a bit of an unwilling celebrity back home - but also because something about this guy seems...very off. He hopes this guy doesn't have any experiments in mind for him. ]
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Yuma Ilvern? Odd name for a dragon.
[He wasn't used to such creatures having proper names in such a format.]
Not that I'm complaining. [It just wasn't the phenomenal, striking, awe-inspiring moniker he'd anticipated.] There's no title to go with it? How many lands have you crushed under your talons?
[... Kaiba was certainly weird, and a little to interested in destructive strength. The plans he had in mind likely wouldn't be in keeping with Yuma's]
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[ ...Yeah, he's not sure how else to respond to that. That's just his name, he can't really change it. And no matter how many times people call him "Shining Dragon", that's not his name, either.
Seto's next question catches him off guard. Whether he knows it or not, he's just hit on a sore spot for Yuma. A very sore spot. ]
Well, there was... A forest near my village that I destroyed on accident when I was younger. [ He glances away. Sorry, Kaiba; this particular dragon is a bit of a pacifist compared to what you're probably expecting. ] I.. I'd rather not destroy any lands if I can help it.
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[For the briefest moment indecision flashed over his features. Those few words triggered a memory he was having trouble merging with the present. The silvery dragon in his mind was quite different from the beast before him in this version of reality. Managing to get himself under control, he dropped the hand that had been cupping his forehead, which he didn't remember having raised in the first place.]
Yes, I can see why they would call you that.
[Little did he realize this was probably the one dragon in all the universe that didn't feel boastful of their destructive conquests.]
... And? [A forest wasn't all that impressive to the teenage prodigy. Wood being flammable, would be easy mode for a dragon to set ablaze] ...................................................... [It was his turn to stare incredulously at the hulking creature. It was as if he couldn't equate the two things together in his mind. A dragon that wanted to avoid.. destruction? What is this.. Luster dragon?] Seems like... a waste.