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☁ 001 | Under an Endless Sky
Who: Lyria and YOU
Which: ( Opened ) Passive + Interactive Dream
What: Lyria is experiencing a dream she's had many, many times before.
Warnings: Dark themes including slight mention of torture and imprisonment.
** [ OOC Note: Anyone is welcomed to interact with either parts of the dream, be it the passive or interactive! Should you choose to be apart of the interactive, you will have the option of appearing as your younger self or remaining the same. That is entirely up to the player! ]
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The sound of arguing opens the dream. At first there is muttering coming from an echoing room, and as the vision clears, the scene opens to a vast building of looming towers and dark infrastructure. The voices seem to be getting louder— more demanding.
Three figures stand prominent here, along with a line of soldiers blocking the entrance and exit. The man standing in the room overlooks it from above on a large pedestal, while a woman, her face hard, stands at his side.
"Go on, do it again."
"Stop this, Captain Pommern, she's had enough—!"
"—I said again!"
There is a flash of light from the man's hand, and a young girl screams from below, barreling over and cradling something at her chest. There is a sudden commotion of armor clattering, but eventually the noise goes quiet when Pommern raises his hand above his head, threatening to activate what appears to be a floating crystal cased within a tube. "This is for the Empire, lest you forget! We need these powers! Now, if you please..."
The girl on the ground hesitates, but wordlessly struggles to her knees. She turns her attention to the woman above, who only nods slowly yet solemnly. A frown appears, but eventually with the reluctant coaxing, the small girl will begin to close her eyes.
Suddenly a bright, omnipresent light suddenly glows from her chest, nearly encapsulating the previously dark room. The image of the girl is shown clearly now, as long blue hair appears mangled and unkept at her sides. She seems shuts her eyes tighter, extending her arms out in front of her, and through her sobs she mutters:
"Come forth and grant your power to me... Ifrit!"
The ground beneath her quakes, and as the light begins to dissipate, a large flaming beast appears at its center. Its chest bellowing with fires only to let out a hideous roar that shakes the entire room.
Lyria is seen to be struggling for control underneath, her hands trembling and eyes fluttering with a fresh new layer of tears. Eventually, exhaustion gives in completely just as the flames of Ifrit begin to lash out onto the floors and ceiling. The summon's body flickers with her consciousness dwindling, and soon completely fades out of existence as her body tumbles to the ground once again.
"Huh!? That was it!? Wake her up, we aren't done here!"
"Lyria? Lyria...!!"
And slowly... everything becomes dark.
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[ Darkness.
A cold, barely lightless room greets you as you step into this dream. Glancing around you quickly discover there is nothing to this place; no doors, no furnishing cept a small cot lying on the floor, and only a small square cut out from the ceiling with the night sky in full display.
There is a death-like silence here. The kind that crawls against your skin and slowly takes control.
And on top of all of this, you cannot seem to move from this place. Attached to your ankle is a cold, hard chain connecting you to the floor.
This place isn't without its visitors though, for seated a small distance away is Lyria. Her knees tightly pressed against her chest with arms wrapping around herself protectively. She doesn't seem to notice at first, as her eyes as cast upwards, staring up at the stars above.
Whether you are in the cell next to her, or perhaps in the same one, you soon you may realize ( should you have met Lyria in this world ) she seems younger, her features depicting a child no more than ten years old.
Eventually her gaze breaks away from the stars as she looks towards you, lifeless and void of emotion. When she speaks her words are soft, almost a whisper: ]
Who... are you?
Which: ( Opened ) Passive + Interactive Dream
What: Lyria is experiencing a dream she's had many, many times before.
Warnings: Dark themes including slight mention of torture and imprisonment.
** [ OOC Note: Anyone is welcomed to interact with either parts of the dream, be it the passive or interactive! Should you choose to be apart of the interactive, you will have the option of appearing as your younger self or remaining the same. That is entirely up to the player! ]
The sound of arguing opens the dream. At first there is muttering coming from an echoing room, and as the vision clears, the scene opens to a vast building of looming towers and dark infrastructure. The voices seem to be getting louder— more demanding.
Three figures stand prominent here, along with a line of soldiers blocking the entrance and exit. The man standing in the room overlooks it from above on a large pedestal, while a woman, her face hard, stands at his side.
"Go on, do it again."
"Stop this, Captain Pommern, she's had enough—!"
"—I said again!"
There is a flash of light from the man's hand, and a young girl screams from below, barreling over and cradling something at her chest. There is a sudden commotion of armor clattering, but eventually the noise goes quiet when Pommern raises his hand above his head, threatening to activate what appears to be a floating crystal cased within a tube. "This is for the Empire, lest you forget! We need these powers! Now, if you please..."
The girl on the ground hesitates, but wordlessly struggles to her knees. She turns her attention to the woman above, who only nods slowly yet solemnly. A frown appears, but eventually with the reluctant coaxing, the small girl will begin to close her eyes.
Suddenly a bright, omnipresent light suddenly glows from her chest, nearly encapsulating the previously dark room. The image of the girl is shown clearly now, as long blue hair appears mangled and unkept at her sides. She seems shuts her eyes tighter, extending her arms out in front of her, and through her sobs she mutters:
"Come forth and grant your power to me... Ifrit!"
The ground beneath her quakes, and as the light begins to dissipate, a large flaming beast appears at its center. Its chest bellowing with fires only to let out a hideous roar that shakes the entire room.
Lyria is seen to be struggling for control underneath, her hands trembling and eyes fluttering with a fresh new layer of tears. Eventually, exhaustion gives in completely just as the flames of Ifrit begin to lash out onto the floors and ceiling. The summon's body flickers with her consciousness dwindling, and soon completely fades out of existence as her body tumbles to the ground once again.
"Huh!? That was it!? Wake her up, we aren't done here!"
"Lyria? Lyria...!!"
And slowly... everything becomes dark.
[ Darkness.
A cold, barely lightless room greets you as you step into this dream. Glancing around you quickly discover there is nothing to this place; no doors, no furnishing cept a small cot lying on the floor, and only a small square cut out from the ceiling with the night sky in full display.
There is a death-like silence here. The kind that crawls against your skin and slowly takes control.
And on top of all of this, you cannot seem to move from this place. Attached to your ankle is a cold, hard chain connecting you to the floor.
This place isn't without its visitors though, for seated a small distance away is Lyria. Her knees tightly pressed against her chest with arms wrapping around herself protectively. She doesn't seem to notice at first, as her eyes as cast upwards, staring up at the stars above.
Whether you are in the cell next to her, or perhaps in the same one, you soon you may realize ( should you have met Lyria in this world ) she seems younger, her features depicting a child no more than ten years old.
Eventually her gaze breaks away from the stars as she looks towards you, lifeless and void of emotion. When she speaks her words are soft, almost a whisper: ]
Who... are you?
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His words confused Lyria. They were soft, meaningful, and... something she had never heard before. Aside from the soft, sympathetic words of Katalaina from time to time, no one had ever spoken to her as much as he was doing right now, let alone in this manner. She wasn't sure how to feel, and the warmth she felt in the bit of her stomach hurt.
Did she not deserve to be here? Wordless, her gaze will glance up to the open portion of the ceiling yet again, her eyes fixated on the what little visible stars she could make out from the inside. ]
You did? [ Alright, this did peak her interest. ] ... What happened to them?
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His smile brightens considerably, the skin around his eyes crinkling, but he keeps his voice low, for multiple reasons.]
He became an excellent chef and later made a lot of friends. Heard that nowadays, he sails with them around the ocean, cooking and having meals with them. Each day is a fun adventure for him.
[And also dangerous, but eh, that's what happens when you sail with Luffy.]
It's a beautiful world out there.
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Hope?
She's speechless at first when he finishes, and silence befalls the two of them once again. Before suddenly, quietly, Lyria begins to lean in a little towards him. Her small, fragile hand reaching in his direction to try and grasp at his hand. ]
I... I want to go.
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It really doesn't matter how he got here anymore, what matters is he's getting out with Lyria.
He walks forward, well, as much as he can before the chain pulls on his ankle, but Sanji ignores that so that he can reach his arm out, even if only the tips of his fingers reach hers. It's a small contact, but it's still something, he hopes. Sometimes, any human contact that's just slightly supportive goes a long ways. It did for him.]
We'll go out there, together. [He nods as if confirming his point, before a confident and reassuring expression takes hold of him. Now is the time to look a little cool--] This place isn't gonna hold either of us any longer.
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It was warm, comforting, and the smile that Sanji gave her seemed to melt away the remaining wall she had built up around herself.
She felt... safe.
Stretching her arm to its full length, her fingers finally brushed up against his own. A little cold at first, but she could feel herself no longer shaking from fear. It was something else, something— ]
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The chains, which had bound them both, had magically unlocked the slipped off their ankles. ]
Ah—!
[ But... how!? ]
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Sanji doesn't find himself questioning it though, his eyes only looking back at his unchained ankle for a second, before he moves just a few steps closer, so that he can properly wrap his hand around hers. They're definitely making progress on leaving this shitty dungeon, but he still wants to reassure Lyria.]
...Ready? I'll be with you every step of the way.
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For the first time she able to finally smile. It's small, timid, and full of uncertainty... but it was there.
She squeezes his hand for reassurance and gives the tiniest of nods. ]
Okay. I'm... I'm scared, but I am ready.
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There's options.
His main goal is to protect her and he cannot fail in that regard.]
It's okay to be scared. If you ever feel overwhelmed, just squeeze my hand, okay?
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This stranger who had come to her rescue... this was what a hero looked like, right? ]
I think... [ She finally responded after a moment of gazing up at him. ] the guards change shifts soon. If I remember correctly, they go into the next room to sign some papers... so it will be quiet in here for about five minutes.
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I have a way to open this gate. [He squeezes her hand once more.] You do alright around fire?
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It was scary, but she will shake her head because right now she had that hand to protect her. ]
Yes, I'll be fine. [ Lyria assures him with another squeeze of his hand. She likely won't stop until they are completely out. ]
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Standing completely steady, the cook raises one foot against the lock, before it suddenly bursts into flames and engulfing his entire foot. Somehow, the fire's contained up to his knee, not sparking or catching anything else on fire.]
A cook's passion burns hot. [This is not really an explanation but.]
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When he didn't seem to react to it though she finally allowed herself to calm down, looking at the lock as it began to... yeah, it was actually starting to melt! It was actually working!?
Noise from further down the hallway shook her back into reality as she tenses once again. ]
I- I think they might be coming-
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Hey, will you be alright if I carry you?
[Sanji's confident that he can outrun these assholes and if they shoot at him, well, he instantly heals, assuming that all his shitty powers still work in this dream. It may not, but he's still more than willing to risk his health to save her. He promised her after all, promise that she'll get to the outside and live a life outside these bars.
And a true gentleman doesn't let down a lady!]
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He steps outside of the cell, somehow managing to keep his footsteps light. His Observation Haki isn't as strong here, so he just needs to go with old-fashioned listening and sneaking around.
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With face presses against his chest, she doesn't dare make a sound, much less breathe.
The footsteps were quiet, and talk at the end of the hallway was becoming far more apparent. It seemed to be from the low whispers that Lyria was correct- they were in the process of changing guards.
Just a few more minutes... ]
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While holding Lyria closely to him, he starts making his way around, keep himself close to walls and briefly ducking his head around corners before making his way across. He... he doesn't exactly know where he's going, but Sanji knows that they have a limited amount of time, so he doesn't want to waste much time thinking about it.
Long as he moves away from the cells and towards a more central area, should be fine. Hopefully. Maybe the exit will be right there when they get there.]
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Silently Lyria will lift up her head and give a small look around, her voice remaining low. ]
Th- that's it. That's the exit...!
[ It was hard to hear, but apparently voices may be talking from the other side of the door, but for now... the coast did look clear. ]
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Well, he doesn't mind a challenge. He just wants to make sure that not a single injury happens upon her. Sanji readies his stances and finds himself asking Lyria one simple question almost silently.]
Ready?
[His hold on her tightens just a little more, suddenly getting a feeling that the outside won't be as easy.]
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She was ready.
However, it doesn't seem that the guards would wait for him to go on the other side, as the moment Sanji creeps closer to the door it will begin to open on the other side. Reveal two of three guards hovering over the entrance.
"Huh!? Who is that!?"
"They're trying to get away!!"
"Stop them!"
Their swords are raised, shielding the door with their bodies as one of them charges closer to attempt to swing down at the blonde. ]
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Shitty bastards--
[Sanji easily moves away from the attack, his steps almost fluid as he dodges. If they had more time, he'd go around kicking every single asshole that was fine with keeping a scared girl in a dungeon. But as tempting as that may be, he knows it's far more important to escape. He figures that Lyria just wants to get out of here as soon as possible.
His foot already heated once more, he swings his leg into one of the guards, hoping to send him into the door and break open an escape for them once more.]