[A Dream Event Post To Heroes and Samasu Souha]

[the_deadlights]

::Welcome to the world of dreams. You feel strange, sitting in a chair in a theater, the only chair there. The theater looks pretty worn down. There is a stage with red velvet curtains in front of you. A phonograph plays a rather dim tune as the curtains spread open slowly with a repeatative creak in their motions.

Once the curtains open, you become aware that the stage is a very poorly done conservatory. Sitting at a desk is an older looking man in formal suit. Black with red trim. His hair is dulled with age, and most of his face is covered by a red party mask. He seems to be attended by a girl who can't be much older than 17. She has blonde hair, and to the few who know her, you could almost swear she looks like Noriko, but you can never really get yourself to focus in on her face.

Enjoy.::

Comments

[i-like-red.livejournal.com]

*Yes, this is strange. Juudai is sat there, in that one single chair. He looks around the place he's in and then at the stage, at the people on it. Who are they? The girl looks familiar but he can't put a finger on who she reminds him of.
For the time being, he just sits there, watching them, to see what they do*

[the-deadlights.livejournal.com]

::The man seems to be sitting there, waiting, slowly tapping his foot as he reads a late 19th century styled newspaper.

The girl walks off of the stage and then returns with what looks to be breakfest. Poached Eggs, Bacon, thick Italian Sausage, Toast with Strawberry Jam. He is also served a rich red wine.

He slowly puts down the paper, as he feasts on his meal, watching Juudai back.::

[i-like-red.livejournal.com]

*That looks tasty... and even in his dreams Juudai can get hungry. But more importantly, this man appears aware of his presence, so eventually Juudai stands up and approaches the stage a little, speaking as he does*

Erm, hi there!

[the-deadlights.livejournal.com]

>::Wipes his mouth with a napkin and then puts it down::

I would recommend backing away from the stage, first off.

[i-like-red.livejournal.com]

Err, okay.

*Backs off back to the chair but stays standing*

[the-deadlights.livejournal.com]

Good.

[i-like-red.livejournal.com]

So... who are you? And what is this place?

[the-deadlights.livejournal.com]

My name doesn't translate well into your world. This place... is a theater. A construct.

[thefifthmonarch.livejournal.com]

You would of exploded, Yuuki.

[i-like-red.livejournal.com]

Exploded!?

*Glad he backed off now*

[becomeanwarrior.livejournal.com]

*Well, this is different. Onni's dream has him sitting in the chair as well, looking at the stage. Has he seen that girl before? He's not sure if he has. For now, Onni just looks at the stage, watching and waiting.*

[the-deadlights.livejournal.com]

::The man in question is reading Dante's Divine Comedy as you sit there, Onni. The girl seems to dully be standing there, looking melancholy as her master(?) reads.::

[becomeanwarrior.livejournal.com]

*Onni, considering this to be a play and only that, already picks up on the almost archaic symbolism. The old man is well read and intelligent, whereas the young girl seems to be nothing more than what seems to be a servant. Onni leans forward in his chair, staring at the stage, his face lined with thought as he continues to watch the stage.*

[the-deadlights.livejournal.com]

::The man sits there, reading his book, as the girl adjusts his tie::

[becomeanwarrior.livejournal.com]

*Onni mumbles to himself, apparently confirming what he thought before.* Hm. A wisened old man and a young woman as a servant...

[the-deadlights.livejournal.com]

And an idiot in the chair.

[becomeanwarrior.livejournal.com]

*Surprised for a moment as the old man speaks. He smiles and replies.*

Really, now? So the actor speaks.

[keepersouha.livejournal.com]

*It is strange, when you go to fall asleep, and you dream of a theater. It's... Unnatural, to her. She looks around slightly, as the music plays, but brings her attention to the stage when the curtains spread open.

She takes note of the girl... And that she looks familiar. But she can't place her, to confirm it. Instead, she focuses on the man instead, and after a bit... Just wonders what this is all about.*

How strange... What is this, anyway...?

[the-deadlights.livejournal.com]

::If you look closely, the man is reading a book titled The Life and Times of Samasu, Souha [2nd Edition].::

[thefifthmonarch.livejournal.com]

A metaphysical construct, to keep your brain from rupturing from seeing the truth.

[keepersouha.livejournal.com]

*...what the hell is with that book; turns her attention to the girl, obviously just slightly disturbed*

A construct? For what, though? What would be so horrible, that it actually needs the "truth" to be hidden?

... Why am I even here?

[thefifthmonarch.livejournal.com]

Your safety. If you saw my master's true form, all your higher level brain functions would be fried instantly. Like paper lit aflame.

Because, my master has interest in you.

[keepersouha.livejournal.com]

... Aflame, huh...?

... Why would your "master" have interest in me?

[thefifthmonarch.livejournal.com]

Yes. You would be little more than a wild animal.

Because he interrupted Brron's duel with you before.

[keepersouha.livejournal.com]

*...that got her interest*

So he was the one who...? ... What does he want?