[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

[keepersouha.livejournal.com]

*...hey there wait. what. ...actually, strikes her as very familiar. Granted, being up this close might make it a lot easier to see who it is, so...*

... You are... How?

[thefifthmonarch.livejournal.com]

::She looks pretty dead on similar to a certain rich bitch you were trying to help::

[keepersouha.livejournal.com]

*Yeah, that sorta hit her- Wait, transgendered? Fine, you want out? Looks around slightly, grabbing your hand.*

I don't really know how to, nor do I know exactly where I am. Don't expect miracles, Noriko.

[thefifthmonarch.livejournal.com]

::Hisses and teleports back to the stage as the curtains creak closed::

[keepersouha.livejournal.com]

*Watches as she teleports - wait teleports? What the hell. And hisses? - away from her, back to the stage, slightly shocked at the actions themselves... And the words. Ate? Ate her?

... it's bad that her first thought is her brother. She'll need to ask around about that, it seems...

But as the curtains close, the dream ends.*