[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!

[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]

>::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]

::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.::

[the-deadlights.livejournal.com]

Good.

[i-like-red.livejournal.com]

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

[thefifthmonarch.livejournal.com]

You would of exploded, Yuuki.

[the-deadlights.livejournal.com]

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

[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.*

[i-like-red.livejournal.com]

I see.
So... why am I here?

[i-like-red.livejournal.com]

Exploded!?

*Glad he backed off now*

[the-deadlights.livejournal.com]

Because I wish to make sure you don't get ripped completely to shreds by the one after Super Fusion.

[thefifthmonarch.livejournal.com]

Yes. The will of my master would of ripped apart you, and by proxy, your psyche. Into small confetti sized bits storeable in most grocery and department stores.

[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...

[i-like-red.livejournal.com]

I see. *Juudai sits back down in the chair, a slightly more serious expression on his face* Well, I'm listening.

[i-like-red.livejournal.com]

A-ah, okay then, no approaching the stage!

[the-deadlights.livejournal.com]

A Duel Spirit, a very strange and power hungry duel spirit, is after that card, that he comissioned a boy to create. He wishes to get it back.

I would prefer that not to happen.

[the-deadlights.livejournal.com]

And an idiot in the chair.

[thefifthmonarch.livejournal.com]

Yes. That would be preferable, unless you find pleasure in having your mind ripped to pieces.

[becomeanwarrior.livejournal.com]

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

Really, now? So the actor speaks.

[i-like-red.livejournal.com]

*Juudai nods*

Same here. That's the type I want to keep the card away from. Those who would misuse it.