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☁ янσ∂є ☂ кαмєℓσт ♪ ([info]indreams) wrote,
@ 2011-08-05 23:30:00


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On The Edge Of A Dream That You've Had
As far as the eye can see, there is a vast, endless wheat field. The golden stalks ripple in a gentle breeze as if a burnished sea, carrying carrying with it the scent of saltwater and sand. In the far distance - just beyond the trees over yonder - there is the sound of crashing waves just under that of crying gulls.

A dirt path crosses the center of the field, passing a tree. The tree itself is gnarled, warped, and looks like something that threatens to fall over at even the slightest of breezes. Yet, it bares the sweetest-smelling peaches that could ever be imagined...

... or dreamed. This is a dream, can't you tell...?...

... or maybe it isn't...

... a wooden panel strung between two pieces of rope dangle from one of the tree's branches; a crude swing. It sways back and forth in the breeze.

To the North, there is the sound of crashing waves. To the South, a mountain range.

Where will you go?


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[info]outsidehistory
2011-08-06 01:50 am UTC (link)
[Lavi stares at the tree as he had stared at the wheat, wonders at the peaches and the swing as he wonders which path to take. Were they the only choices before him? Must it always be two?

He turned, staring back longingly over the field, wishing he could just go lay in the tall stalks and watch as they swayed with the wind.

It's a decision like many others that he doesn't know enough about, isn't mature enough to have an honest opinion of and so he sits at the base of the tree. Leaning against it the redhead shuts his eye, hoping perhaps that there will be a sign leading him one way or the other. Though he knows that's the easy way out, he has to pick his own, doesn't he?]

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[info]indreams
2011-08-06 02:01 am UTC (link)
[Surely there are more choices than that, Bookman Junior~♥ you just need to know where to look~

Dreams are rarely ever linear, anyway. As soon as the redhead leans against the tree, the tunk gives a shudder - a shiver, as though someone reacting to cold fingers on the back of the neck - then lurches slightly as the bark shifts.

Opening up, like a hole; one that will definitely swallow Bookman Junior if he doesn't move fast enough.

Down the rabbit hole, rabbit?]

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/punts all the itty bitty font
[info]outsidehistory
2011-08-06 02:32 am UTC (link)
[There are, which was why he wanted to go into the wheat, but he had to think it all through. Which was why he sat down but it seems like this dream of his (or is it someone else's?) has other plans in mind for him.

He jerks forward to look back and see if the tree is going to fall but it's a bit too slow. Slow enough that when he props himself against it to turn his weight takes him down through the hole with a yell that only continues during his fall.]

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/offers glasses?
[info]indreams
2011-08-06 02:43 am UTC (link)
[There is a strange rumble, as if wood grinding against wood, and the hole closes just as Lavi slips through.

Down, and down, and down~ Darker and darker and darker~ Cooler and cooler and cooler~

Faster and faster and faster~

At the rate he's going, there's the impending sense of the ground coming up fast.

If you scream loud enough, will someone here you?]

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;; It's so bitty small'd
[info]outsidehistory
2011-08-06 02:48 am UTC (link)
[He's definitely not digging the faster, especially now that he can see the ground, or if not see it feel that it's coming.

There is no desire to fall and go splat even in a dream. He pulls out the hammer always at his side after he gets control of himself and the fall. Shooting it toward the ground and hoping to at least have it slow his impact.]

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I know.... crtl + (+)?
[info]indreams
2011-08-06 02:58 am UTC (link)
[Rhode's domain, Rhode's rules. If she really didn't want that hammer to work, it wouldn't have worked.

Don't cheat, Bookman Junior ♥

Except the ground does come up hard and fast - the hammer catches it first and there's the sound of splashing. However, as it is in dreams, where Lavi should have hit the bottom with an earth-shattering force.... he lands on a giant lily pad.

He may have fallen through a whole in a tree trunk - wherever he is now, it looks more like a moonlit forest. The lily pad he landed on is about the size of a king-sized bed, and the moon passing over the sky is impossibly large.]

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I would but it's fine everywhere else and too big font annoys me.
[info]outsidehistory
2011-08-06 03:19 am UTC (link)
[His concentration falters at her voice regardless and the invocation fails, the hammer remaining it's default battle size. The impact on the lily pad still hurts, enough to get a grunt of pain out of him that leaves him laying there a few moments before everything isn't being chased by black spots.

Lavi pushes himself up, looking around as he keeps a firm grip on the hammer.]

Rhode! I'm not playing your games again!

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