[Dream Event Post]

[imajin_all_the]

::So, you end up dreaming, but you find yourself in the middle of a graveyard at night. It's kind of a mix of Western and Eastern sorts of Graveyards, a mixture of headstones and family memorials, but the names all seem to be worn away or cut off. As you wander through this twilight enviorn, you find yourself pulled towards it's center.

And at the center is a girl. Probably still looking very young. And she's sitting at a fountain. A majestic obsidian and onyx fountain of skulls and bones. Draped in a simple white robe, she sits there, holding a skull in her hands. But it's unusual because it has a spiraling horn. As much as you'd think this is normal for her, she is quite nervous.

Approach, traveler of dreams!::

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[becomeanwarrior]

[ Heavy footfalls echo through the graveyard, growing ever closer to the center. You might turn to see a figure, face shrounded in long, unkempt brown hair and body covered in a tattered brown cloak seemingly glancing at the graves as he moves his way to the center, silent.]

[imajin_all_the]

::The girl stares into the skull, before ultimately looking up at you.::

... It seems you've been traveling for a long time.

[becomeanwarrior]

...Long enough, but I suppose I'm more well-traveled than most. [The parts of his skin you can see show a lot of scratches and cuts, as if he's spent a long time fighting.]

And you? What kind of journey have you been on?

[imajin_all_the]

None, for I can not leave here. But perhaps it is you who will end my plight.

::Looks back down at the skull, sighing.::

[becomeanwarrior]

I can try and help, for whatever it is you wish me to aid with. Being chained to a place like this must be miserable.

[He kneels down, you can feel his looking at your curiously behind his bangs.]

What can I do?

[imajin_all_the]

I know not if it is misery for it is the only place I know. But, indeed I am chained. For every time I try to turn off the night with this skull, I am attacked.

[becomeanwarrior]

Attacked by what, if I can ask? Though I may not look it, I have enjoyed my travels. Though some have been harsh and unkind to me, I would not trade them for the world.

[imajin_all_the]

The corpse of a girl, hanging onto the grudges of yesterday. Embalmed, she calls herself a Grim Reaper, but she fears the "tomorrow" this may bring.

::Holds up the strange skull.::

[becomeanwarrior]

A deceased girl who clings to the past, fearing the tomorrow...

[He sighs, large chest heaving under his coat.]

I fear I may know a tale like that all too well, I was plagued by my own demons of yesteryear not too long ago. Ghosts and distant memories that clung to me tightly with every step forward.

Should you wish for my company, you shall have it, and the aid that it will bring.

[imajin_all_the]

I merely wish to see the "tomorrow" held inside this skull, and to see it illuminate this place. If you wish to see it with me, then, by all means, stay by my side.

[becomeanwarrior]

There is always much to be found on the other side of tomorrow, I have found. I will certainly stay and see it with you.

[imajin_all_the]

How should I look into the skull, you think, to make tomorrow?'

::Holds the skull out to you.::

[becomeanwarrior]

[He grabs hold of the skull gently, looking at it, hrming slightly as he turns it over in his hands.]

I am not sure. I have never heard of tomorrow being held inside a skull...

[imajin_all_the]

It is strange, I know, but I know, that this is the way I can see tomorrow.

::It is a horse's skull, but with that strange spiraling horn on the forehead. How strange.::

[becomeanwarrior]

[Hrms slightly, a small smile freeing itself under his bangs.]

Perhaps...

[He moves a hand towards the spiralling horn, gently touching it.]

[imajin_all_the]

The horn...? But what difference would that make?

::Tilts her head with curiosity.::

[becomeanwarrior]

I have heard tales in my travels, of mythical creatures. White horses with horns, who had otherworldly properties. It is said the horn itself is pure magical power, solidified, able to heal the sickest man, or make the most stagnant water drinkable.

[imajin_all_the]

So why would staring at that skull make that horn bring tomorrow?

[becomeanwarrior]

Perhaps it is not simply staring at it that brings tomorrow?

[He looks at the skull-fountain, standing upright with the skull tucked under his arm.]

Perhaps it is meant to be part of this? So many skulls and bones yet already adorn it...

[imajin_all_the]

... I'm supposed to place it on the fountain? But how can we be certain?

::Stands up, turning around to look at the fountain.::

[becomeanwarrior]

I suppose we canot be certain. But...

[A hearty, low chuckle escapes him.]

If I only moved forward when I was certain of the outcome, I doubt I would be standing here. Sometimes one most go off of a hunch.

[He hands you back the skull.]

I believe you should do the honors. Consider it the first step of your own travels, should it work.

[imajin_all_the]

::Takes, it looking at the skull, and then notices a horse skeleton missing its head.::

There you think?

::She points out to the horse skeleton missing its head.::

[becomeanwarrior]

[He nods after a moment, rubbing his chin slightly.]

Yeah, looks like it'll be perfect right there.

[imajin_all_the]

::Hikes up her dress and walks barefoot into the water with the skull...::

[imajin_all_the]

::However, a Grim Reaper tries to swing at her and harm the girl!::