[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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[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!::

[becomeanwarrior]

[ The cloak flares up, as he holds out his hand - now clearly encased in plated armor, stepping up to take the force of the blow.]

So you are the woman who fears tomorrow?

[imajin_all_the]

::Knocked into the water, slumping over the side.::

[imajin_all_the]

I don't NEED tomorrow! I have everything I want right here!

[becomeanwarrior]

All you need is a barren field? A nameless graveyard? There is nothing left waiting for you in the twilight of yesterday!

[He pushes with the gauntlet-clas hand, trying to push the woman away from the young girl.]

[imajin_all_the]

::Swings her scythe with lightning speed::

Correct! They are what I know, and I do not need dreams of tomorrow. All this is all I ever need!

::Swing swing swing.::

[becomeanwarrior]

And why are you so hesitant to move forward!?

[He throws up a guard, with each swipe you can hear the clanging of armor underneath... and the faint smell of blood.]

What are you afraid of!?

[imajin_all_the]

I fear nothing, but the Dead never need to see "tomorrow"! And soon, you'll be a pool of blood!