[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!::

Comments

[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!

[becomeanwarrior]

Everything is dead the day before and comes alive the next day! You don't need to half the flow of time just because you might be afraid or uncaring! If you never try to move forward, you'll always think that everything is dead along with you!

[He grits his teeth, swinging a fist at you and revealing bright aquamarine eyes underneath.]

[imajin_all_the]

That's just fi-- ::Smashed in their face and thrown across the plaza. Clank bang ow.::

[becomeanwarrior]

[He drops down, moving over to you, taking a look at the blood leaking from hi gauntlet - pretty clearly slashed up, on closer inspection.]

Urgh, that's going to be a pain to bandage...

[He looks down at you, kneeling.]

Get it out of your system yet? Why do you hate what may be so much more than what is?

[imajin_all_the]

Because I have no need of it. She has no need of it. Tomorrow doesn't need to exist. That which is unnecessary need not exist!

::Snaps back up, grabbing the scythe and dashing towards you with inhuman speed.::

[becomeanwarrior]

[Walking towards you slowly as you dash at him.]

Of course tomorrow needs to exist. It is absolutely necessary, because every day after today, you are better than you were before. Every step is another step towards something new and better!

[imajin_all_the]

Perfection doesn't need to become new or better!

::SWING.::

[becomeanwarrior]

[He ducks, and rushes in, and -

gives you a big old bear hug.]

...Nobody is perfect. And that's more than alright.

[imajin_all_the]

::Smashes her masked face against your head.::

I am perfect! Stop trying to tear me down, worthless creature!

[becomeanwarrior]

[Oh jesus fuck that hurts. His grip falters a bit but NOPE still latching on.]

You aren't! Is a perfect being so hate-filled and spiteful? So completely at odds with the idea of being in harmony with yourself!?

[imajin_all_the]

... Harmony is pointless. A perfect lifeform reaps and sows whatever they want.

::HEAD SMASH.::

[becomeanwarrior]

But why? Why reap and so when you are already perfec- OOF

[His grip loosens again, much moreso this time. You could probably break away with enough effort.]

[imajin_all_the]

Because perfection...

::Smashes down on your feet.::

... can decide to do whatever it wants because it is perfect!

[becomeanwarrior]

[He stumbles backward, his teeth gritting, dropping back down into a defensive stance. That didn't work...]

But -why-? Why is that the meaning of perfection!?