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Greens do it in your dreams. [OPEN TO ALL FLIGHTS]

Who: Rose and YOU!
What: Accidental Dreamwalking. (prose or action)
Where: IN YOUR DREAMS! Though Rose is physically in the Emerald Sanctum, hanging out near the hollowed out tree she's claimed as her own if a flightmate wants to bother her. Or ~~Sleeping Beauty~~ Ysera wants to reprimand her.
When: Throughout the first half of April very, very late at night.
Warnings: will update if the dreams get too weird.

Rose still hadn't adjusted herself to non-moroi timetables. To her, midnight was still mid-day thanks to the nocturnal lifestyle she'd lived practically most of her life. She was slowly working on transitioning, but it still had her awake at what most people thought were weird. Or they might if they didn't sleep for days on end like the green dragons.

It left Rose with a lot of free time in the Sanctum. She didn't like sitting about, but it was still marginally better than the jail cell she'd been in not too long before the demons had invaded her world. She wanted to get out there and destroy the demons so she could get back home. She really missed Lissa.

Getting out of the habit of slipping into her best friend's mind to comfort herself while separated from Lissa was hard to break. It wasn't as if she could go 'check up' on the Moroi princess anymore, but the act of relaxing and opening her mind up to the possibility was something that Rose automatically did when she was bored. Unfortunately, as a Dragonsworn of the Green Flight, that meant she accidentally found herself 'checking up' on people she had no bond with at all.

Ugh, Ysera had even told her about this eventually happening. Now, if only she knew who's dream she ended up in...

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Well, if you end up in Amane's dream... it's kind of a mess and still settling into place, but all dreams are, so there's not much to say.

The landscape is literally just one hue of black, with multicolored... faces... of no real distinguishable identity sticking out the floor and opening their mouths wide. Euurgh. If you walk around the weird but otherwise controlled landscape, you'll find Amane in mini Cartesian Garden. The dream's just beginning, however, so she might be groggy.

Rose knew from the times when Adrian had visited her dreams that usually he things, but sometimes he would let her subconscious do it. It seemed like she was stuck with just going with the flow here because as messed up as her own dreams sometimes were, this was really fucked up. She was tempted to touch one of the silently screaming faces, but she decided it was better that she just be a silent observer for a while.

Though she decided she might as well fit into the setting a bit better and, with a little concentration, her clothing morphed into her formal Guardian black and whites - more black than white. It was something like camouflage, right?

Quietly, she moved through the dreamscape until - hey something that wasn't black and creepy. Stopping close enough to see but not really draw attention to herself, Rose crossed her arms and waited for the healer girl to get her dream on.

Visually, it looks like something from a horror movie, but... not much is actually happening, per say. That is, until a pond forms just short of where Amane is kneeling. The cherry blossom tree growing above it begins to shake, dropping a bit more petals than it should.

The girl doesn't notice Rose, instead leaning forward, as if trying to look into the pond. However, at that moment, the petals congregate and move over to where she was looking, like children trying to shield their parents from something they broke. Except instead of broken priceless family heirlooms, they're hiding her reflection.

She reaches out to part them, before she gets met with a loud pop. The faces from the blackened ground suddenly inflate the moment she simply touches a petal, forcing themselves out the ground- they float like balloons, tied to the ground through chains. Except they're malformed human face, all positioned to stare at her. Amane definitely notices that. Looking around abruptly, she pays more attention to the faces, not quite seeing Rose yet.

Rose supposed she probably blended in really well with the balloon faces as long as she didn't move. Another face staring at the girl as long as she didn't move wouldn't freak her out. Though if the faces didn't freak her out, Rose would have to reassess the girl.

...she kind of wondered if the girl would see yet another creepy balloon face if she looked into the water at herself. Because dreams were totally wacked.

She couldn't even tell if this was actually a nightmare or not? It lacked the things Rose considered nightmare fuel, but she was pretty sure the girl had never been held captive by an evil undead bloodsucker that also happened to have used to be the man she loved and been turned into a junkie in an attempt to weaken her will into letting herself become an evil immortal undead killer.

Rose's life sounds positively lovely.

If only Rose's guess was true, however. In the end, Amane just flips back to the water and defiantly sticks her hand in, forcing the petals away. The faces don't react, but if Rose remembers the line-faced girl for her lack of emotion, that's certainly not the case now. Even though it's not one of the faces... she certainly doesn't like what she sees.

Backing up, something bobs up the the surface of the lake. It's... a head of some sort, but this time with greasy black hair, and some growth of sorts on its mouth and forehead across the top of the head. All goes still for a moment, before the head suddenly shoots up-

-What is this thing? The body under the head, if it can be called a body, is easily twenty times of Amane's whole body and something the pond should not have been able to hold. Amane definitely doesn't like this, and her palms light up instantly, before she starts throwing... balls of light? At the strange creature.

...what?

Rose stared at the flowery thing that just crawled its way out of the water like it was some kind of dimensional portals. And the sad thing was that before arriving on Azeroth, Rose would've denied the existence of such things. She supposed if dragons and demons existed on Azeroth and vampires in her own, creepy plant monsterpeople could exist in this girl's world.

It was such a bizarre scene that she just... did nothing. She was still trying to comprehend what she was seeing. Besides, it was just a dream...

Amane's less of what and more of oh shit, so she probably knows what it... is. To an extent. Her 'attacks' don't seem to be working, and the creature is untangling itself from disarray, nonchalantly reaching down with its... arms... at Amane.

She backs up as much as possible, before it sticks two of its fingers into her mouth, black fingernails scratching Amane's face. For some reason, the girl goes completely limb at that, not even willing to fight back- or maybe, just got paralyzed in the context of the dream? It's tough to tell. In any case, the monster leans over, stretching her mouth, and... does a feat of completely bullshit dream logic.

It forces its entire form into Amane's mouth, being swallowed into whatever bottomless pit of a body her dream expects her to have. Amane does squirm, but other than that, the monster's descent is incredibly fast- and the Cartesian Garden turns into something of a monstrous lava landscape, stretching across the whole dream.

If Amane knew you were there, Rose, she'd be so sorry for letting you witness that.

As much as Rose knew it was a dream and that it was something she wasn't supposed to see, the moment the... thing reached for the girl, Rose broke her position and started to sprint toward them. She had a tendency to act before she thought and whatever that was, it was trying to hurt the girl. She had to get there and--

"Holy shit."

Rose stumbled as the utter freakiness of what just happened made her falter in mid-charge. She caught herself and continued on, body still moving despite her mind whirling with no idea what the hell had just happened. She was reminded of some of the things she'd glimpsed in Lissa's mind when she was drowning in spirit's madness before she could pull the darkness away from her best friend, but it was nothing like that.

Finally reaching the girl, a hissing sound and steam accompanying each step as she subconsciously altered the ground under her feet to be ice instead of lava, she grabbed for her shoulders.

"Are you okay? What the hell are you dreaming about?"

Vastania's dream takes place in the crystal-lined heart of the Exodar. A gentle chiming fills he air, heard and yet not heard; it's as if the sound comes from within one's own head. Nevertheless it soothes the senses, even if there's no apparent source.

Vastania kneels before a crystalline figure suspended in the air. It's big enough to completely dwarf her, all seven feet of her, but she doesn't seem to be frightened by it. She has her hands up, reaching toward the naaru, pleading for something.

"... Please, Lightborn, I must know why the elekks have been loosed from the stables."

Woah. This was some kind of weird crystal citadel thing Rose would expect to find in a fantasy novel, not in someone's dream. Her gaze swept around, taking in the scene before coming to a stop not too far behind Vastania.

It seemed she was more prone to slipping into the dreams of people she knew, which she supposed was marginally better than the dreams of people she'd never met before. The former, while intrusive, gave her some sense of perspective whereas the latter would just make her wonder what kind of messed up that person was. How did the green dragons do this all the time without going bonkers? Dreams were so screwy...

Leaning against the nearby wall, she decided to alter her ethereal dreamform to be wearing the same kind of robes that seemed to fit with the place. And then she immediately decided she looked stupid and returned to her jeans and black leather jacket.

The question she heard then made her snicker. Oops. So much for not being noticed in this dream.

Vas immediately looks in her direction, eyes wide. In the waking world, this might make as much sense to her as it does to Rose; in this dream world, it's a perfectly sensible plea for help. And now this human - this weirdly familiar human - is laughing at her.

"You!" she rounds on Rose, tail held high and nostrils flared. "What are you doing here? You would come to O'ros dressed in... that?"

"Woah there, Big Blue," Rose replied, holding her hands up while she took in Vastania's stance and movements. She was used to fighting people bigger and stronger than herself, but she really didn't want to have to fight the other paladin. She figure it'd probably bruise Vas' pride a bit too much to get totally tooled by a human.

Yup, Rose was just confident like that.

"What would you rather I wear? Just think about it really hard." Rose was pretty sure that would work given her understanding of dreamwalking.

Fortunately Vas isn't in a fighting mood - just offended for reasons that will escape her once she wakes up. She settles for placing a hand on her hip, her tail flicking in agitation. "Who are you to come into the sacred hall of the Sha'tar? Who are you to tell a Vindicator what to do?"

She huffs, planting one hoof on the metal floor with a metallic thud. "There are elekks loose in the Vault! I do not have time to lecture you on how to appear before the Naaru!" She points to the tier above them, as if the source of her troubles should be obvious.

"Honey, I tell anyone I feel like what to do, no matter who they are or whatever title they happen to have. That's just how I roll," Rose explained.

"And if you don't have time to lecture me on proper hoofed etiquette, I don't think you really have the time to pray to your god about your horses getting loose... or whatever they are. And really, there's got to be something better for it to do than answer such a silly prayer. They're loose probably because someone set them loose to cause a distraction or make one of the precious vindicators go to the Naroo to ask silly questions instead of being at her post."

Bruce's dream are ones that don't exactly make sense either, although when one has two different mindsets locked together it is usually a recipe for disaster in one form or another.

As it is though, this time Bruce is reliving a memory (moment) rather than having a dream. It's the Battle of New York as he remembers it - or rather, whatever little he actually can recall. The cityscape is visible, but alongside with it being wrecked there's also patches of white where his mind is unable to recall the scene entirely and thus can't recreate it. Everything is frozen, locked in place, and Bruce could be found standing by the pavement as looks at the moment that's frozen in this dream and thinks on it.

He hasn't really had the chance due to the hectic aftermath of the battle against Loki, but now that he's stuck here and with not much to do... well, at least better late than ever,

Rose spent a little time looking around, moving with silent footsteps, as she tried to take it in. It was nice to be in some kind of normal civilized setting that she kind of recognized even with all the destruction going on. Really, who didn't know the New York City skyline even with pieces of it destroyed or, as it seemed in here, missing.

She spoke as she came up to stand next to him, "I feel like I should've brought a Sharpie with me."

...Who's this?

The lava suddenly disappears completely, just consuming everything in black, but the balloon-heads are... still there. Amane blinks a bit, wondering who she's dreaming of now, from which reach of her subconscious- and...

"...Oh," It's the girl who she first met, at the huge battle. She never did catch her name. "I'm sorry. It's..."

Complicated? At least, with the presence of someone else (even if she's thinking Rose is dreamed up), the dream has calmed down back to a stasis.

"Fucked up. That's what it is," Rose supplied. She tried not to flat out curse so much, but there was no better word to use.

"And you didn't answer me. Are you alright? What did that thing do to you?"

Unfortunately, that's basically it.

"I'm sorry. Even in my dreams, you have to help me out of trouble. I never even caught your name..." Amane trails off, still lying back on the idea that Rose is a fragment from her memories.

So, there isn't much to lose from telling her, right? "That 'thing'... was the demon Jezebel." Whoops, the faces just took shape! She shakes her head at the millions of heads staring right at her- it's a dream, things like that happen.

Just enjoy the calm for now. "It is a demon that lay within my soul before I arrived here... I cannot sense her now, however. I fear the worst was occurred in my home world..."

"It's Rose," she supplied.

When the balloon heads took shape, Rose automatically put herself between the girl and the closest one. "So, you have a demon inside you. You tell your flight about that? That might be something they'd like to know."

Rose? Amane didn't know much about dream symbolism. What's that supposed to mean?

"They will gain little from knowing about it. She is no longer within me... which means she has either been released in my previous world, or I was simply brought here without her. Both leave her unattended in the Lockdown..."

God, fuck this, the whole situation is a mess.

"You do realize you're making no sense, right?" Rose crossed her arms. "And who's that?"

She jerked her thumb at the faces.

...Why does she need to make sense, though? It's a dream, she should automatically know.

"They are things from the past. It would be unwise to worry them with matters they cannot help with..." Amane does blink a bit before looking at the faces again. They're not angry- she hasn't seen him angry in ages. Not yet.

"Those... he is my father."

"Hmm." Rose turned to look at the closest one. "Is he a good father?"

"He is." She says that with no pausing to think. She means it.

Though... "He truly does want the best for the people." Amane's leaving it at that. Why doesn't Rose know? She begins trying to project information into her.

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nonsensical stress dream ahead

Having finally rolled a space goat myself, I actually know what this is referencing lol

yayyyyy spacegoats!

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