| April 3rd, Arrival of Radical Edward |
[29 Mar 2008|10:13am] |
Who?: Edward and Hammy
What?: Radical Edward’s arrival.
When?: April 3, Year Unknown, Very Early Morning
Where?: The Foyer
Rating?: Should stay PG
Status?: Complete.
Walking down the dark metal hallway, Ed swung her arms as she plodded along side Ein on the hunt for the mysterious space creature. Balancing the heat sensor on top of her head, she looked at everything through the goggles it was connected to turning everything shades of greens and reds. She grinned as her mind thought out a great mission log for the days current events. August 6th, Skyday. Today, we will go look for the spooky mysterious space creature. Lesson, lesson….If you see a stranger, follow him!
She paused in mid stride and turned towards the bathroom door with interest. Taking an attack stance, she quickly released the catch and leaned in as the door slid open. “Are you here? Are you her~re, Mr. Spooky Creature?” Seeing no heat being picked up she backed out with a giggle. This was fun! Looking back down the hall she noted that Ein was quickly walking ahead of her. “Ein! Ein! Wait up!” She called out and jogged after with her arms out, plane style.
She instantly stopped as everything went black. “Ah?” Looking around she still couldn’t see anything. “Ein? Where did you go?” She jumped a little as the greens and reds came back but no longer outlining the inner hall of the Bebop. Instead there was a giant statue or something next to her and water flowing around. “Hmmm?” She cocked her head to the side forgetting the device balanced there till it crashed onto the hard floor, a few pieces braking off. The image she saw quickly focused to its usual detail with a shade of green over it from her goggles.
Seeing the fountain she quickly ran over to it and jumped in splashing the water around. “Heehee! Ed found a fountain! Ed found a fountain!” She kicked the water about not caring is she was making a mess of herself and the floor around it. It was rare to ever find a fountain so large and even more so when she was supposedly on a space ship in the middle of space. “Weee!!” She twirled around in it only to loose her balance and go head first splashing down. “Ayah….” She sat up from the water and shook her hair out pulling up the goggles to look around with her own eyes only to find she was no longer alone.
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| April 3rd. Arrival of Spike. |
[29 Mar 2008|08:59pm] |
Who?: Spike and Erika.
What?: Spike's arrival to the mansion.
When?: April 3rd, sunset.
Where?: The fountain.
Rating?: Probably PG-13 for Spike's choice of words.
Status? In progress.
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| April 3rd, Arrival of Dream |
[29 Mar 2008|11:03pm] |
Who?: Dream and Ash
What?: Dream's arrival.
When?: Late afternoon.
Where?: Not far from the gazebo.
Rating?: PG
Status?: In progress Finished
It was not until the loose white sand beneath his feet changed into hard gravel that Dream realized something was wrong. Looking around he saw that the scenery had changed from a barren desert into a rocky shoreline; a set of stairs had been carved into the side of the cliff face that loomed in front of him. His gaze followed their path up the cliff, past a white gazebo that had been built into the side of the steep hill, and came to rest on a the large mansion that seemed to be the center of this place. None of it seemed remotely familiar. Somewhere during his walk through the Soft Places at the edges of the Dreaming, he had gone astray.
And indeed, he was no longer in the Soft Places. Had that been the case then leaving would have been a simple matter, requiring no more effort than a thought. But whoever or whatever ruled this place did not want him to leave, and had probably been what led him here, so skillfully that he had not even realized it. Dream of the Endless had never been one to panic, but as he stood alone on the beach, the reality of the situation sinking in, he was as close as he had ever come to doing exactly that. This was not some magician's spell; it was something much more subtle and more powerful, to have brought him here like this.
Whatever it was, and whatever their reason for bringing him here, they could not have chosen a worse time to do it. The Dreaming was not quite in the state it had been after the Kindly Ones had completed their vengeful rampage, but it was far from being fully restored. If Dream remained here for too long there was no telling how much further off that would become, or how much of what had been done would be undone. A memory that was not hs own tugged at the corner of his mind, a memory of returning to his kingdom and finding that is had been reduced to ruins and was slowly crumbling into dust... he could not let that happen again.
I suppose, he thought, that it would be useful to know where I am, at least. He approached the stairs, and slowly made his way up toward the mansion.
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