MarinaNova Asylum

a ★ thors

( spoilers for cold steel's end game )

b ★ field study

[ The first thing you notice is the fact that you're wearing an unfamiliar uniform with a red blazer. The next is the fact that you're carrying a device that's just a bit bigger than the average cell phone. When you flip it open, you notice it has colorful orbs set inside it.

Rean finds you while you're looking over this device. ]

You're probably wondering what that is, right?

[ He's wearing a similar uniform to yours which, he says, means you're in his class (Class 7). He doesn't recognize you, however, which he doesn't think is that big of a problem. ]

It's alright. Anyway, if you don't mind helping me with my requests, I'd really appreciate it. I've got three going on right now.

[ * In this dream, Rean will be lucid. But it's okay! This is the laid back dream where you get to do mundane stuff like fish/gather stuff/deliver things/fight random monsters etc. ]

[ Cabin in the woods ]

[ It's quiet out here. Not silent, but quiet. Peaceful is the word, perhaps, for the stillness that permeates every inch of the landscape. Wide stretched fields, deep dark woods with a heavy scent of pine and damp moss, the lingering sweetness of manure that follows along on the breeze. It's late summer, with the chirp of crickets and berries ripening in the outskirts of the woods.

You approach a cabin. It's small, two tiny rooms and a tinier kitchen, a rickety porch and a roof that may not survive another winter. Across the yard, an old barn that houses nothing but a rusted over tractor and a handful of chickens, happily cooing and roosting in the hay. This hasn't been a farm in a long time but someone is living here. Vegetables grow behind the house, a clothing line is stretched out between two gnarly old apple trees in the yard, the clothes still damp and smelling of soap. No electricity, no running water, if you need the bathroom you'll have to settle for the outhouse.

Care to explore? ]

Dream 1
The ship is dead in the sky. Warnings about life support blare in both English and Cantonese over the loudspeakers. The air feels thin. Something is definitely wrong here. If you make it to the cargo bay, you might want to see to the man busy bleeding from a gunshot wound.

Dream 2
Horses knicker and stamp their hooves, though you might not be fully aware of your surroundings other than a bot shrieking at you to kiss better and Mal's hands tangled in your hair as he pulls you close and presses his lips firmly against your own. "Ain't letting this chance go by again," he growls.


Dream 3
"You're it!" Mal calls before taking off running. You have to dodge horses and cattle to chase him, and he's clearly making this as difficult as possible for you.

[ Something that is red is....?]

[It's snowy. The wind is strong, pushing against your body. It makes it difficult to stand against the blizzard that blots out the sky turning everything to white. It's cold, too, the area mountainous with only scattered trees. The only thing you can be thankful for, is that you seem to be dressed appropriately for the weather. But the more you wander, freezing in the elements, you'd really like to get out of the storm and into somewhere warm. Looking down to try and keep the snow from hitting your face, you glance down, and that's when you see it.

In a world covered in white, red stands out.

Blood.

It covers the ground, staining the snow in a bright color that can't be missed. That's when you hear it, though. There's a voice up ahead. Looking up, you can clearly see a man. Smiling as though he had just won a prize, he speaks down to a little girl no more than five years old who stands in the midst of the blizzard.]

Are you lost, little girl? [The smile widens and he reaches down toward her. A snarl overtakes him, and lips parting, pointed fangs are clearly visible as he grabs her roughly] If that's case, then may I drink your blood? [The child is petrified, her eyes widening as the man grabs her, forcing her head to the side as he easily restrains her within his grip.]

...! Sto-- [She starts to cry in a young, terrified voice. You know and realize immediately that if you don't do something, he'll bite her.]

[Disciplinary Committee]

Hold it right there!

[With a hand held out dramatically, she points at you. It's dark, but thanks to the lamps that decorate the many crisscrossing paths of Cross Academy, you can both see each other clearly in the dark. Upon inspection, the one who's suddenly stopped you is a long haired brunette, dressed up in a black school uniform. You might not know her, but usually she is recognized as being the Headmaster's adoptive daughter and the younger sister to the infamous Kaname Kuran.

Adjusting an armband near her shoulder, she places her opposite hand on her hip.]

Don't you know it's past curfew? I'm going to need your name and class number.

// TO CARRY ON, FORGET KRYPTON, AND KEEP GOING //

[ kara dreams of only one thing tonight: home.

not the earth that she came from, the job and post she's effectively abandoned, but home. her real home. the world that was lost. the one she can't go back to.

she dreams of a krypton that's still intact; of long talks with her aunt astra while waiting for her mother to come home from a long sentencing, and especially of running through the long, winding halls of her home, hand-in-hand with a boy of about ten or twelve, laughing all the while.

the boy lets go and darts past her, rushing ahead. ]

Kal-El, wait—!