[Session 08] "Dreams of War, dreams of liars, dreams of dragon's fire"

[subject_013]

Who: Albert Wesker (aka Adrian Winters) and ...You.
What: August catch-all: Blood Power Chaos, end of his Boatgate side effects, et al.
When: During the month of August
Where: The Dreamscape, around the town.

Content Warnings: Surreal dreamscape, stalker behavior, zombie horror, body horror - To Be Updated

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Vileblood with Paleblood Gifts - Blood Power Chaos - OTA

[subject_013]

Perhaps you dream, whether during a nap or more likely during the night. Perhaps in your dreams the landscape shift. One moment, you stand on a sunlit beach or in some familiar location from your world of origin, or your favorite place in Trench or the surrounding regions.

Tall trees might sprout from the ground, hedging on your field of vision. The landscape might change to a dark forest. The bellow of a startled and angered stag rings through the trees, or echoes around you. A black stag with red eyes gallops toward you, as if fleeing from something or charging you. Their antlered head hasn't lowered, but something has disturbed the animal.

Perhaps the landscape or the townscape remains the same. Perhaps out of the corner of your eyes, you glimpse a tall figure, a man in black, carrying himself in a seemingly aloof manner, eyes hidden behind dark lenses. Blink or look directly at the interloper and he vanishes, though you may have the distinct sense of someone watching you.

Worse still, the landscape or townscape seems to roil and burn with a dark flame, the ground turning to sand, buildings crumbling to ruins, plant life fading and wilting and blackening. Clusters of strange lilies spring up with dark orange throats and ragged gold petals, a poisonously sweet aroma hovering about them. The wind kicks up, an arid blast from the heart of a desert. Perhaps something moans behind you, footsteps rustle on the sand. Turning to look behind you reveals a corpse-like humanoid shambling toward you, eyes cloudy, mouth agape and crusted with dried blood.

A dark figure watches from a nearby ridge, silhouetted against a roiling sky, the wind billowing the skirts of his duster like the robes of the grim reaper.

Re: Vileblood with Paleblood Gifts - Blood Power Chaos - OTA

[thevengefuldoll]

Being caught inside a dream, the demon has yet to realize that he's asleep. He watches as the scenery changes towards a violent turn. Although many would be alarmed, the demon remains calm. He stands in the desert with a curious gaze. How...did I get here?
Once more, his eyes cast a peek at the figure in the distance.

Before he can open his mouth to speak, the demon hears the sound of an oncoming foe. Enemy? Yes, definitely. He places a hand into his robes. Once armed with sharp mahjong counters, the demon tosses them at the fiend like kunei.

[survivalthroughhate]

Maul is used to the chaos of his dreams. He's not an easy sleeper and hasn't been since his master took him away from Dathomir when he was five years old. He's sleeping next to Savage when suddenly his usual nightmares become....different. This isn't his usual dreamland, the things that make him thrash around and mumble in his sleep.

Immediately, he tenses up and looks around, gaze sharp and focused. This is a dangerous place and he's on high alert.

[Closed to John Gaius]

[subject_013]

TBA