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[ OPEN ] March catch-all!

Who: alisaie & YOU
What: march catchall, dreamwalking, about town
When: any time in march!
Where: in dreams, general trench areas

Content Warnings: potentially intruding upon sensitive dreams, will update as necessary

dreamwalking i: your dream

[ she does not know how she is able to know that this is a dream, perhaps it is a facet of her paleblood power, but alisaie nevertheless alisaie walks in dreams tonight. it is not the first time she has fallen into lucid dreaming since she arrived at trench - in fact, it has been a somewhat regular occurrence - but it is, in fact, the first time she has visited another's dream and not simply walked about her own.

it cannot be helped. no matter how far from her you are, she is pulled into the vista of your dream involuntarily, the landscape shifting around her, changing into something.. unfamiliar. your dream.

immediately she attempts to leave, for it feels far too personal, far too presumptive to intrude upon someone's dreams without their leave, but she finds it is not so easy to turn and return to her own dreams. in fact, she has.. no idea how. as the dreamscape begins to coalesce around her, alisaie finds her heart kicking up into her throat. ]

I'm sorry, I - I hadn't meant to intrude..

dreamwalking ii: her dream

[ but perhaps instead of her treading into your dream, it is you who is pulled into hers, whether you like it or not.

the air is chilly and smells sharply of salty sea air - you find yourself in a beautiful port city on the cold northern sea, its buildings white etched with teals and blues, its streets thronging with scholars and adventurers and merchants. it is sunny, the breeze brisk, though the day is beautiful, the streets filled with chatter and the sounds of a hundred babbling water features filling the air.

alisaie sits at the wooden deck of a cafe, a warm mug of coffee between her hands. she realizes she is dreaming, she almost always realizes it these days, since coming to trench, since receiving her paleblood, though she has only just begun to get a grasp on actually controlling her dreams. they still come as they will, in whatever shape the fates decide, but thankfully this one is pleasant.. though painful in its familiarity. this is, after all, her home. nevertheless, the sudden presence of something other strikes her the moment you are pulled into her dream. like a crack of lightning, it strikes her, and alisaie startles in her seat, nearly dropping her mug. ]

Oh - excuse me?

[ she hadn't exactly expected.. company. ]

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[ this post can be used as a catch all for anything you like! alisaie can easily be found anywhere in trench, shopping around, on patrol and hunting, checking the beach for new arrivals - feel free to toss anything at me! if you'd like to plot anything specific, feel free to reach out to me via plurk, discord (redmage#4848), or pm!! ♥ ]

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[What they're doing is a mix between hunting and patrolling. While normally they patrol more populated areas, sometimes people will let the hunters know about local threats that are causing problems.

Like, say, a banshee that's taken up residence in Darcmouth, and will regularly creep into the graveyard and start trying to scream the dead awake. Fun. Well, Faith always craves the thrill of a fight, so she'd be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to the promise of one at the end of their shift.

Faith has a gnarled and vicious looking rifle slung over her shoulder, and she spares a glance toward Ali with a small smile.]

You nervous?

Not at all.

[ a banshee sounds like just what the doctor ordered, in fact. alisaie grins and lifts her hands to crack her knuckles through her thick black gloves. ]

In fact, it is just what I need, I think. I could do with a good fight.

[ however difficult it might be sometimes to take the beasts down, they do have to be taken down. alisaie might not like that there is no way to turn them back - yet - but that does not mean that she will shy away from the task. not unlike the sin eaters, the beasts are dangerous, who they once were is gone, lost, and in most cases there is little else to be done. alisaie has personally yet to meet a softer beast, though she has heard tell that they exist.

but anyroad. ]

Are you?

You and me both. [Faith lives for the hunt. She's a Slayer, through and through, and she's never been ashamed of the fact that she enjoys it.] The last month's been a real headache, for everyone I think. Nothing better for unwinding than kicking some ass.

Can't say I've ever fought one of these before, though, so I'm tempering my complete lack of nervousness, I guess. [She's grown up a bit since she was 18 and diving into pits of vampires without a second thought. She's still confident, bordering on cocky, but she's not sprinting after danger for thrills without a second thought. It's more like a brisk jog nowadays.]

See the new weapon? [She lowers it, showing it off to Alisaie. It's a much darker black and purple version of this. There's a small etching on the side, left by the original owner that says "Beastheart".] Moss King's got some cool shit in that house of his.

[ if it's one thing alisaie loves, it's weapons, and checking out other people's! so her face lights up when faith offers the firearm forward, and alisaie leans forward, her brows lifting high. ]

Ooh.. did you get that from the games?

[ alisaie has yet to participate herself, but it's hard not to notice everything that is going on in trench right now. whether or not she will be pulled into it herself she cannot know, but she's always ready and prepared, just in case. ]

Or is the Moss King your patron?

Nah. He sent out a bunch of invites, telling people to roll a dice to go to his house. Different levels of a real shitty trip depending on how the dice rolls. I fell through the roof, so that sucked, but I did get this for free so I can't complain.

[She smiles at Alisaie's shared enthusiasm for weapons.]

You know how to use one of these?

[ The dreamscape that has so firmly trapped Alisaie happens to be... some sort of office. It's all clean lines and earthy tones, a few detailed maps pinned to the walls the only things resembling decorations. It's an impersonal office altogether, leaving almost no hint as to the identity of its owner. Luckily the mystery is swiftly solved as Tanya sits at a single solid wooden desk scribbling away at some paperwork, her quill bobbing steadily. The only other things on her desk are a rotary phone, a cup of coffee, and a plate of chocolate truffles neatly stacked up.

She looks up calmly at her sudden visitor and sets her quill aside to fold her hands on her desk. ]

It's fine, Lieutenant. I'm always open to hearing what my subordinates have to say.

[ Welcome to the army, apparent First Lieutenant Leveilleur! Though Tanya feels that something is missing... ]

I don't want to be a stickler, but regulations are regulations for a reason. I'm not going to throw a fit if you forget to salute me, but you're liable to upset someone eventually if you make a habit of slacking off.

[ hoo boy.. alisaie didn't realize she was signing up for roleplay!!

she glances around nervously, taking in the dreamscape that has coalesced around her, and the person she has intruded upon, seated at her desk. tanya. it is one thing to have heard a little about her background, and quite another to see her immersed in it - the desk and office room seem only to amplify how obviously young she is.

not that alisaie would ever judge her, considering she left home and embroiled herself in combat at the tender age of sixteen, yet tanya nevertheless seems even younger still, even more tragic for it. though she certainly seems quite comfortable.. anyroad, alisaie is not sure what to do. should she explain? should she play along? the latter seems like the better option, since she does not know what might happen should tanya realize they are dreaming. the entire thing might collapse around them - which might be fine, but it also might not be at all fine!!

so for now she clears her throat and offers the best salute she can muster, from what she recalls of eorzea's grand companies. ]

Ah.. y-yes, of course, I would not dream of.. slacking off.

[ she's no good at this.. ]

[ Oh...? That salute wasn't even a little textbook. She doesn't think it's some thinly veiled insult on Alisaie's part, which means it must be some other underlying problem. Whatever it is, it's on Tanya as the manager of this outfit to get her unit back up to standards. It doesn't have to be a complicated solution -- she just has to get Alisaie's alertness back up. ]

Lieutenant, I think it's time we went on a field trip. The fresh air will do you good.

[ She stands (or descends) from her chair and pulls out a pair of shovels and large sacks from some vague space in her desk. She holds one of each out to Alisaie pointedly, no explanation yet forthcoming. ]

By the way, is there something on your mind? You have permission to speak.

[ yikes, it would seem her salute was not even close to good enough.. she did her best!! but she and tanya are from different worlds, it stands to reason that her salute would not be even a little familiar. alas.

she's panicking a little, but alisaie keeps her stoic facade as intact as she is able, schooling her features to calmness as best as she can. she's still not sure whether or not she should play along, but she's finding herself swept up in the story of it all nonetheless - she doesn't want to disturb tanya's psyche by trying to convince her that this is all a dream.. ]

On my mind? O-oh, not at all.

[ she doesn't sound very confident.. ]

That is - I'm still settling in, I suppose.

Settling in? ... Yes, I suppose that can't be helped.

[ The replenishments for her unit are coming in greener and greener these days. Why, Alisaie almonst seems like she received no training at all! But Tanya won't fault her for that; the fatherland needs as many people as it can get, as fast as it can get them. That's just the current shameful state of affairs.

It's more troubling that they couldn't even get Alisaie a proper uniform. A uniform look contributes to a uniform mind. Also, having her people dressed all willy nilly makes Tanya look sloppy as a commander. It really defies all logic... ]

Well, don't worry. I happen to be an old hand at on-the-job training. Come along and stay close.

[ She walks to the door to her office and kicks it down. What lies beyond is a landscape of gray: earth trampled and blown to lifelessness, trees replaced by fields of barbed wire. Layers of deep trenches eat into the land as far as the eye can see, winding tangles in parallel.

Tanya hops through the door, down into a trench directly below. It's relatively quiet out here aside from the distant bark of gunfire, and dark besides. It seems like both sides are taking a break in the fighting for the evening. Soldiers have stuffed themselves into any crevice they can find lining the trenches in pursuit of sleep, which makes walking space tight. ]

[ Sometimes Prompto's dreams are dark and complex and lonely, the kind of dreams that stay with you after you wake up and are really more of a psychological nightmare even though they closely reflect reality. A pleasant night's rest has been hard to come by since he arrived, and plagued by dreams such as that, it's not hard to see why.

...This dream is not one of those dreams, however. In this dream, is hiding in the Hammerhead convenience store, ducked behind some shelves, because he had been intending to go talk to Cindy - maybe even ask her out! - but after deliberating on this course of action for literal days, he realized he wasn't wearing any pants.

He has no idea what to do. He can't find any pants here, but if he leaves, someone is going to see him like this! At least he still has his undies...but that's still bad enough!!!

Then a familiar voice unexpectedly sounds from his left, and Prompto screeches, jumping about a mile in the air, before crashing into the nearest shelf. ]

D-d-don't look!

[ He's grabbing whatever is nearby to cover himself up with, which happens to be...a pair of fuzzy dice. ]

[ oh......

oh.

alisaie is taken aback for a moment, not only because she did not expect to wander into someone's dream in the first place, but even if she had, she could never have expected the suddenly pantsless while shopping dream. we've all had them..

she is almost embarrassed.. but his response, and the fuzzy dice, are too much. she snorts loudly, biting back her laughter, one fist raised to her mouth to help hold it in. ]

.. it's not as if I haven't seen you in less, you know.

[ what the fuck

why would she SAY THAT!!!!!!!

Prompto passes away. Or rather, that's what he would like to do in the moment, for all his face turns the color of a tomato, and he is unable to form any words beyond sputtering, confused noises. Even after a few moments of this, all he can manage is: ]

It's - I - y-you - it - me -

[ He's fucking dead and has forgotten how to speak. it's unclear if this is a condition of the dream or not... ]

[ bye prompto...................

anyway alisaie shouldn't laugh, but she sure does because oh my god it's just too much. giggles erupt from behind her fist, and soon enough she bursts into a fit of laughter, holding her stomach.

at least until she looks down, and her pants are also gone.

with a shriek, alisaie dives toward the same shelf as prompto, though to the opposite side of it, snagging a hammerhead tee-shirt and quickly wrapping it around her hips. she's not generally as finicky about nudity, but there's appropriate times and places.. ]

Do you always have these sort of dreams!?

[ Oh. Oh, gods. It just got so much worse.

It's one thing to embarrass himself - he's used to that - but another entirely to embarrass someone else, especially when that someone else is a girl, a cute girl that Prompto likes a lot, and now she's pantsless in his dream. He's gonna be so mortified about this when he wakes up...but at least she won't remember it. Thank goodness!!

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N-n-n-no! I swear! I --

[ Even though she has covered herself up, he is still turned away and doubling down by covering his eyes with one hand. ]

I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!!! I-I didn't see anything!

[ It doesn't occur to him yet that it's weird that she called it a dream... ]

[ it sure did get worse!! what the fuck, prompto!!

not that alisaie is any stranger to the Suddenly Naked dreams.. they have them even in eorzea. there's no escape from public shame nightmares, even in foreign worlds. she can only be thankful, right now, that it is only their pants that they are missing.. but anyway. ]

You better not have!!

[ were they in a bathhouse or something it would be perfectly fine, naturally, but there are people here that can see them!! this is not the proper place!! though she's not sure what she's worried about, when these other customers are simply.. dream people, they aren't real. that realization is enough to make her sigh, and ease her tone. ]

It's.. it's fine. Just try to bring our pants back, please.

[ if he concentrates hard enough he should be able to manage it.. ]

[ If anything more than their pants were missing, he would straight-up pass away. He's already lost any dignity that he had, but seeing her like this just makes it so much worse!

Not that he looked!! He absolutely didn't!!! She was merely a blur as he averted his gaze... ]

H-how am I supposed to do that?! I - I'm not some kind of...pants wizard!!!

[ It still hasn't quite dawned on him that this is a dream, though it clicks now that she called it one. Why would she tell him he's dreaming? That's pretty...weird. ]

[ ah yes.... the limited job pants wizard, she is familiar with it. ]

It's your dream, you can do whatever you want, can't you!?

[ she normally might be a little more careful about telling people they're dreaming, just in case it does some kind of idk psychic damage, but this is an emergency. she needs her pants back!! ]

[ Okay, this time it clicks, even though it doesn't make any sense. Is he...dreaming?? It doesn't feel like it, but it's usually pretty hard for him to tell what's a dream when it's actually happening, let alone have someone in the dream tell him he's dreaming.

His brows pinch together, temporarily (and only somewhat) distracted from their pantsless plight. ]

Wh...I'm dreaming? You sure?

[ Probably a weird thing to ask if it is a dream, but this is all still super weird. ]

[For once, the dream Maul has is a pleasant one. They don't come very often, so he treasures the nights he can get some decent sleep. It helps sleeping next to his brother in the real world. Nightbrothers were social creatures by nature and to be isolated was the worst sort of punishment to be enacted on one of them.

Tonight, Maul is dreaming of his early years on Dathomir. There's a group of children, all boys that run past as he stands outside the simple hut that is his home, asking if he wants to join in one of their games. He quietly tells them no in a way that seems almost shy. Even back then, Maul was socially awkward and not prone to interacting much with the Nightbrother kits his own age, which explains a lot about why he's got all the social skills of a goat as an adult.

Maul goes inside for a moment over to a bed where a small kit, thin and sickly-looking is lying down. He rests a hand on the small yellow-and-black skin of his forehead. 'Do you want to go into the forest with me, Savage?' His little brother mumbles a no and Maul seems unsurprised by this. He presses his forehead against his brother's in an affectionate gesture before he goes out again.

He wanders out of the village and into the forest with a fearless attitude. Kits that aren't smart and tough perish quickly on the dangerous planet. Maul goes into the woods until he's in a clearing where there's many flowers, trees, and small bits of wildlife like insects and trees about. He seems relaxed, happy, and content here. Curiously, filtered through the lens of the dream, Alisaie will be able to see that he's somehow able to connect with the nature around him in a way most children his age aren't able to. He's able to sense the life force pulsing all around him as surely as if there were neon signs pointing it out to him. It manifests in his little mind as a warm, white glow.

He's having fun just spending time on his own when he hears a new voice. He jumps as he turns around, seeing Alisaie there. Caught up in the old memory manifesting itself as a dream, he blinks his large grey-brown eyes at the visitor.]

Oh! Who are you? Are you here to visit my mother?

[Talzin, the leader of the Nightsisters, often has visitors from off-world coming to seek her counsel, given how wise and powerful she was.]

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