dream ✠ 001

[knightofchanges]

At first there is nothing. Everything is dark; pitch black. This lasts for a few seconds before there is a soft ticking sound like a small watch. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. It grows louder with every passing tick, and more and more clocks join in until there is a multitude of them. It becomes too overwhelming -- a deafening crescendo of time. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. TICK. TOCK. A black shadow. A cloaked figure. A flash of a sword. TICK-- A loud crash before the screen explodes with the image of hundreds of clock pieces -- gears, hands, numbers, glass, metal, plastic, everything. The pieces shower down, glistening in the light. The glass fragments catch the reflections of black shadows that lurk somewhere within the darkness. Some show blank, eyeless faces with only their mouths and noses could be seen, the hair covering everything else. And then they are gone, the last bits and pieces falling into the dark abyss. [filter: private || 100% unhackable] But there is one piece that falls last. The tip of an hour hand. In its reflection is a face with a broken mask. It is blurred, but what can be seen from the uncovered half is the dull, empty red eye of the owner staring out into nothing. It is blank, unfeeling. Until the eye changes into the face of a clock, slowly zooming in until it covers the screen.

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Hm...so this is how the dreams work here. [doesn't sound that perturbed considering the dream he just had]

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[donhatter.livejournal.com]

[ There's a long stretch of silence, and at first in the darkness of his own living space, a dark look stretches over Blood's face. Those clocks, that ticking, that sound. Julius. His teeth gnash together and his cane that's a good many yards away is ready to be transformed into a deadly weapon at ready, but the expression fades as the Dreamberry illuminates the room just a bit more. A mask is in place and the polite facade has surfaced. ]

I do hope that you realize that you're without a job here.

[ And it's threatening, this dream, because he's promised Elliot destruction, but what about him damnit ]

[carnivalcat.livejournal.com]

[... bad feeling. Bad feeling. Very bad feeling.]

You... getting a little homesick there, Ace?

[centerofthering]

[That dream did not have a good aura at all, but Ty Lee is never one to pry]

That was a pretty scary dream.

[heroine-pimpin.livejournal.com]

*... She is somewhere not in the apartment, still hiding from everyone in a special hiding place. Blinks worriedly at the dream. That ... was rather disturbing.*

... Ace?