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—He’s beginning to feel a bit of pity for the man who looks to be eagerly declaring fights. Unfortunately, not many pay mind to him, except for wariness and a semblance of unsettled fear. A soldier had informed him of the disturbance, and it became quickly evident that the foriegner was most certainly not a Mazoku, nor was he speaking German. Wolfram hadn’t ever been quite so thankful for his time on Earth. ”Excuse me. I don’t know why you want to fight so badly, but...”

“They don’t speak your language here, you know. You can shout all you want, but nobody will except your declaration if they can’t understand you.” He was probably also a resident of Hive City, caught in the scientist’s sleep-induced mess. Wolfram wasn’t going to ask without certainty, though. Clearing his throat, he added, “if you need help, I can probably aid you. But I will have to ask you from making such a large disturbance in the middle of town.”

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Character Flaws

REPOST!

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—He’s fully aware he’s dreaming now ( and he’s not amused, thank you very much ); the castle grounds look very much like his home, a perfect replica from his memories, but the boy does not belong there. To put it gently, he’s from a very different era. He looked more like someone from Yuuri’s Earth than the swords-and-magic world of Shin Makoku.

They didn’t have lighters in this time, after all, though Wolfram knows what they are. After a few attempts of watching the boy click the lighter with increasing frustration and no results, Wolfram offered a hand. His fingertips were alit with a low flame, mimicking that of the empty lighter.

“If you’re looking to buy another lighter, they don’t exist here. At least, not those kinds. We have matches, though.” But there was no need for them, when it’s easier just to light it with majutsu.

@baddestdangerboy; dreamscape starter

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—so like... I didn’t really expect the event to be extended, but anyways, I guess this is an rp ad/starter call. it’s my finals week, but things are wrapping up, so!! I’ll jump into your ims to ask event/non-event, and maybe plot a bit. y’all know the drill.

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ca dreamscape event drabble

tw: death (non-explicit, mentioned), blood

It doesn’t matter that he knows he’s dreaming now; the memories bleed into the dreamscape just as they did before he knew what was happening. It was glimpses of everything he’d ever experienced; snippets of his eighty-two years of life blended together in a disorienting dissonance that left him nauseated and with a headache. Even if he knows he’s dreaming, the best he can do is try to exercise his limited control and skip through the worst of the memories.

He watches his step-father Dan Hiri Weller age and dies, and Wolfram never seems to age, not in the twenty-odd years that he knew the man. He was a baby when he met Dan Hiri as a baby, and was barely the size of a toddler when he died. But he remembers realizing the frailty of humans, the shortness of their lives, and shunning his beloved human half-brother in terror of what was to come. But Conrart’s Mazoku blood ran strong, and all he ended up doing was shattering the relationship with sharp remarks about his ‘dirty blood’.

The faint scars on his hands ache as he remembers learning majutsu, the old remains of the trial-and-error learning curve, a reminder of his fire’s ferocity... and it’s brutality. The thought rips him into another memory violently, and he’s back on the warfront.

Wolfram never suffered the same cruelties as the half-humans like Conrart, forced to fight with shoddy supplies and nothing to hope for, with their loyalty at question at every turn; he was a blue-blooded son of the Maou, with pure blood and a spoilt temperament. But he was on the battle field nonetheless; a naive officer of barely sixty, who still cried at night when the killing caught up with him. His soldiers never saw him cry, because that’s not what a proud Mazoku should do.

To a human, he’d look like a child of barely twelve.

His eyes close until he can feel the heat fade, the smell of burning flesh and spilt blood slowly thinning, and the memory passes. When he opens his eyes again, he’s showing Greta how to braid flower crowns and telling her the meanings behind the flowers. She weaves together a crown of irises and hydrangeas, and tells him that his pride and loyalty are what she loves most; a single red camellia is at the forefront, and he wonders if he should have told her about the darker meaning behind the graceful flower.

The wind kicks up the petals, and in the flurry, the scene changes.

A formal dinner. A political event, in celebration of Caloria’s liberation. He teaches Greta how to dance, and has a brief dance with his mother, who had returned to the country just for the occasion. Finally, though, Yuuri’s hand is in his, and the newbie king smiles and says, “I’ve been practicing, Wolf; I can lead this time.” And for all Wolfram’s jabs, he does well.

The next is less happy.

Everyone is there. Yuuri, his beloved, holds Greta tight as she weeps, and Wolfram’s heart does a painful flip. His brothers, so stoic, look lost and distraught; his mother’s eyes are as red as her cherry-colored dress, and her makeup runs ignobly down her cheeks. They surround a glass box with heavy-hearted silence, and Wolfram’s throat is agonizingly dry.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, and his hand reaches out to caress his daughter’s head, but he passes right through her. It’s useless; they can’t hear nor see him.

He’s dead. The glass box is his coffin.

That’s not quite right. He put himself into suspended animation just in time, but his heart is gone, quite literally. Without it, he’ll die eventually; this was just a stopgap to buy time. And he trusts that Yuuri will get his heart back, because like the stupid, henachoko king he was, once Yuuri set his mind to something it was sure to happen.

But that doesn’t mean the memory, built more on what he heard from others than his own foggy recollection of the time, is any less painful. And it simply won’t fade. So he seats himself on his own coffin and waits, with his hands pressed over his hears to block the cries of his family.

What a disgrace I am, he thinks bitterly. A soldier shouldn’t cry. A soldier shouldn’t fear death. For Shinou, for the Maou, for my family, I should gladly embrace my death. And for them, he would. But the icy feeling of fear spreading through his veins won’t fade as he realizes, but I don’t want to die yet. I’m not ready to leave them yet.

I’m afraid.

He’s not there. It’s not real. He knows this. But the underlying fear what if I never see them again, what if I’m trapped in this city forever, what if I never go home again is painfully real.

I just want to go home.

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Nobody --> Citizen

“I’ve been in this city for a month now?” To a Mazoku, a month is barely the bat of an eye. No substantial amount of time whatsoever-- a month to a human would be comparative to years to Mazoku. But...

“That’s too long.”

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"Marriage? I'm in support of it. Of course, I'm only engaged, but I'm much happier now than beforehand. It made me a better person, or so I like to believe."

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themagehero:

Dreams simply didn’t run on logic. Some had a better sense of reality than others but they were often unpredictable. The mage didn’t usually experience them though. When it came to sleeping, he was tossed into the Fade instead. As a mage he could wander consciously through it. Defending himself from demons or just navigating around.

Being trapped in Hive meant the realm had a pretty consistent shape. He wasn’t travelling after all, and his connection to Thedas had been cut off. There was no reason for the Fade to keep changing.

“You weren’t imagining things. I assume it was for dramatic effect, or simply to pull at your fears. A parent fears nothing quite like the death of their child. Of course, I’was an outsider looking in so being pushed only confused me. For you it was a lot more personal.”

The Warden had only met Wolfram once. He didn’t know anything about their past, or had much of a connection with the man. It was odd that out of all people he’d be pulled here. The scientists certainly worked in mysterious ways.

Soon the smoke began to disappear. All of this only confirmed what Daylen thought. It was another incident of being sent in someone’s world. However, this was only a fictional representation. The mazoku had even influenced it although subconsciously. Just how much control did one have over this?

If this is a dream, then there must be an end point. All dreams end when someone wakes up. Perhaps they just need to progress along and find it.

“Now, what I’m going to say is based somewhat on now and past experiences. The scientists have pulled moves like this before. Although it didn’t involve dreaming. There have been moments when rather than altering it, I was forced to view traumatic moments in the lives of others. Or they had to see mine even if I protested. That and fake versions of our worlds, when we were told we could all ‘go home’. So this isn’t my first time dealing with a false reality

My last memories before all this involve falling asleep. It was sudden too, so it must have been caused by the scientists. To what ends I am not aware. As for being here, I have no real control over that. It seems I wandered into your dream by pure coincidence. Even a stranger likely could have come here.

You remembering removed the smoke. So I believe that here, you have the power to change this dream. Even if you had only done it subconsciously.”

    —A parent fears nothing more than the death of their child. He didn’t know if he could agree with something quite so much. He did feel bad for dragging Daylen into it, though; he barely knew the man, and here he was, dragging him into some Shinou-forsaken nightmare with his wits lost. " I... can’t agree more. I apologize. I don’t know how, but I dragged you into a personal matter.”

Wolfram absorbed the information, and thought it over carefully. Comprehension here was vital, and he’d never heard of any of these things before-- except, of course, the scientists themselves. His tone is a bit raspy, but certainly sour. “I suppose that this gives me one more reason to dislike those ‘scientists’. Not that I required another. But... you have my sympathies, for all the cruelties you’ve endured.”

What did he remember, exactly? “I believe that I was in my apartment before... this. I fell asleep as soon as I returned.” He frowned. “Unnaturally fast. I’d had to have been put to sleep.” A hand dragged through his hair, sending gray streaks of crushed ash through the blonde. “I dislike the idea of strangers wandering into my dreams immensely.”

He hadn’t even noticed the smoke dissipating, but brought to his attention, but Wolfram supposed that the two instances couldn’t be unrelated. “I... I see. So then, I can, perhaps, control what we’re seeing?” The prospect is appealing. “Do you think I could go so far as to end the dream?”

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viciouswhcp:

Siwang had waited, and waited, and waited for her to come back. But he knew in the end, that when she did. it would be only when she turned to stone. And that broke his heart, tears to flow nightly. All those affected by the stone disease died in pairs, but she, died all alone. Another thing to hate that man for. selfish, selfish. And he couldn’t go with her at all. 

Pain like that, lasts forever and ever. There is no escape from it at all and he wishes to forget, but thats something he could never do. Forgetting a love one , the only loved one , is hard. And will always be hard. 

the dream is a reflection than, and he knows more. And is thankful that this is not his dream he had indulged in.  Does he dream a lot ? Yes. 

 “I simply enforce the law and give out punishments should they meet the quota. That is it. “ 

A simple enough job when your punishment can mostly be execution. 

 He takes a look at the bubbly frail glasses. 

 “I cannot remove my mask.”

    —His smile is faint, but it is there, nontheless. So the term ‘officer’ was relatively the same. “What you call an ‘officer of the law’ would be a soldier who ranks among a designated set of military ranks here. You could call them ‘officer rankings’, I suppose.”

Wolfram does know enough about Earth and the countries there to know this wasn’t the norm, though. Shin Makoku was just a little behind in such customs. “Our army keeps order. We don’t have any sort of police force, but I know of the law-enforcing customs of other nations. Your ‘officer of the law’ sounds a bit like that. It’s a respectable position.”

Oh. Right, the mask. A flush of embarrassed heat flooded his cheeks, stark against a pale complexion, and he turned his head away. He’d forgotten that little tidbit... how stupid of him. And rude, even if it was unintentionally so.

“R-Right. Sorry. That was insensitive.” Blame it on the wine. Change the subject. “I... truthfully, I don’t know when my dream will end. If I recall the memory I’m assuming this is pulled from, it’ll be after Yuuri finishes his speech.” A little bit longer, then; when he was riled up about justice, he tended to ramble. “That’s... in just a few minutes. I feel as though it’s a common courtesy to give you a warning in advance.”

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Classical Alignment Test

Tagged by: Stole it

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themagehero:

Daylen’s magic isn’t really for extinguishing fires. Sure, he could try creating ice and then melting it. It wouldn’t create the amount of water needed though. The flames here were already thick and heavy; perhaps this castle will burn down entirely. In that case, they’ll have to start running soon.

For a second he wonders what’s really going on. It could be just a repeat of last time. Being sent into another world and reliving someone’s trauma. Or perhaps it’s something similar but under different circumstances.

Once the duo are out of harms way, he has some questions for Wolfram. What’s the last thing they remember before coming here?

So mazoku apparently look younger than they should, if he’s hearing them right. That at least explains why the other man has a daughter. Just how old is Wolfram anyway? At the Academy, they had sounded more like a parent to Yuuri than someone his own age.

“I haven’t seen her yet. Although it’s dangerous to be here, we may have to retrace your steps. Its a balancing act between searching the castle and not getting ourselves killed. Given I’ve never been here before, you’ll know the layout better than I will.

Let me ask you something. When you were holding her, is it like time skipped for you? A fire can’t start up this fast, and both of us would definitely have noticed. So it’s probable we were both pushed forward.

Also, this is a private question I know but… have any of these events happened to you before?” It’s clear he’s thinking of something, but not showing all his cards.

    —There’s a small, but persistent, feeling of uneasiness and discomfort in the back of his mind, a heavy feeling in his chest with every heartbeat, though he can’t quite place why. A disconnection. It feels as though his surroundings simply aren’t real-- perhaps that’s the adrenaline.

“I'd gladly retrace my steps if it meant I find her.” It’s not like he hasn’t burned himself with his own element before. Not that he’d, uh, admit that one. “I know the layout of this place well. I've lived here since I was a child. I can promise that we won’t get lost.”

Time... skipped? It certainly felt like it had. “I... yes. I’d say it did. I was holding her one moment, and the next, she was gone and the fire burning. I’d thought that was just my imagination, but...” Nothing that he knew of could manipulate time. It didn’t mean something of the sort didn’t exist, though.

“No, no, it’s no issue. Something as fickle as privacy doesn’t matter in the slightest now.” Did something like this happen before? It... hadn’t, had it? No, it had; the memory hit him with the force of a physical blow. “It... it did. This happened before. A fire started in the stables and spread to the castle. I... lost Greta in the smoke, but Yuuri put it out before it spread too far. Greta had escaped outside with the castle maids.”

His head hurt, and the flames seemed to flicker transparently; the heat waned as realization dawned on him, but the memory marched the dream-esque state forward. The smoke began to thin and clear; the hard sounds of water pelting the fire out with magical force invaded the air. Yuuri’s put the fire out. “This isn’t real at all, is it? It’s a memory. A... a dream.” But the ash on his clothes is real. “She’s safe. Oh, Shinou, I’m so glad. But..." A new question. “It’s not that I’m not happy to see you, though more pleasant circumstances are to be desired. Why are you in my... whatever this is?”

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viciouswhcp:

Dreams had to be grasped into reality, and the harder the dream, the more people die. That is a basic fact of the dark ones, who had to struggle in order to survive. Everything about this, reeked of innocence. That king, double black. How odd, did it feel to be jealous. 

And pity, he felt pity for this young man, who had to give up everything because he was ripped away from the dream itself. 

SiWang isn’t suppose to give pity, but here he is. 

 No. 

 “My dream, is a nightmare that never stops.” Also, his life. “It would be better for you, to never know such a place.”

…

 “Rarely do those, bother give me names. But you are polite enough.   I am SiWang Yenshen, of the dark ones. Officer of law.”

A inferior position to be sure. 

    —He’s familiar with nightmares, but certainly of a different breed; his days as an officer in the war never really left him (but he suppresses them all too well), and he can still recall the fear of watching his step-father, a human, wither with age from a young man in his prime to an elderly man, while Wolfram never seemed to age; he’d been the size of a toddler when he’d met Dan Hiri Weller, and he was the size of a toddler when Dan Hiri died, two decades later.

Or the time that he died. His heart aches physically at the thought, as though it had been ripped out of his chest... oh wait. And the dream flickers dangerously, incoherent snapshots of his memories bleeding through, before settling once more. Wolfram doesn’t notice, too preoccupied with the abrupt stinging in his heart.

“Alright, then. I won’t push for someone to return to a nightmare.” That’d be too cruel, even for a demon. Wolfram glanced about the party, and hesitated a moment. “Well, I suppose that there’s food and drink to enjoy, if that’s your fancy. Though, most of the drinks are wine, or champagne. Not that you don’t appear old enough to drink, but I figured I should inform you beforehand.” Some people just preferred to avoid liquor.

Wolfram, while quite the silver-spooned brat at times, does remember his manners. His bow is polite enough for the rather formal setting, and he’s graceful about it. “It’s a pleasure, SiWang Yenshen.” And it was... pleasant enough circumstance. There were certainly worse ways to properly meet. “What is an ‘officer of the law’, where you are from, may I ask? We don’t have such a term in Shin Makoku.”

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themagehero:

This isn’t the first time he’s been whisked away. Past troubles in this city have meant visiting another world, although an imitation of it. Or even reliving his own traumatic memories. So this experience isn’t really a surprise, although still not fun to deal with. What exactly is happening now?

He can remember going to the mansion’s kitchen and then… nothing. Everything had suddenly went black. Now he’s in unfamiliar territory. The land is closer to Ferelden than he expected, but still strange.

Of course, he isn’t given much time to think about it. Flames soon appear out of nowhere; it’s like he’s jumped through time into a dangerous situation. What he needs to do now is get to safety. Daylen could try to assist with the fire but he knows nothing about this place. Nothing about the people who live here. What if he ended up making everything worse?

Smoke in the air makes him cough, a hand raising to shield his face. After that a very panicked man collides into him. Wait a second - he recognises them. Oh dear, this is one of /those/ situations.

Hold on one moment. Wolfram is old enough to have a daughter? He’ll have to ask about that later. For now, it seems he’s been pulled into a rescue mission.

“I don’t even know where I am right now, never mind the location of your daughter. It’s like I just appeared here suddenly. Just take a second to breathe; I know that’s not healthy with a fire, but you know what I mean. Can you tell me what she looks like?”

    —The smoke is thick and smothering, enough so to bring tears to his eyes, but Wolfram can’t lose his composure anymore than he already has (he’ll just feed the fire like that, and that was the last thing needed). Yuuri would have been the person for this situation, not Wolf; the feeling of uselessness was worse than the smoke.

“She’s-- she’s about this tall,” his hand hovers just above his waist, “and she’s ten, but she’s a human, not a mazoku, so she looks older than she is.” If she were a pureblooded mazoku, she’d be the size of a toddler. Wolfram wasn’t really thinking about the fact that he was talking to a non-Mazoku as he was speaking, though. “Brown hair, brown eyes, a darker complexion. Her name is Greta.”

Hold a moment. Not know where he was? “It’s... Blood Pledge Castle. Shin Makoku.” Wait, that’s right. That’s the teacher, Daylen, he was from Hive City. “You... you’re from another world. Right. Sorry, I... don’t know where my head is.”

Not here, that’s for sure. "Please, help me find her. I was just holding her a moment ago, she can’t have gone far, and...” She was a human. She had no maryoku, but no, that terminology won’t be any help here. “She’s being educated in diplomacy, not fighting. She can’t use any sort of magic to protect herself.”

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    —Well, looks like I’m just in time for the event! Give this a like and I’ll write a little something, probably not too long, based on the dreamscape event– feel free to jump into my ims/askbox for plotting, though! Hesitantly… uncapped. May cap later.

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pygmypearl:

All Pearl can bring herself to do is cringe internally, looking around in shock at the more than slightly disturbing scene. Smoke burned at her nostrils and lungs, and she found her fingers gripping her own arms tightly, as if trying to comfort herself. 

Golden hued eyes burned into one face in particular, one who looked somewhat familiar to her but that Pearl was unable to place. It tickled at the back of her mind, making her uncomfortable as she kept on staring. Something was definitely off, but she wasn’t sure what.

“Hey, I may be a civilian, but what the fuck is going on here?” Her gloved hands were shaking, her own legs feeling weak as she continued to stare at the scene.

    —He’s certain he’s met her before. He knows it with certainty, but he can’t place it. Still, duty comes before emotion, even with jumbled thoughts. “The humans attacked a church. Everybody inside was... burned alive. They were trying to assassinate the Maou.”

His fiancé and his brother, both inside the church; a king and his guard. His daughter, too, but she was safe with the soldiers; she had escaped. The other two had not. Had they? Yes. They had. Wolfram knew this; he’s lived through this before. The corpses under the tarps, however, told him otherwise.

“The houryoku here is still strong, so I’d avoid getting any closer to the ashes.You don’t look like a Mazoku, so it likely won’t harm you, but safe is better than sorry.” Houryoku; human magic, detrimental to the mazoku people. To anyone else, harmless enough. “Are you... lost?”

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viciouswhcp:

Peace between humans and the dark ones. Their peace was drafted solely on greed. After all when they was peace, the dark ones were rising higher in all aspects. medicine, education ,water systems. It was all there, he closes his eyes for a moment. Nostalgia for something already dead was a thing he was used to. 

 “Greed between human countries and my own, were based off greed. The dark ones flourished, and when they did. Humans flock for profit. That is their reason. The ruler though, had sacrificed his citizen to become powerful.”

 “Perhaps if you would enter my dream, you would see how much we could have prospered. But dreams are dreams, and this is your own. It is… a lovely dream. Perhaps one I would have wanted if I lived longer.”

A child and a loving …no just a lover. Just her. 

 “How odd, to feel jealousy.”

    —Wolfram paused, thoughtful. “They say that war is merely an extension of diplomacy, but... I digress. That’s too cynical. True peace is when both sides come to an understanding, according to my king. And still, I can’t agree. I think that’s too naive. I don’t know if it’s ever truly peaceful. As long as we have free will, there will be disagreements. Perhaps... that stems from our greed as sentient creatures, and our pride.”

That didn’t make any sort of sacrifice, especially of the people, justified. “It is a lovely dream, of everything I miss. I enjoy it. And peace is always something to be longing for. However,” and his thoughts had finally begun to clear a bit, “dreams are more than just dreams, sometimes. I believe this. They manifest everything we desire and everything we fear.” Sometimes, all at once. Dreams had a way of becoming nightmares.

“It should be possible for me to do so. You’ve entered my dream, after all. I don’t know how it’s possible, though.” Green eyes observed carefully, for a reaction. “But I won’t try to intrude unless you’d wish to show me.” After all, dreams were very private things. It wouldn’t be odd for someone to dislike the idea of a stranger waltzing around in their dream.

Wolfram didn’t even know his name, did he? That was... a startling revelation. He supposed introductions had taken on the back-burner role. “I’ve been rude, haven’t I? Wolfram. That’s my name. Wolfram von Bielefelt, of Shin Makoku.”

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    —Well, looks like I’m just in time for the event! Give this a like and I’ll write a little something, probably not too long, based on the dreamscape event– feel free to jump into my ims/askbox for plotting, though! Hesitantly… uncapped. May cap later.