lifeaftr | Exploration Event: Neverwere

EXPLORATION EVENT: NEVERWERE

Who: Everyone!
What: Your wildest dreams come true!
When: May 15th to May 18th
Where: Ziziphus, those still on Ensō...and Mu
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Then Know That My Life Was Just a Killer Dream
You can find most of the information you need in the OOC info post! In the meantime, feel free to use this log as a catch-all for your dream worlds, as well as detailing your efforts to free one another. Whether they're on Ziziphus or Ensō at the time of the dreams' capture, your character is free to access as many dreams as you like, as the interlocking mental landscape allows for that sort of crossing over apropos of nothing. And time, of course, is very fluid in dreams - many days, months, and years can transpire in a matter of mere minutes.

Will you fight your way free from Ziziphus's vines or Mu's thrall, or are you content to die in your sleep?

Remember to let us know if your character dies during this event!

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] May 15th: The vines make their move, ensnaring characters in ideal fantasy worlds
[ ♆ ] May 17th: The Storyteller will make contact with those they can, as well as issue information and a potential solution
[ ♆ ] May 18th: Those that have not freed themselves from the vines or from Mu will suffer a death

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[Blinking, because she did not expect such a voice to echo past her ears, Ammy flicks them once and stares around the dark halls. She honestly isn't sure why she's here either, but there feels to be something very...off about this place. It feels like the dreamscape of the island some newcomers first visit before entering the world of Lifeaftr properly. So, in a whispery voice like theirs, Ammy responds. She has a feeling that writing now wouldn't translate as well...though she loathes speaking so very much. Oh well.]

A dream? [She questions them, looking around slowly with a sway of her tail.]

Dream...Home.

[ The Knight has a limited vocabulary, even in a dream; their imagination doesn't stretch that far, apparently. They kick their feet and gesture expansively at the darkness all around. ]

Birthplace, [ the small voice murmurs, and the darkness begins to take on a texture, especially around the bench and that broken sphere. Light from some unseen source glints off countless masks, like the Knight's - but all broken, all empty. It feels uncomfortably like bone. ]

[Home? This place? This place is where her small, sweet friend was born? Ammy peers through the encasing darkness, the gleam of white from other, broken masks like Knight's casts ghastly shadows here and there with their jagged horns. All are still, all are empty. This cannot be a place of birth, of life, it seems more like...like a graveyard. Ammy's ears fold back, sadness filling her dark eyes as she lowers her head, uttering out a soft whine.

She won't necessarily force them, but this dark place reminds her too much of the depths of the cursed Ark of Yamato, where the God of Darkness himself, Yami, dwelled...ages ago, back in Nippon. For a moment, she recalls the monster's image, and could have sworn she saw the glow of red from the markings cast into the shell of its armor in the blackness. Ammy shudders, the fur on her back standing up.]

Can you go elsewhere? [Are they even allowed? There must be somewhere else that's not like this here in this world. Somewhere else that they can not be surrounded by such an oppressive sense of...sorrow.]

[ They study her expression and her movements, and then nod, slowly. ] Yes.

[ They hop off the bench finally, a little crackle of bone coming from underfoot, and begin to walk. If Amaterasu follows, it's not long before the darkness gives way to a pale blue light, and the shores of a tranquil lake.

The water stretches out in every direction. The masked figure in blue, with a soft voice, is here too; they sit, looking out at the water.

The Knight sits, too, and looks at her. Inviting her to sit as well.

(There is no place free from sorrow; their life has been shaped by it, defined by it. But this is one of the few memories of their recent life not dragged down by that enduring sadness.) ]

Friend, [ they murmur. ]

[The crack and shifting of bone under her paws isn't exactly new, but it certainly is unsettling as well as uncomfortable in a variety of ways. Amaterasu doesn't enjoy this place, and it's easy enough to tell - her tail is tucked between her legs and her head is low, tongue flicking out over her lips as her ears are flattened against her skull. This place is too reminiscent of a much more wicked place she knows...so Amaterasu isn't at all fond of it. The pressing weight of sorrow and ill-omen is smothering. She has to get out of here. It's like a Cursed Zone, bearing down on her and sapping her very strength second by second.

So, the more relaxing lakefront is a much more pleasant sight, and she seems to exhale the moment she can breathe a less oppressive air. It's far more peaceful here, and she sits when bid to, laying down beside the tiny Knight to catch her breath. Looking to where they gesture, she nods her head and seems to smile.]

Tell me? [She's asking if they can tell her about their friend there - she has heard so few stories of other people's homes, the friends and families left behind, that she can't help but be curious. Besides, if this is what can make her friend here recall a moment of joy in their life, then that will make her happy as well.]

Storyteller. Explorer. Kind. [ They lean against the wolf, almost subconsciously aware that if they were to do the same to this memory, it would fade.

Dreams are strange things, sometimes too real to bear, sometimes slipping away. They are careful to preserve this one, to stay a while longer. Like a child asking for five more minutes of sleep, pulling the covers over their head. ]

Very old. From long ago. [ They miss him, that much is certain. There's a certain ache to the words, to this clear memory. ] Long journey. Task complete. Resting now.

[Resting now? She wonders, idly, if that's the whole of the story - are they still here or...just a dream? A memory? She doesn't think so ask, can't really bring herself to for fear of an answer that would upset her tiny friend, and just allows them a moment of solace to enjoy the presence of someone close to their heart. Her tail sways slowly behind her as she reminisces a bit herself, looking out at the water. It's peaceful here. It's nice.]

I too have someone like this. He is kind, and an explorer, and also a storyteller...but his stories are not told through word. [A smile reaches into her dark eyes and she looks down at the Knight gently, nosing their cheek with her snout.] He is an artist - a painter - and he is the bravest, most incredible person I know.

[She owes him her very life. The life of hundreds...thousands, maybe. Without Issun's help, she and the other gods would have perished, and Darkness would have ruled for centuries. If not for him...she would not be here to praise him.]

I believe we are both very lucky to have such people in our lives.

Good friends, [ the Knight agrees, bold and comfortable enough with the goddess now to gently nuzzle against her much larger snout. She is, as always, warm and soft. A light they don't understand, but they're beginning to welcome. ] Very brave.

[ It's nice, here. Watching the lake, feeling at peace. They feel as if they could just slip back into slumber again, huddled up against Amaterasu.

They have the slightest feeling of unease, of wrongness, maybe that would be a bad thing. But they are so tired. They haven't felt this tired in a long, long time. ]

[Sensing the fatigue in her little friend, and how they fall against her side, Ammy turns back to them and attempts to usher them up onto her back with that long, fuzzy snout. If they're tired, then she can take them back to rest ptoperly. She doesn't know where the tiny bug resides on the island...but she has a powerful nose, an innate ability to track, heh.]

Shall we go? [She asks gently, more than willing to carry her weary friend home, and let them sleep on her. They're small, and light, it's not going to be an issue.

Besides, they both have friends on the islands waiting for them.]

Exploration Event: Neverwere

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