22nd Confession [Action/Voice]

[notabluesbro]

[For the past two nights, Wolfwood'd been dreaming some pretty odd things. The first night consisted of... giant robot spiders... and—Vash, what the hell are you doing in his dreams? And why are we storming a place full of bandits? And his sister, he dreamed of her as well... He's never had such vivid images pass his vision before. Not just vivid, but so unusual. And then 'memories' he when he was a child...

No. No... Why would he ever dream of something like this?

The second night consisted of a lot of disjointed 'dreams', too, but the worst one—the worst one—woke him out of a dead sleep and kept him awake for most of the night; he took a calm, quiet walk around his apartments to calm him down, but what met his eyes wasn't entirely calming. A creature. He was sure of it. The outline was inhuman, and its eyes.... For a moment he was frozen in surprise, and then sequentially frozen in panic. But it just stared blankly for another moment and ran off into the dark.

He remained awake to keep an eye out. If there really was something unnatural in the forest, he wanted to make sure it didn't try anything stupid, even if he couldn't do much about it. As the morning sun hits Luceti, he runs a handful of hair through his fingers and decides he should bring it up. After all, everyone else seemed to be having dreams. He was curious, for their sake and his.]

[Voice]

Has anyone... seen anything in the forest? A creature. I think I ran into something in the night that definitely isn't a regular around here...

[a beat, and then, lots of questions for lots of people]

[Filtered to the family (aka anyone he would check in on)]

Hey you guys, are you all doing all right? Having any weird dreams lately, like the others?

[Voice//Filtered to Vash]

Hey, needle noggin. Can I speak with you for a sec?

[Voice//Filtered to Amelia]

... Amelia. This is Wolfwood. Can you spare me a little of your time, if you wouldn't mind?

[After he makes those calls, he returns to the church for post-festival cleaning up... and sighs, tired. Something just felt wrong—and he worried for what it all meant. Shifts in Luceti are usually aggravating yes, sometimes a hurtful pain, but... for it to enter dreams, it was a first for him. As he cleans everything up to the way it was, he thinks about all the images that burrowed into his mind. No, he's had a good family, and a relatively peaceful life. What's with that cross—??

Once again he goes outside for a cigarette, but he sits on the church steps with his elbows at his knees and his gaze downcast. Deep in his own thoughts. Same old Nicholas. Must've got it from his father...]


((ooc: Wolfwood quota all filled up @_@; Ian, Sayo, and Elicia might be posting to the log for dream/beasty-related stuff))

Comments

[Voice] [Private]

[goldenglasses]

Sure, what's up preacher-man?

Re: [Voice] [Private]

[notabluesbro]

Have you been having any dreams, lately?

[Like half of this damn village has?]

[Voice] [Private]

[goldenglasses]

I've had a couple dreams I'd call strange if that's what you're asking.

Re: [Voice] [Private]

[notabluesbro]

The same could be said on my end, too. [A sigh.] And you're particularly bothering me in them, not to mention; I didn't know you liked to bug people in their dreams as well.

[He's noticed a little trend, among the dreamer journals entries. Mainly, that people are popping up that probably don't or shouldn't usually pop up.]

[Voice] [Private]

[goldenglasses]

Aw, gee, I didn't know you cared so much about me that you'd start dreaming about me.

Sorry preacher-man, I'm a happily married man.

[Family filter]

[honorthecode.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I've been having weird dreams too. Relieved to know I'm not the only one.

Re: [Family filter]

[notabluesbro]

[That's both relieving and entirely not. The fact that these dreams are fucking around with his family is never a welcomed fact.]

Were they a little too clear, for dreams?

[Family filter]

[honorthecode.livejournal.com]

[It really is, he's not liking it either.]

The first one not so much, but they've been getting clearer. I even remember them.

Re: [Family filter]

[notabluesbro]

Yeah? What'd exactly did you dream about, Leo?

[Family Filter] everywherrrrre

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

...seems like we aren't quite in the clear for shifts yet, eh? [ So neither confirming nor denying that he's had any dreams outside of the norm (which is about as good as answering outright in this family, but it's all about the effort). Time is better spent being worrying about those younger generations. ]

Re: [Family Filter]

[notabluesbro]

I'm wondering if this is just part of the same shift, really.

[But he doesn't say much more about it than that. Instead, he's going to pry into things like you're so good at, dad.]

Are you alright? When you sleep, I mean.

[Do you dream, too, old man?]

[Family Filter]

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

[ Like father, like son. You nosy thing, you. ... He's pretty proud of that. :|a ]

Oh, I'm managing well enough. [ They're...intense. Different (terrifying). But they haven't all been bad, and he's willing to keep that in mind at this point. ]

Re: [Family Filter]

[notabluesbro]

Hn.

[The sound a man makes when he's unsure and wrapped up in thoughts.]

Should I ask what they've been about?

[Filtered]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

... Shaping up to be a long, shitty week, eh? [he offers nothing else]

Re: [Filtered]

[notabluesbro]

[A forced smirk, as he leans into his wrist with cigarette in hand.]

Much worse than waking up in the wrong houses.

[He opens his eyes, staring passed the table. under elbow.]

Sanji... have you been dreaming anything, like the others?

[Filtered]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

... A few things, here and there.

Re: [Filtered]

[notabluesbro]

That all you're going to tell me?

[Because I'm your big brother. Don't hide anything from me.]

[action]

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

[She could have made a perfect filter, thanks to lessons earlier from Legato. But after the dreams, she isn't entirely eager to use those skills, or to even think about her boyfriend. Every time she tries, there's a lingering sense of dread in her gut, one she can't completely will away after she wakes.

So Amelia will show up at the steps of the church instead. She'll try to pretend she's unaffected, but the truth is in her face. She's been sleeping about as well as the rest of the village.]

You wanted to see me?

Re: [action]

[notabluesbro]

[He looks up, caught off guard, and tiredly addresses her as he remains sitting on the steps.]

I wanted to ask if you were doing alright. And what you were dreaming... if you are.

[Which, by looking at you, he's pretty damn sure you are.]

Re: [action]

[thedicearecast.livejournal.com]

A lot of things.

[Nothing she wants to detail. Nothing she wants to think about so much, but that she hasn't been able to stop turning over in her mind. Amelia doesn't bother to deny it, and she means to leave it at that--but with all the horrible things, the suspicions and the doubts her dreams have given her, they've also shown her other people she knows, and trusts.

Vash is one. And the other is the priest.]

You're in them--some of them.

Re: [action]

[notabluesbro]

... [Right.] You're in some of mine, too. We were going after someone—you hired me as your bodyguard.

[And your brother? He was dead...]

[ action ] ...oh yeah, this one should probably pop up idek

[notaboy-gtfo.livejournal.com]

[ Smellerbee doesn't put much into dreams, really, because they're no big deal as far as she's concerned. People have bad ones, people have good ones, half the time she doesn't even remember them.

But she remembers these (fire and the dark and painting her face and the same armor she woke up next to a few days ago, it doesn't even make any sense). She joined however many other villagers in spending half the night painfully aware of just how well she could remember them. And the risk of repeating some of the things included in that just isn't worth trying to fall asleep again before the night's out.

So beautiful morning we have here today, Dad.

Whenever it is that she drags herself out of her room, her mood will probably reflect as much. :| ]

Re: [ action ] s-so. many. tags.

[notabluesbro]

[Yeah, dad's good at catching that. He casually motions her over, having a plate of breakfast sitting at the table. With an offer of coffee. Hey, like it or not, it'd keep you up longer.]

How bad have they gotten?

[ action ] I think that I need to start writing my will x_x

[notaboy-gtfo.livejournal.com]

[ Coffee, yes. It's nasty as hell, but she knows what it's around for. Breakfast, eh. Maybe in a minute. For now it makes for awesome vacant-staring and poking at. ]

Not better.

[ Details are for people who are awake and generally okay with being vulnerable. ] How about yours?

Re: [ action ] 3:^| /grabs the pen

[notabluesbro]

.... Not better.

[He shakes his head with a sigh, sitting down with the same sort of thoughtless thoughtfulness she'd employed. It was hard to keep thinking when it was all you were doing for two nights and two groggy mornings.]