02 | In your dreams | Mingle

[herotherhalf]

Harth collected his books, his alter, his herbs and raw materials he used in his spells. From there? He hid in his room for days, pilfering through the ancient texts. He was so sure he had something in one of these books, so while he was short on stamina he worked through it. He read the material through the last few days and nights dedicated until finally he found the spell he was looking for.

It was similar to a long line of memory altering spells as well as the Tabula Rasa spells he'd experienced in one of his own slayer dreams. But this was different. This was a dream walking incantation. It would allow him to traverse the dream scape of all the minds around him. Trouble is it linked minds as much as it allowed him access. He'd have to alter it in an attempt to get around such inconvenient side effects.

Checking his bindings of supplies, he found the few things he needed to cast the spell. It was the wee hours of the morning when he did it. A prime time for dream activity for people who went to bed on time, so he'd be having plenty of fun tonight he expected. All he needed was the water, a few drops of his own blood and some of his herbs. From there, he spoke the incantation, four verses in a language long forgotten to time. He could see the chalice he used glow a bright green. He took the goblet and raise to his lips, not hesitating a moment before sipping down the entire bowl. Then, in his empty room, he set the bowl down on the side table and lay on his bed, hands folded over his abdomen.

[OOC: Here's the first part of Harth plot. Feel free to tag him with your dreams and he'll observe and interact. The memory half of the plot takes place while the characters are awake so you can either post those threads here or make your own thread. Harth'll probably tag everyone. I'll back tag as necessary.]

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[kaderp]

The dream did not move on so easily. Kadar finally felt able to move, and dropped down to his knees. His mouth opened to gasp, or to scream, but whatever noise he might have made was replaced by a grunt when he was backhanded hard enough to lay him down on the ground. The ground was bloody, more than it ever could have been when he was the only one there, and he heard French and laughter as the men walked away.

They walked away, and Kadar laid down and bled, and the scene shifted into a red-smeared darkness.

Kadar could finally use his own voice, and aside from the quiet, almost unwilling exhalations of pain, the last scene of that dream had a quiet, plaintive: "Brother..."

[herotherhalf]

It was a scene he hardly understood, but he did recognize now Kadar as Malik's brother and that was useful. It presented an opportunity provided he would need to take advantage of it. For these men he doubted it would be so easy to make allies out them. They were righteous, or deemed themselves to be.

And everyone had their enemies. Kadar on the other had was far more emotional than Malik and there was something to say to that. Emotions were sometimes a weakness. Depends on the man, depends on the circumstance. The two brothers were opposites it seemed, and that only meant that they could be played against one another potentially.

He watched on, arms crossed. "Is your brother responsible for this?"

[kaderp]

The dream scene started to open again, almost automatically, repeating itself: the blood-smeared walls and the Templars, the French and the laughter, but this time, there was more. It started from an earlier point, a fellow white-robed Assassin jumping down from high above to engage in battle. Another followed, and then Kadar--

--but Kadar remained rooted in place, unable to move forward, to join the fight or to defend himself and his brothers. This time, when one figure in white was thrown from the room, the other was stabbed instead of Kadar, and Kadar fell regardless. Blood blossomed out from Kadar's stomach as the other man fell, and Kadar looked down, terror and despair in his eyes.

"Brother!"

[herotherhalf]

"Hnn." A frustrated grunt came from Harth. No response to his question, and even a dream loop. Same thing over and over, the same torturous scene over and over. Did this really happen? Was it projection?

Before when he talked to Kadar he had said that all of the these men in white robes were his brothers, though he knew that Malik was his brother as well.

Hm. "No. I see. You keep seeing your death, the death of your brothers in your little cult. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid this'll happen and it's all your fault? Seems like you think you deserve this kind of treatment."