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castleinthemist2012-03-09 01:19 am
herotherhalf) wrote in castleinthemist2012-03-09 01:19 am
02 | In your dreams | Mingle
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.]
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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[Her own voice is quiet, shaky, so very meek. Not like how she sounds now. The memory is almost three years old now, yet she strangely hasn't thought about it in a very long time.
And now she's dreaming of it. Dreaming of that day that Crypton adopted her and her siblings, and everything changed...]
Stop it.
[Her brother speaking next to her. Dell looks almost exactly like her, except male with shorter hair. There's a cigarette in between his fingers, smoke curling up in to the air. Next to him, a smaller blonde girl with hair in a side ponytail, a phone in her hand and her attention fully on it. It's clear she doesn't care. Neru Akita. She was always like that.
The three of them before a large metal gate, and beyond a tall building with windows that practically glitter in the sunlight over Tokyo. Cars rumble by, people walk, but for them there's only the building and the two silent body guards at their flanks, waiting for the gates to open.]
I... I don't know-- what if they hate me, Dell-kun? ... they're going to hate me...
[Nerves are coming to a head, fretting turning in to full on fear, mechanical heart racing in her chest. Neru snorts, and Dell glares at her.]
Haku. Stop it. I mean it, quit freaking out.
[The tone of his voice makes her wince. He's always been rough like that. It's just how he is. A hug or a smile in private, sure, but anywhere else he simply treats her as he does everyone else.
Haku whines and lowers her head, fingers wrapping around the tie at her neck, tugging on it harder than she means to. The gates finally clank and start to slide open, and from the doorways of the office building three very familiar figures emerge. There are others behind them - techs in white lab coats, a couple of business men, another body guard - but all Haku sees is Meiko, Kaito and the oh so famous Miku Hatsune. Her green hair stands out the most among them, but more than that her smile is as bright as the midday sun.
And Haku feels her heart sink.
The closer they get, the more panic sets in, and just as they get there to greet the newcomers Haku finally gives in to it, taking a step back.]
I... I can't--
What--... Haku!
Haku Haku-nee... ?
[By the time Miku speaks, Haku has already taken off running, leaving everyone standing there horribly confused and baffled. But more than that, Miku looks hurt.
A look Haku never saw.
Why was she so afraid?]
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What seems to be the problem? [He adds just a sliver of emotion to his voice, rather than the cold cynicism to his normal tone.]
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Wait.
This wasn't part of the memory.]
... wh-who are you... ?
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[He paused, glancing down at Haku, his face unchanging.]
What is so scary about this place that you have to run from it, Haku?
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How... how do you know my name... ?
[Avoid the question. Look for help in the crowd. Some one has to notice them, right? Some one has to see a poor girl in obvious distress.
... right?]
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...Don't be afraid, Haku. [He's going to be delicate about it. A small white lie.]
I have the ability to travel through dreams. We're still in the castle currently.
[Partially honest, it will give her a reason to trust him.]
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[she finally stops and actually takes a calmer look around, taking in the tinier details that she hadn't noticed before. Faces lacked definition. Buildings lacked proper signage. Everything that wasn't her, Harth, or the nearby Crypton building and those standing in front of it, were in sort of washed out, tired colors.
This isn't Tokyo. Not really.]
... it's... a memory... but... why?
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But there's nothing. Not even an intrusion alarm.]
... I... I want to wake up... you shouldn't be here!
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[What had her so afraid of Crypton that she ran from it? That was the question, wasn't it?]
I--...
[Hands at her neck, tugging at her purple tie hard, wearing the edges thin. A flighty little mouse in the form of a busty female android. No confidence in herself. Back then, she was worthless. Back then she was barely worth the parts used to make her. She knew it. Everyone else knew it.
But this was just a memory. A reminder of what was, not what she became later with their encouragement. Miku had broken away from her handlers just to find her at a nearby bar trying to drown her sorrows yet again, and with a smile and an offered hand she gave Haku a new start on her short life.
The Haku now, the one in the castle, may have still been meek and skittish, but she can answer a simple question can't she? Especially if it's just about a memory. Maybe this was wrong, and he really should not have been in her head at all, but if she answers...]
I... I was afraid of the past repeating itself...
She takes in an unneeded breath and straightens, hands lowering as she looks over her shoulder back at Crypton's building. The memory has frozen, but then it all shifts to somewhere new.
A hotel, dimly lit. Shady at best. A different Haku in a short skirt, white button down and her hair pulled back in to a loose bun walks with a pudgy Japanese businessman in a suit. His cheeks are flushed and he's smiling like a cat that caught a bird. Haku, however, has her head down and hands in front of herself, and there are tears in the corners of her eyes. Down the hall another man, all of angular features and scowls, watches them with arms folded across his chest.
The businessman guides Haku to a room and opens the door, motioning for her to go inside. She hesitates, trying to step back and is stopped by him pulling on her arm. She looks up to the man at the end of the hall and his expression only hardens. Her eyes go wide in fear and she shakes her head, but her panic is all the businessman needs to drag her inside and close the door behind them.
The man at the end of the hall nods and walks away, pocketing a very large chunk of rolled up yen.
It's pretty obvious what's going to happen beyond that closed door...]
... I wasn't good enough. I couldn't sing, I couldn't dance. But I could be sold. Crypton was a new chance for me. But... how could I ever compare to Miku Hatsune? She was everything I wasn't. I didn't want to be sold again...
[The current Haku shakes her head and closes her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks]
I didn't want to be a glorified... sex toy for the rest of my existence. But if I can't perform than what good am I?
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They gave you that purpose because they failed to see the hidden potential of their creation.
[A simple fact, but for once he's keeping his promise leaving her with that cryptic message that sounded, the way he said it, as a vouch of confidence. Take of it as you will. He didn't let her get another word in, he simply disappeared. She'd have to take it up with him later.]
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[she turned to speak to Harth, but he was already gone by the time she even uttered a word. She stared as the dream started to fade and her systems slowly restarted, pulling her back in to the waking world.
As she woke, her lips uttered words in both the dream and in reality, a single tear falling down her cheek.]
They hated me...