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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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Lucius - it's him, there's a whole room of him, miles and piles of him - is waltzing her around a ballroom, a rough and harsh lead guiding her through other couples dancing too closely; he is everyone he steers her past, and she is never his partner, there are only other faceless bodies in evening gowns.
His grip is too tight on her hand as he hurls her about the floor, and he won't stop. She begs, she pleads, she cries, but the faceless figure of her ex-fiancé simply dances her faster, with no heed to her distress--
--and then she's slammed forcefully into a wall, the breath knocked from her, leaving her no recourse to scream as he lowers his mouth to her neck and sinks his teeth into unresisting flesh. She's positive she's going to die as she looks down on his dark hair-- but Lucius is blond, it can't be him... and then he is waltzing her around a ballroom, a rough and harsh lead guiding her through other couples dancing too closely...
This scene loops through Narcissa's head, colours off and angles skewed as a faceless man she's certain is her fiance morphs into a dark-haired predator and back again.]
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In a feeling of deja vu, he almost recognized her presence as the one he sensed back in the sacrifice room. He pushed his will into the dream, trying to steer the dream somewhere else. Somewhere more useful to him. He wanted answers. What was she? How did she know?
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--vampire. Don't... [But she's waltzing again. Damn it. Where is her wand?]
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Must just be a fluke of her subconscious. He was almost certain that she'd recognize him for who and what he was if she saw him again, but he knew what she looked like now.
That, and if she did out him? That would not be very useful. It was possible that he was going to have to silence her.
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"Stop-- stop-- let me go, or so help me I'll hex you blue where it counts."
[An empty threat, since this dream insists on going in circles, albeit with small improvements.]
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So what's what he did, or tired to do. He focused on making that character rip her throat out.
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This time there's agony as her throat is torn open, her vision narrowing to a haze of black and red as her heart thunders in her ears--
--Narcissa wakes with a short, sharp scream, pale hands at her throat, seeking reassurance that she really was alive. Panting as though she'd just run a race and sweat dampening her hair, it takes her several moments to orient herself in the small, shared room.
She hopes she hasn't woken Kadar.]