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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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He couldn't hide his hatred for this man. Dekim and his son had killed millions of innocents who wanted nothing more than to have dinner with their family, go to a movie, play with the family pet...Earth had become a dead place. Those that had survived the initial colony drop had been flooding to the already overflowing colonies, forcing bad conditions to become much much worse. It had been much too easy for Dekim to step in and take what he wanted. Zayeed Winner had been one of the larger thorns in his side, but now that didn't really matter. Quatre's father was dead. His sisters...well, he just hoped they really were alright. He had no way of knowing if Dekim was keeping his word or not.
Dekim was the first person he'd ever had the desire to kill outright. He couldn't even hate Trowa this much. For as horrible as he was, he was mostly a pawn of his father. Quatre continued to glare up at the old man until frustration won out and he left the room with the doctor. They left him alone in the office. Or at least he thought they had until he noticed Heero standing silently against the wall.
Anything they said would certainly be monitored, so even if he could convince Heero to speak to him, they couldn't say much.
You shouldn't fight it Quatre.
Fight what?
Heero gave him a look as if to ask if he were joking.
You know what it is...
No I don't. Heero, are you alright?
The other pilot glanced around the room subtlety, giving Quatre the locations of the cameras and hidden microphones in the room.
If you don't fight it, it will be easier for both of us. I have to go. He'll be back soon.
Wait! Heero...you didn't answer me, are you alright?
He turned away and walked towards the door.
Are you?]
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He was brought down to size, has he? Quatre too had the same tendencies. Fight until the end. A warrior.
He wanted to know, Quatre. Show him. Did what happened to Heero happen to you as well?
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Now Quatre, we're going to try this again.
The elder Barton watched Quatre as one of his soldiers lowered a simulation visor over Heero's eyes.
01, eliminate all the targets.
Understood.
A visor was lowered over Quatre's eyes, and a screen made up of a blueprint with coloured dots indicating allies and enemies appeared. He was supposed to help Heero. Their friends were their enemies in this simulation and he was supposed to help Heero destroy them.
His mind started to take stock of the situation and think of way to best complete the mission, but he stopped himself. If his brain was thinking like this in a simulation, then what would happen once they were out of this place? Quatre began trying to fight against his restraints, and closed his eyes, forcing himself to stop thinking about the simulation and all the ways to kill his friends.
I can't do this...I won't do this!
You WILL do it Winner! Remember I still have the power to kill your sisters, and I will!
Quatre continued to fight against the restraints, the visor slipping from his eyes and clattering to the floor. Dekim ordered his son to hold the blond pilot still while a doctor pulled out another of the syringes.
You said it would be working by now!
I-- It should have been!
The doctor pushed up Quatre's sleeve and pushed the needle into his arm. Once the milky liquid had been forced into Quatre's blood stream, Trowa smacked him across the face.
You little bastard! I guess I should thank you though, since now I get to go pay one of your sisters a visit.
Don't you DARE go anywhere near my sisters!
Or what? You'll kill me?
Trowa just laughed as he left the room with his father and the doctor. Leaving the two Gundam pilots alone together.
I told you it would be easier if you stopped fighting it.
Quatre looked up at Heero, sniffling.
I don't even know what's going on half the time anymore Heero...I only remember this when we're here...
I know. Its the part of the conditioning that's working.
...I'm not going to let them do this to me.
You don't have a choice.
Yes I do, we're going to get out of here and then--
You can't talk like that.
Because they're listening? I really don't give a shit Heero!
He pulled at his restraints again and the room began to fade again, this time into his own tiny room. He was laying on his bed, his hands still in cuffs, cheeks damp from crying. He couldn't remember crying though, or why he might have been.
We're going to get out of here...]
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What do you want?
He asked sharply, his eyes narrowing.]
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"Much like you do." Results as well, because that's what he wanted to see. He met Quatre's gaze, barely showing any glimmer of emotion.
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He tested the handcuffs before dropping his hands in his lap.
You're not one of them. They don't talk to me, Dekim's orders. So who are you?]
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"I'm a friend of yours."
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You're not my friend.]
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He focused, what did Quatre want? What did he want for himself that he'd never have?
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No...you're not. Now either leave me alone do whatever sick shit you have planned and get it over with.]
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Sometime later a boy with a priest's outfit emerged from the back room, a long flowing braid tied behind him. He was in similar cuffs. They set him in front. "Quatre!"
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Duo!?
If the Bartons had caught Duo though...He got to his feet and walked up to Duo, cursing the cuffs that Dekim insisted on keeping him in.
Duo, are you alright?
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"Yeah. No prob." Harth smiled a bit further. C'mon boy. Do what you wanted. He moved closer to Quatre and leaned weakly on him.
"They told me I was expendable, Quatre. No idea what they're gonna do."
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