poly_chromatic | Entry 604; Day 1379

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I suppose it is too much to expect any kind of peace in this place to last.

But, no, of course it can't. Even when we're given promises that we'll no longer have to suffer curses, even when we're shown that those curses can be held off, even when we're inundated with visitors who are treated more as honoured guests than as prisoners like ourselves, even when we're beginning to see that we might very well be given our freedom if we so choose it. No, of course none of that can last.

It's as though there's something in the very fabric of the City itself, something in the foundation of the place, something in the very ground on which it sits that sets itself forever against us.

I'm not ill, and I count myself very fortunate in that regard. And this is no mere curse. It's gone on for far too long.

I don't put the blame for it on the new regime here in the City--I'm not even certain what to call them yet. I could, and I might have in earlier days or earlier years. They remind me at times of the 'Stewards', who claimed to be able to send us back to our own worlds but meant really only to capture us. And yet, the 'Stewards' were excessively benevolent and seemed to bear no faults. These newcomers seem very much to have faults and they're not wholly benevolent. I can't trust them entirely, but they strike me as markedly different from what I've seen here before.

But still I wonder what the significance of it all is. Of this ordeal itself and of their responses to it and of their being here at all and all that's gone on in the City this month.

It's something to untangle another time.

~C.

[ooc: Not sick! But he is helping out with a few essence rites. So there's that. Which is nice. I guess. Sorry for my fail with Cain of late too. Just by the by...]

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You! You're not ill, then, have you had dreams?!

Tell me your dreams!

[Loud and forceful, assuming an authoritative tone despite being as powerless as the rest of the Citizens. He was sick himself not too long ago!]

I beg your pardon?

Did I stutter? [Becoming quite aggravated now.]　Your dreams!

Surely, you must remember at least one? It might be the clue I need to save my friend!

I'm afraid I've no real inclination to tell you my dreams.

[Naoi frowns, staring silently through the screen. In seconds, his eyes shift colour to a vibrant red; when this happens, the world seems to fade out of view, as though his every word demands utmost attention. Naoi's will against Cain's as his influence breaches his mind, whether or not it's welcome.]

Oh, but you do. You realize this now. Now. Your dreams...

You will describe them to me in vivid detail!

You go away!

... what are you?!

Be gone, beast!

Me hunter!

Me no go, you go!

[Cain has felt this sensation before, and he knows it. But, in these moments, he can't place it. There's only a memory of a young woman with long, golden hair--a mute young woman! And a man with a pocket watch that would play a chiming tune...

His dreams...]

I dreamt that I was in London again...

[Silence for a moment...]

No, I wasn't in London--therein was the problem. I was somewhere else, some other city, and I absolutely had to return to London. I had to. Or something terrible would happen.

[Another pause...]

Or perhaps something terrible was already happening...

[Silence...]

I was in a hotel and I had to gather my things, which were scattered about the whole of the hotel itself. I was hurrying from room to room to find my shoes here, my hat there, my coat somewhere else. And my trunk would be moved from room to room, so I could never be certain where I needed to go next.

Two ladies passed me by and one said to the other, "You know we are fighting against the End of Days even now." And that only made me hurry more.

At last I found all of my things and my trunk. And I put everything away.

Then a man came into my room. I don't recall his face at all. Perhaps he didn't have one. And he gave me a box full of earth.

I set it on the floor and that was when I saw a serpent, striped in black and white, crawling through the dirt in the box. I had a knife in my hand, I realised, and I set to stabbing at the serpent through all those clods of dirt. And as it crawled past, I realised that I'd already cut off its tail some time ago. But I hadn't killed it. So I kept stabbing at it as it crawled under all that dirt to try and cut it in two.

I'm not sure that I did.

That's all I can recall.

[Naoi blinked. Well, that was exceptionally detailed, but not in the way he had hoped. This seemed wholly unimportant and unapplicable, except for perhaps—] And? Those two women, what did they look like?

[He's trying not to get discouraged, but he's already looking sorely disappointed.]

I don't recall. One had light brown hair. I recall that much, but nothing more.

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[Video] Ahhh, RPing dreams based on my own dreams~