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WHEN day 24, evening - > overnight

[ You're having some weird dreams tonight, man. Dreams like you've never had before. Other people's dreams, even. Or your own dreams, but there are people there who don't belong. Maybe you don't even normally have dreams. Maybe you don't even remember falling asleep, maybe you don't even sleep at all, but here the fuck you are, having some weird-ass dreams. What's up with that? ]

(( OOC: I think you guys mostly know how these work, but just in case it's your first time, all you gotta do is write up a toplevel of whatever shit your character is dreaming and other characters can enter the dreamscape and do shit in it. Whether or not the dreamer or dream visitor remembers anything is up to you, whether or not any physical damage or whatever taken in the dream persists in 'reality' is up to you, basically do whatever you want, no rules just right outback dream factory. ))

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[Orga doesn't seem to react to the cold, though he does notice the light changing, looking up at he sky thoughtfully.]

Why haven't you, then?

[it's almost like there's a storm coming. it just keeps getting darker and darker, colder and colder.]

... maybe I was just waiting for an excuse to act on something else.

[Okay, against his will he shivers, shoulders hunching up unhappily at the sudden drop in temperature, he is fucking perplexed to see his breath when he huffs.

He should probably drop this conversation. It would make more sense to try to get in out of the cold, but he just curls his fingers inside his pockets.]

'Something else'...? You don't seem like the kind of guy who needs an excuse to act.

If I'm to meet expectations... then of course. Patience is a virtue.

[he says it lightly, almost dreamily, like it's not even him saying it at all. it's something he heard by rote, maybe.]

[either way,

quite suddenly,

the scene goes black.]

[first there comes sounds: the wet, hard noise of something heavy hitting destroyed flesh; the loud, rough grunts of exertion of someone who has completely lost all reason.

then, the image of a bandaged arm coming up and going back down again--heavy object in hand as Dazai, straddling what can only be a corpse because it's head just isn't there anymore, just a beaten bloodied pulp, swings it down into the gore. likely he's aiming for what used to be a face, but it's just not there anymore.

it's only after that hit that he stops himself, sits back on his haunches, and drops the heavy object covered in blood and gore. he's just staring at the mess before him, covered in it himself--splashes of red on those white bandages. eyes the deadest Orga's certainly seen from Daza, nothing reflected in them--no expectations or hopes or dreams or wants or likes or dislikes. just fact staring back at him.]

... no, this isn't any good.

So, then...

[hey, fun fact. this is a dark room filled with corpses. they all seem to be the same one. and they all seem to have met different ends.

apparently, none of them were "quite right", either.]

[Orga isn't cold anymore.

Stuff like 'how does my body feel' just stops being relevant.

He takes in the bodies with a surprised look that turns into a small, hard, very sincere frown but is completely calm about it.

At first he thinks they aren't even people he knows. But then he realizes they are all too similar...

He doesn't say anything to Dazai, but he looks for a body with a face still in tact.]

[well... there's one that looks like it was shot point-black in the head.

sure is Mori.

meanwhile, Dazai's standing up from the corpse, seeming to take stock of all the various methods already attempted and practiced.]

[Orga frowns, though a tension in his shoulders eases.

No one he gives a fuck about then.

Turns around and just going to get calmly in Dazai's face.]

Come on. There's no way forward repeating the same thing over and over. Let's get out of here.

[for a moment, Dazai just stares blankly at him like he's not even sure this is real or not.

then, he lifts an arm to gesture at the bodies.]

This is forward.

Not doing it means that is forward.

[here, he's pointing to... a noose and a chair in a random corner where there aren't any bodies yet.]

[Orga only spars a brief glance at the noose before meeting Dazai's eyes agian.]

Neither of them are forward when all you're doing is sitting in the dark, dreaming.

Come with me, I'll show you a better place than this.

[there's... something like a want to react? but mostly he just. stays still. staring at Orga.]

... stop joking.

I'm serious.

If this is life for you, no wonder you want out. But there's more than one way to escape.

[why does this feel. so familiar.]

... I've been trying that way. But things are escalating back home.

I admit, I don't know enough about that to say.

But you aren't there.

I told you, right? Tekkadan is about building a home for anyone who wants it.

[he did say that. Dazai remembers that, of course.

it just also feels like Odasaku's words haunt him in a way to point him in the right direction... for the time being.]

... really. I don't get people like you at all.

It's fine if you don't. It's not like I can say I fully understand you, either.

[holding out a hand for him, like shaking on a deal]

Just come with me anyway. There's a place out there, somewhere, that you won't want to leave for anything.

Edited 2017-07-26 09:39 (UTC)

[ah. that's the difference.

Odasaku knew better than that.]

... the thing is, Orga-kun.

I just can't believe that's true.

[so hey.

you didn't check for a gun, did you?

READY TO PUNCH THIS ONE WAY TICKET STRAIGHT TO HELL, HOLDING IT TO HIS OWN TEMPLE.]

[it's just a dream but Orga really doesn't quite remember that anymore. Or really, even in a dream, it's hard to shrug that off.

He freezes for a solid second, eyes wide with quiet surprise.

And then he jerks a hand for the barrel of the gun.]

Don't--

[shhh, Orga.

it really only takes a second.

a second of silence filled with a click before the BOOM.

...

except instead of any kind of boom, you just. snap awake.

the worst thing about it is that you get the sinking feeling just after the click, Dazai looked to be smiling and wanting to cry at the same time.]

[in a tent by the woods orga sits up sharply, fully awake.

...and then slowly lies back down, pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes as he digests all of that.

this had done nothing to change how much he hates sleeping]

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