foolishwren | 70. [DREAM/DREAM/DREAM/DREAM]

_{[So while the rest of Johto alternately panics, cries, or rushes around trying to capture as many of the soulstealing insects as possible, there are dozens of souls floating around in that dream limbo, drifting in and out of each other's slumbering thoughts and visions. Whether it's nightmarish flashbacks or just those dreams where you're at school taking a really hard test, and then Dracula shows up, and then everybody's naked ... anything is possible when it comes to what people see in their sleep.]

[But what appears in the darkness in this particular spot in the spaceless, shifting mass of dreaming souls... is a door.]

[It's old, and covered with boards and bolts, rusted near-through in some places. The lock is broken-- mangled and half-melted and wrenched out of the keyhole. The only thing on it that doesn't look ancient is a scrap of torn notebook-paper that's taped up on it at roughly eye-level. It reads only a single phrase:]}

Fear of blood tends to create fear for the flesh.

_{[More importantly, though... the door is ajar. Through the gap come the scents of rust and metal-- and something organic, fleshy-- and a low, deep hum of industrial machinery. It's not a door that anyone in their right mind would want to go through. ... But for anyone who may have stumbled this far into the dreams of their fellow lost souls, either in flight from some other nightmare or just pure, wandering curiosity... there's just no other place to go but through the door.]}

_{[Go on. Open it. After all.... it's only a dream.]}

[ooc: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, GUYS. Thanks for being patient! If you commented on that planning post, there's something spooky planned for your character to do here so please feel free to tag or not tag as it pleases you!]

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[ooc: This is the IC post for what was announced over here! Even if you didn't comment there, feel free to participate! I'm still happy to whip up Silent Hill scenarios for folks!]

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[[Bakura steps forward, a slight touch nervous (since really, there's always some sort of cost to pay for things like this, but he's never shied away from that before)]]

What do you need me to do?

_{[It doesn't answer.]

[Instead, faster than than the eye can follow, one of those lean, sinuous arms snaps out, the leather-gloved fingers clamping shut around Bakura's throat in an iron grip. Then it lifts... lifts him into the air, fingers tightening all the while. He is not like the Closer or the Nurse, randomly violent and aggressive. He has a job to do.]

[You see... Valtiel can't be entirely sure that you weren't the one who hurt Heather... or, even if you hadn't, if you hadn't snatched up her body for your own sick pleasure like that Stanley fellow would have done if he had even a ghost of a chance.]

[Stanley's already been taken care of, of course.]

[No hard feelings, buddy. Valtiel is just doing his job... anything to ensure the safety of the Mother and Daughter of God.]}

[[Really, he should have expected that.

There's a small, choked sound as Bakura tries to gasp in, clawing desperately at the hand cutting off the airflow.

What was it with being inside games that always lead to him dying in an attempt to save someone else?]]

_{[There is no mercy in that faceless face.]

[The fist grows tighter and tighter... and as commonly happens when something is choking you to death, Bakura will find his vision going rapidly dark...]}

[[He's not sure if this hurts more or less than shattering his soul, but oh god, it hurts.

It's almost a mercy when the familiar darkness comes rushing in and he goes limp, giving into it. Only there's no Ring Spirit to come out and save him here, so his body, now abandoned, just dangles at the end of that grip.]]

70. [DREAM/DREAM/DREAM/DREAM]

I was wondering there a moment. :D No worries!

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What does it say about Bakura's live that I have fitting icons for this?