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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_{[Heather had never been the storyteller her father was. That was what made him shine-- Harry Mason was an awkward and quiet fellow, but when he told a story, you could hear something in his voice wake up. It's what he'd been born to do... or at least that was what Heather had always thought.]

[But as she tells the story and watches L slowly change, she knows that even if she can't tell it the same way her father always had, she must at least be doing something right.]

[It's only, of course, when she reaches the end of the tale-- her favorite part as a child, and the one that had stuck firmly in her memory for most of her life (for reasons she had never known until years later, when she realized why her father had told it), that her own voice takes on a hint of that old storyteller wile.]}

And his tail grew shiny white, and flashed like a star. His back legs grew long and powerful... and he tore across the hill, faster than any creature in the world!

"All the world will be your enemy, Prince With a Thousand Enemies... and whenever they catch you, they will kill you.

... But first, they must catch you.

Digger... Listener... Runner... Prince with a swift warning!

Be cunning, and full of tricks... and your people will never be destroyed."

[She's definitely doing something right. In this bizarre dream world where nothing is as it seems, she's taking something that L has always seen as threatening and turning it into a symbol of security. By doing so, he's looking less like a monster and more like a child, and despite the noise outside, he's drifting off into deep, untroubled sleep.

Cunning, and full of tricks...

L vanishes quietly, leaving the little tangle of blankets behind him, along with Silent Hill.]

_{[It's a moral that L himself can probably relate to, more than a little... maybe that's part of why it came to her so quickly. Silent Hill brought out those things about people, after all.]

[But fortunately for L, his visit to the town that takes all is over.]

[Sleep tight, little bug-soul.]}

70. [DREAM/DREAM/DREAM/DREAM]

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