Med'an (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
breakin_ur_lore) wrote2011-07-23 01:47 pm
breakin_ur_lore) wrote2011-07-23 01:47 pm
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night mare event: fear
[TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR ADORABLENESS.]
The first thing you become aware of is fire. The oppressive heat, the haze in the air, the terrible reason for the fire – Father. You’re back in Father’s study again, with him gripping your arm and laughing as the demon consumes him, consumes everything that touches him. You know where you are, now, but there’s no way to get out, no matter how you scream and thrash.
It’s only a moment, but it feels like forever – watching as the flames light the barely visible face of your father, as they draw closer to scorching you yourself – you have burnt yourself before, and you can tell it’s not exactly like that, but it’s nerve-wracking all the same. How can it not be? But then the fires cease, simply disappear as though winked out of existence, and you’re alone. Terribly alone – the world is formless and black around you, as if reality itself decided it wanted to get away from you. The vastness of the abyss is disorienting.
The threat of the fire is gone, but now that it is, you’re left with no sensations, no company, neither friend nor danger. You could move, but to where would you go? True to form – you’ve always acted before you thought – you ignore this question for a moment as you try to escape this place. But it does no good – without any form, how is one spot different from another? What difference does it make?
There is nothing you can do.
There is nowhere you can go.
There is no one you can turn to.
Just as the loneliness, the emptiness, the nothingness becomes suffocating –
You wake up.
(Actually, you don’t. This dream is still continuing. But it seems what came before was a dream within a dream, as)
You’re in your bed now. The room is your childhood home, filled with your books and toys and your stuffed animal sitting on the pillow next to you. There’s a figure in the doorway, lit by a candle, and it comes closer to kneel beside your bed.
It’s possible that some people would consider the face before you as ugly, or even frightening. It is old, far older than any other you have ever seen, lined and pale and shaped without any fat in the cheeks, with a jagged nose and large ears. You have never thought it ugly, or frightening. It’s all you’ve ever known, and you have nothing in your heart but love and adoration for it. This is the face that has greeted you every morning – the face of the man that has cared for you, baked you treats and made you clothes, that has sung you to sleep, that has taught you everything you know. This face could never be something bad, because it is the face of your family.
The old man reaches over to stroke your hair, smiling gently with that old creased face.
“Meryl,” you warble – and you’re a small child again, you weren’t before but you are now, it doesn’t really make a difference – “Meryl, I had a bad dream…”
Meryl makes gentle shushing noises, comforting and understanding, as you knew he would. He leans in to wrap his arms around you and you nestle comfortably into his embrace.
“It’s alright, sweetness. I’m here. There is nothing to fear.”
You know that he is right, and you are comforted. He is always right, because he is your family.
You feel a kiss on your forehead, and he draws back. “Let me get you some juice. You stay here with your friend.”
- And suddenly you aren’t Med’an anymore – you’re you again, the viewer, sitting in the bed next to the small halfbreed. The old man leaves the room, leaving the candle on the bedside table, and the child Med’an snuggles into you. He seems unsurprised by your presence, as if you have always been here (and perhaps you have, haven’t you?) Although he is young again, he will know you if you speak to him, and he gives you a sleepy smile, as if hoping you're comforted as well.
[Hopefully the formatting of this makes sense - your character is now themselves in the dream, having experienced what Med'an did, and can interact with Med'an and the rest of the dream-world as you see fit.]
The first thing you become aware of is fire. The oppressive heat, the haze in the air, the terrible reason for the fire – Father. You’re back in Father’s study again, with him gripping your arm and laughing as the demon consumes him, consumes everything that touches him. You know where you are, now, but there’s no way to get out, no matter how you scream and thrash.
It’s only a moment, but it feels like forever – watching as the flames light the barely visible face of your father, as they draw closer to scorching you yourself – you have burnt yourself before, and you can tell it’s not exactly like that, but it’s nerve-wracking all the same. How can it not be? But then the fires cease, simply disappear as though winked out of existence, and you’re alone. Terribly alone – the world is formless and black around you, as if reality itself decided it wanted to get away from you. The vastness of the abyss is disorienting.
The threat of the fire is gone, but now that it is, you’re left with no sensations, no company, neither friend nor danger. You could move, but to where would you go? True to form – you’ve always acted before you thought – you ignore this question for a moment as you try to escape this place. But it does no good – without any form, how is one spot different from another? What difference does it make?
There is nothing you can do.
There is nowhere you can go.
There is no one you can turn to.
Just as the loneliness, the emptiness, the nothingness becomes suffocating –
You wake up.
(Actually, you don’t. This dream is still continuing. But it seems what came before was a dream within a dream, as)
You’re in your bed now. The room is your childhood home, filled with your books and toys and your stuffed animal sitting on the pillow next to you. There’s a figure in the doorway, lit by a candle, and it comes closer to kneel beside your bed.
It’s possible that some people would consider the face before you as ugly, or even frightening. It is old, far older than any other you have ever seen, lined and pale and shaped without any fat in the cheeks, with a jagged nose and large ears. You have never thought it ugly, or frightening. It’s all you’ve ever known, and you have nothing in your heart but love and adoration for it. This is the face that has greeted you every morning – the face of the man that has cared for you, baked you treats and made you clothes, that has sung you to sleep, that has taught you everything you know. This face could never be something bad, because it is the face of your family.
The old man reaches over to stroke your hair, smiling gently with that old creased face.
“Meryl,” you warble – and you’re a small child again, you weren’t before but you are now, it doesn’t really make a difference – “Meryl, I had a bad dream…”
Meryl makes gentle shushing noises, comforting and understanding, as you knew he would. He leans in to wrap his arms around you and you nestle comfortably into his embrace.
“It’s alright, sweetness. I’m here. There is nothing to fear.”
You know that he is right, and you are comforted. He is always right, because he is your family.
You feel a kiss on your forehead, and he draws back. “Let me get you some juice. You stay here with your friend.”
- And suddenly you aren’t Med’an anymore – you’re you again, the viewer, sitting in the bed next to the small halfbreed. The old man leaves the room, leaving the candle on the bedside table, and the child Med’an snuggles into you. He seems unsurprised by your presence, as if you have always been here (and perhaps you have, haven’t you?) Although he is young again, he will know you if you speak to him, and he gives you a sleepy smile, as if hoping you're comforted as well.
[Hopefully the formatting of this makes sense - your character is now themselves in the dream, having experienced what Med'an did, and can interact with Med'an and the rest of the dream-world as you see fit.]
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... Strange.
But she notices the kid next to her, and she doesn't have to think much to figure out who it is. And while it's a little awkward to suddenly be left here with him like this.. ... Well, there is something adorable about it. Even if he's a green mutt thing. ]
Med'an..? [ Her tone sounds a little unsure. ]
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It's okay, Ange. Meryl's here.
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-- Ah, right.. I'm sure it will be okay. [ Awkward as hell. Even if babby Med'an is sort of cute. ]
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Meryl's a good person. He won't let anything happen to us.
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[ ... It feels a little weird to say that. It almost feels a bit weird to suddenly try and recover her own memories after all that.
She shakes her head lightly to herself. ] You like him a lot, don't you?
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[He leans his little head against her as the older man returns, with a glass of juice for each of them.]
Youll like him too.
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If you say so, I'll believe you this once. [ She slowly - and perhaps still a bit awkwardly - puts an arm around him. ]
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We'll keep it. Thanks, Meryl. We'll be okay now.
[There's a little more babying before the man leaves. The boy picks up his stuffed animal (a rabbit) and pulls the blankets up so that both of them are better covered. He seems to be taking care of her, even though he's even smaller than he usually is.]
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She's quiet for a few moments, seeming to think about everything. ]
... Hey-- .. Med'an, you're happy, right?
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'Course I am. We're safe and Meryl is with us.
[Why wouldn't he be happy? He has his zombiedad. It's obvious how much Meryl means to him.]
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I'm glad. [ She doesn't specifically say for what. ]
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[Not so fast, Angggeeeee. He's still looking up at her face, a cute little smile on his own.]
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... I'm-- .. Yeah, I'm okay.
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That's good. I want you to be happy too.
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You want me to be happy that badly? Why would you care so much? [ And it doesn't even really sound as bitter as she sometimes does - she just.. really isn't used to people caring for her a lot, okay.. She watches bittydan. ]
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[He doesn't stop snuggling. It's so obvious he doesn't have to. DUH ANGE, GEEZ.]
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The response is sort of a surprise to her, mostly since.. well, of course she has been feeling close to her Watch partner, but she hadn't bothered labelling it anything like that. So to hear him say that, even in his current bitty form.. it's surprising. But a little nice too. The smile on her face widens a little as she closes her eyes for a moment. ]
... Thanks.
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Uh-huh.
[Ok......sleeping.......z.......zzzz......<3 ]
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The woman allows herself to relax when she realizes how tense she had become.
What is stranger is the idea of Med'an, of anyone, really, nestled this close to her. Awkwardly, she gently rests a hand on his head.]
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Meryl's always taken care of me. It's okay if he's around.
He'll bring you juice, too.
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She takes a moment to glance about the room, unused to anything more than a plain white wall. She feels...comfortable here.]
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[This room is certainly more than you'd find in the Apeture Testing Areas. It's a little cluttered, actually, but what can you expect from a kid?]
We're not related, but he still takes care of me.
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When she feels in control of her own body again, she leans forward to shout for Meryl to come back. Sorry if Rika moving around bothers you, little Med'an. She's kind of distracted. ]
Meryl!
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He'll come back! He's just getting juice!
[WHY ARE YOU FREAKING OUT ABOUT JUICE.]
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Rika is tempted to jump out of bed, but when she finally takes notice of the little Med'an next to her, she stays put. She doesn't seem to recognize Med'an...
It's tempting to chase Meryl down, but she doesn't think she could just leave a small child alone. ]
Ah...
[ Attempting to relax here... Meryl was going to come back after all. She glances around the room. ]
Wh, where is this?
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It's my room.
[He seems confused at her confusion. Well, what else would this place be? It's got enough toys (and clutter) in it to certainly be a childs bedroom. And it has Meryl, which is also property of Medan. He scootches closer to her in case she needs hugging.]
That was just a bad dream. We'll be okay now.
[Head-lean.]
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Sticking her hand out, she strokes Med'an's hair. Her gaze, however, keeps staring at the doorway and expecting for Meryl to come back soon. She couldn't be back in Discedo. No room would look like this. ]
...
How do you know Meryl?
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He's my foster father. He adopted me.
[Helpfully, he looks up at her and says; ]
You know me. I'm Med'an.
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[ A pause. Med'an... where had she heard that name before? It was when she first arrived in Demeleier, wasn't it? She had never actually seen him in person, but... the voice doesn't match up with the one she heard over the communicator. ]
Med'an... did we... speak over the communicator?
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[He doesn't even get upset over the mention of Buttface Bern. Snuggling again, okok? And Meryl returns at that moment as well, carrying two glasses of juice. He smiles kindly at both of them and hands the juice over, sitting on the edge of the bed, and asks if they need anything else.]