dream/nightmare event

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WHO: Battler and ANYONE!
WHAT: Battler's nightmare results in two of him. One isn't as nice as the other.
WHEN: May 8th
WHERE: In the dream world bro
WARNINGS: Blood, violence, taunting, etc etc IT'S RATED R FOLKS


[to anyone that walked into this hellish nightmare, it was easy to see why this wasn't pleasant at all.

battler knew what was going on the entire time, he had a distinct knowledge for these sorts of tricks, but even so he had been powerless to stop the other man. the one that looked exactly like him, sounded just like him, even laughed like him, played tricks and was sent here only to kill and to taunt. that was what he did, that was what he had done in the past.

who did it... who was the culprit? those questions had been directed at him as soon as he woke up in that hospital room. he had been saved by someone he loved, but he hadn't been protected from the police and the reporters that demanded answers. his entire family had died. they had been murdered, and he didn't have the answers. what could he tell them? it was pointless to say what happened, nearly everyone he loved had been killed. that included the culprit herself. so, since he didn't hand out answers, people started to talk.

it must have been battler, they said to one another, it must have been him. that talking, all that gossip, he knew that it gave birth to what was in his nightmare. it was a vague idea, but for whatever reason he just knew that was why he was here.

battler struggled against his restraints as he lay on his side, the rope all too tight around his wrists. he had been tied up by this man, he had been kicked and stabbed and beaten until he was a bloody mess. the other man, he just threw back his head and laughed to no one in particular.

yes, whoever stepped into this nightmare would see a horrible scene. battler on the ground covered in blood, the man in the purple suit also covered, and bodies lay all around him. the bodies of people he had met in his life, the bodies of his family, anyone that battler could say he was close to, they were all here and dead on the ground.]

My my.... have you come to play....?

[he spoke, the man in question, to whoever stepped into this dream.]

[ooc: replies will come from both this journal and justiceerror !! and permission will be asked in the threads for anything before it is done. if your character just came to talk, then it's okay to specify that! trying to save battler will result in b. battler stopping them.]

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[tenminutes]

[ The problem with dreams, the thing that made nightmares so scary, was that it was hard to tell just what was real and what wasn't. Yuri certainly didn't know that it was a dream when even if the scenery illogically changed as it had. One moment she had been at her front door. She wasn't even sure which front door it was. Yuri had changed living spaces so frequently that she wasn't even comfortable calling any of them home. The afterlife, Rokkenjima, Battler's house, Yuriko's house, the apartment next to Battler's.. The front doors all started to look the same even if none of them looked like a home. In the second moment when her hand twisted the knob and opened that door up to a place that clearly wasn't any of them, it didn't seem like anything that should afford a question.

No, the blood actually seemed more familiar than most things considering how much of it she'd seen over the years. The bodies.. People she didn't know, people she recognized. A panic rose in her until she heard Battler's voice. She'd gotten back to trusting him lately. It'd taken a while, but they'd worked through it and even if they weren't where they had been, they were much better now. If anything had been closest to the 'home' she kept searching for in her dreams over and over again (another reason the familiarity of being lost didn't seem questionable) it was Battler.

When she turned to look at him though, the words he actually spoke caught up to her and connected pretty quickly with his outfit, his eyes. She knew who he was and it wasn't Battler-- her Battler, anyway. It explained the bodies everywhere and Yuri turned around to open the door again, but the door didn't have a handle.

Home was where your heart was, alright. No wonder she couldn't seem to find one if he was here. Yuri took a deep breath and made sure to keep a fair amount of distance between them. She was alive now, she definitely definitely couldn't be trapped with him. Calm down. Play it off like it's nothing. Yuri sighed and tried to play it off like they were in a totally normal situation and she was criticizing him. She needed time to think. ]

Sorry, but I thought we were done with murder games. They're sort of last year.

[justiceerror]

[he had battler's memories. he could recall everything.

this was a nightmare, but to the man in the purple suit, it was all so real. he didn't know it was fake, that none of this was real, everyone to him was just another victim waiting to be cut open.

the battler on the ground moved, he made a noise in his throat but no words came out. he struggled agaisnt his restraints again, and then just made the man laugh. he turned to look down at battler, walking over to him with confident strides. the man brought his foot up- only to slam it down on battler's head.]

Murder games...? I see.... [he pressed his foot down harder on battler.] ....yes.... yes I suppose they would be games...

[but then he took his foot away from battler, turning around to point right at yuri.]

But you would know all about that, would you not....?! With all your taunting as well, toying with the lives of others.... aahh... I know all about it, Yuri!

[tenminutes]

[ Her eyes moved to Battler as Black Battler moved toward him. It was hard to move at all, and she definitely didn't have the ability to get there before he hurt Battler. Yuri reflexively reached behind her, up the back of her shirt. But her hidden hostler isn't there. She doesn't have anything remotely like a battlefront or an arsenal anymore. Yuri doesn't have a gun or a knife or anything but the skin on her back hidden up the backside of her shirt.

What kind of idiot was she that she thought she could get away with going around unarmed just because this place seemed peaceful? Maybe that freedom of feeling like it was okay had been what she'd shoot herself in the foot with after all.

Just because she wasn't armed didn't mean she wouldn't fight though. Her eyes darted around to the corpses on the ground. Someone had to have something sharp. It was morbid, and staring at the graveyard around them made her realize that the tables may have turned and she was one of the only living people around, but it probably wouldn't be for long. Especially if she didn't find something.

--But for now, she needed to get Asshole-Battler away from Battler. ]

You've gotten pretty bad at this. I tease people all the time, that's nothing new. You're not even tormenting my boyfriend right, dumbass.

[ Despite her words, she was honestly hoping that he'd hear them over the sound of her heart pounding in her chest. ]

She doesn't have a horrified icon yet... >_>

[helpyhelperton]

[What... what is this place? Whatever it is, it seems even stranger than the city. There's no logic or rhyme or reason to this place and there's a strong sense of unrealness to this place.]

Am I dreaming?

[She wonders that outloud to herself as she continues to wander across the dreamscape, only stopping when she hears Black Battler's voice call out to her. Megumi wheels around and gasps, eyes widening at the sight in front of her. She doesn't retreat though, instead clenching her fists at her sides and standing firm.]

What are you doing to him? Leave him alone!

[justiceerror]

[he could feel it, he could sense it from her. she was scared of him, she was terrified of what he would do, and that just made this much more satisfying! he grinned at her words, another round of laughter erupting within him.]

Huhahahahahaha...!! No... you know just what I mean! You think you have control, you like to have it all the time.... but yes... it's because you see.... aaahhh...! It's because you don't have any control at all!

How was it, hm? What was it like....?! Hey... hey hey tell me...! [he took a step towards her, his own dark aura starting to surround him.] ....what did they look like... your siblings... after they were shot... after they were killed....?! Oohh....! But that's no good, no... no good at all! You see... I have them.... here...

I have your siblings here.

one day she shall

[justiceerror]

[he believed he was the real battler.

no, he was the true battler. the one lying on the ground, the one tied up and bleeding... he was a fake. he was the furniture, he was the idiotic fool. right now, black battler stood on top and he never wanted to leave this throne.

he would kill anyone just to satisfy his own desires.]

Leave him.... alone....? What a thought... mmm.... [he placed a hand in his pocket as though he were contemplating that seriously.]

...I think not. I want him, and I want to torture him until he no longer screams.

[tenminutes]

[ She knew that. She knew that already, that was why she always tried to control everything as much as sh could. It wasn't as though she was unaware of it, but most of the time other people didn't realize it. Because they didn't know what happens when your control is ripped from you. Yuri'd had it happen so many times that she stopped wanting to ever let go of control at all. Now that she finally had tried to let it go somewhat, to just let this whole situation take her along and try to just do her best within it instead of making it her own and telling everything else to keep up with her--

Now he was here to take it away.

This was why she didn't ever let go of control, and he knew. There was nothing more terrifying than someone understanding you when you don't want them to, because that means they know what to take away from you. Her eyes glanced to the Battler tied up on the floor briefly. She didn't get how that was possible-- last time she'd seen this imitation, it had been him but under the influence of a virus. How the hell was he here, separate from Battler now?

Yuri took a step back. The last time she'd seen him, she wasn't half as scared as she was now. She had already been dead, she didn't have anything to lose. Now she finally had a possibility for a future, she had someone she loved and she was working things out. Even if she still didn't have a place to call home and the price for getting all of this way high, things were better. And she'd let the control slip because of that. Because she'd wanted to believe that it was possible and now he was here to take it away.

Was he was starting with making sure that she'd lose everything from the very beginning? Yuri's expression clearly transformed when he mentioned her siblings. How the hell could he possibly have them? He didn't have anything to do with that- he wasn't involved. They were gone. Long gone, they'd even forgiven her, he couldn't have them. ]

If you think I'm that gullible you're even crazier than I thought.

[ Her voice wasn't as playful as it had been before though. She couldn't force it at a certain point. Not when he was trying to goad her into reliving her past that she had finally, finally forgiven herself for. ]

1/2

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[battler could hear what was going on between the two of them, and everything in his very being was screaming to get up. he didn't have his powers anymore, he wasn't an endless sorcerer, he couldn't just conjure up the stakes and have them attack. he wanted to kill this other version of himself, he wanted to get rid of this bastard that kept coming back to haunt him. he had invaded his thoughts, his dreams even, all of that previously after that day. after that virus that made him feel sick to his stomach.

battler groaned, pulling at his restraints yet again, attempting to move across the floor to get away from this man and go over to her. he opened his mouth, going to yell to her, but still nothing. he cursed internally, he closed his eyes tightly. he wanted to talk, to say something, but why was it so hard?!

force it out! do anything, just say something!!]

Y...Yu-...a...ahh... [he had opened his eyes to stare over at her, the pain coursing all through him and making even his vision blurry now. just... what was this....?!]

this whole thread should be marked nsfw, especially this post. blood warnings and such!!

[justiceerror]

[ooohh boo hoo! he needed to just shut up and stop trying already. black battler turned, taking out a knife from his pocket and he walked over to battler.]

Tsk tsk.... you never learn... do you... Battler? [he brought the knife down and into battler's side, and the original let out a strained yell at that. he could still barely make any sort of sound, but that somehow came through.] I was talking!

[now then- where was he?

...ah yes. black battler got up, he turned to look back at her, his arms outstretched.]

Don't go anywhere, Yuri! I have your siblings, I really do! If you'll just hear me out, I can get one of them.

[he started to walk away from battler, heading towards the many corpses that were in the room.] Somewhere around.... ah. Yes.

[kneeling down, he reached behind one of the corpses, grabbing a fistful of magenta hair and he pulled the young one up and out of the pile. she was still alive, the oldest sibling, but she was coughing and barely breathing.]

Poor thing... don't you think? She really doesn't want to die... hehehaa....!

[helpyhelperton]

[She doesn't understand most of what's happening here. Megumi doesn't know anything about real Battler or fake Battler. All she knows is that the person in front of her is willing to hurt others to get what he wants to fulfill his own selfish desires, just like the generals of the Phantom Empire back home.

Her expression sets in determination. She can't turn her back on this. No matter how horrifying the sight of those bodies and the bleeding and beaten man on the ground might be, she has to put a stop to it! It's her duty as a Precure!]

Something like this.... [Her eyes flash and out of nowhere she's holding her Mirror and PreCards.] I won't let you get away with it!

["Time To Change~". The mirror pops open, letting her slot her cards into place and for a moment her reflection rests in it before a warm, pink light flows from it and surrounds her, becoming a cloak. Her hair glows, becoming longer and changing to a bright pink, the same color now shining in her eyes. Piece by piece, her Precure form appears, all of it happening in an instant. Finally, she casts the cloak aside letting it dissolve into light. Her bow appears on her back and she taps her wrist, conjuring her PreBrace and then at last, it's done.

Where a moment ago there had been a rather plain-looking redhead teenager, there's now a pink, black and white clad heroine, ready to fight to end the misery Black Battler sought to bring to the world.]

The big love spreading across the world! [She waves her arms as she speaks, leaving trails of light in the air in the shape of a heart before finally concluding with her trademark pose.] Cure Lovely!

[justiceerror]

[....heehhh......

alright. that was pretty flashy. after that whole sequence b. battler simply nods, even clapping at her little performance.]

Wow... didn't think that someone could make such a flashy entrance. You've taken my breath away.... however... next time- do away with the cloak. It would be... ah... much more entertaining watch you that way.

[take that in the worst possible way, because he meant it like that.]

Love... you say? I'm curious now, do you know... what love is....? Tell me, just what color is the ocean for you....? Is it grey, or is it blue?

[tenminutes]

[ The little sounds Battler was making, no more than grunts and stifled cries for help gave Yuri a sense of deja vu. He'd nearly gotten her name out, which was different, but the last time she'd seen him like this was one of the many, many times she'd nearly lost him. At least this time no one was trying to force him into marriage. Yuri almost wanted to laugh the stupidity of that being the only comfort she really had right now.

It wasn't much of an improvement on the situation considering that the look in Battler's eyes said he was really, truly still there this time. There wasn't anyone around to save him but her and the best she could do would be to throw her body over his to make sure that he didn't get hurt but she already knew that wouldn't be very effective. Black Battler would be happy to crush both of them together, she was sure of it. Or just kill her and make sure that Battler couldn't escape her corpse, make sure he felt her heart stop. He probably had something more creative than that, but Yuri couldn't help but think that would be the worst fate if they'd been in each others' positions.

The worst fate possible until Black Battler made his move against her. The small child he'd pulled up was impossible. Absolutely impossible, and yet she believed every second of it enough that she was fairly certain her heart had stopped. Yuri's eyes grew wide, finally breaking the forced blank facade she'd been clinging to. Her lips parted to cry out her sister's name, but her throat had tightened so much that it took her a few seconds to even regain her voice.

No- No, she had to save her. She was okay, she was there. She couldn't lose her again. Yuri felt her body shake, just like it had at that time. The last time she'd shook so badly was when she was that scared little girl. ]

Don't-

[ Her throat was still tight. Honestly, if it took begging she would do it to make sure her sister was safe. She was alive, why couldn't her sisters and brother be too? Maybe the little girl didn't even remember her, she was just reincarnated, but that wouldn't stop Yuri from giving everything she could to protect her. ]

You can torture me as much as you want- I'll do anything if you let them go and don't go after them again. Battler and my family.

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[This could have been a very good dream for Yang. She liked the flirty stupid redhead, and dreaming up TWO of him? Yang would have considered that a big win! But, and call her crazy if you will, she's kiiiiiiiiind of not really into the piles of corpses thing. It's a turn off.]

[So here she stands, looking at the battered body of who she assumes is the true Battler, if only because he's the only one she knows. This guy who looks like him? Evil twin, most likely.]

I'm not so sure I'd like your type of games.

[It's just a dream, she's pretty sure. But the urge to rescue the man is pretty strong.]

What did you have in mind?

[justiceerror]

Mm...

[that was an amusing thought. at her words, the man in question let go of the younger girl. he stood back up, nodding to himself as he placed his hands in his pockets.]

I like that idea.... yes... anything to hurt him.

[he gestured towards battler, who was still tied up, still struggling to even move. he had the knife in his side, and he felt the blood begin to pool around him. it was hard to think for him, hard to even see, and he even coughed up blood.]

...Might have to make it quick, I don't think your Battler will last much longer.

[justiceerror]

...Ah... I see...

[he smiles, tilting his head as he looks over at her.]

Such a sight... what a beauty to see.... however, I wonder what you'll look like covered in red. Huhahahahaa....! Yes, that's what I want!

[an aura began to surround him, the black power engulfed him as he grinned at yang.]

What sorts of sounds... will you make...?!

[tenminutes]

[ Yuri glances to Battler again. She doesn't want to hurt him. But he just sat there, not saying anything. Even before he was injured so badly, he hadn't done anything. He could have said anything, something to tell her it would be okay. He could have warned her the second she'd opened the door not to let it close, or told her to find her family. If Battler was the one in charge here, then why was Black Battler the one who always won every time he appeared? Yuri knew that she'd seen him before, again and again, even if she didn't realize this whole thing was only a dream of some kind. But she'd definitely met with him before. This was the first time that he had appeared in one of her nightmares where she'd actually been able to get him to agree to something, anything, to make him stop what he was doing.

Yuri felt a tiny smidge of control coming back to her, even if it was only what was granted to her. It wasn't anything substantial, but it was enough for her to move toward Battler and kneel down next to him, pulling the knife out before putting her hand in its place and applying pressure to the wound. A lot of pressure, enough that it probably hurt him even if it was slowing the bleeding.

Yuri was supposed to hurt him, and part of her wanted to. Even outside of this place, he'd betrayed her. She'd wanted to rest in peace, to let her soul move on. She'd never wanted to live at the expense of another person. She had been content, happy, and he had pulled her out of that into this hell and here she was, being given reason over and over again to believe that she didn't deserve that peace. Even if things had gotten better, she was still angry at him. She still blamed him, even if she wanted to forgive him. Maybe doing as Black Battler said wouldn't be as bad. It would make them even. He took a life to get her back, and Yuri could take control of this entire situation if she took his. She couldn't blame him anymore if she had sinned the same, and it would take control from Black Battler. He wanted her to hurt him, not kill him. Because Black Battler wanted him to watch.

Yuri took a deep breath, finally managing to pull that smile back to her face as she spun the bloodied knife around in her fingers a couple of times. It wasn't the usual smile, but one that was a little unhinged. ]

You're right.

[ Yuri took the blade and thrust it into Battler's stomach, then out again. Another time, and another time, then finally into his heart. She'd only meant to stab him once, but once the motion got going she found it hard to stop. She had to get rid of that Battler that she didn't trust and only then would she even remotely be able to trust him again, like she wanted to, right? So he had to die.

Yuri was still shaking, terrified of what she'd just done, but she pulled the knife out again, then stood up and turned to Black Battler, spinning it again. Somehow that felt.. cathartic. Even with all that fear still within her, it hurt less somehow. ]

I've got the knife now.

[behindthefakesmile]

[Fai wasn't exactly sure what he had stepped into. Last thing he recalled was going to sleep after having a drink or two, or four for that matter. This couldn't be something he would have dreamt up... at least he hoped this wasn't in his head. That would just be more awful than normal.

Walking a few steps he looked around, his eyes studying the situation and looking for possible explanation as to what was going on. But it didn't take him long to spot something. With a smile and his two hands held up in front of his body he was assuring that he wasn't exactly dangerous.]

I have not come to play, at least not today. [That rhyme was not intended as he put on a calm smile, his eyes looking towards the ground. Ah, it was that man he spoke to when he first arrived, but he knew this wasn't the place he arrived at this time, it was different.]

What exactly is it you are doing?

[It didn't look good either way, so he was prepared for the possibly, moving his hands towards his side.]

1/2

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[....? eh...?! w...what was this....?

the worst possible nightmare he could ever imagine was happening before his eyes. he couldn't do a thing, he could simply watch, but his heart clenched as he saw yuri walk over to him. never had he ever been afraid of her, but right now, he was terrified of yuri. she had a look in her eyes that indicated she wante blood, his blood, and he couldn't even believe it.]

N...no... nn... ngh.....! [he tried to speak again but even so it was strained, it was so impossible.

she was coming, and he knew what would come next. he was used to it, though, he was used to being hurt and attacked by the people he thought he could trust. he's felt the pain of dying over and over, so this... shouldn't hurt...

but he knew it would.

he felt the intense pain when she stabbed his stomach, over and over, and soon the pain started to fade the more she slammed that knife into him. he coughed, he groaned, but soon he saw everything grow dark. he was dying... he would be dead in just moments.]

[justiceerror]

[...now that was something he hadn't been expecting.

oh what a treat this was!! black battler just stared in awe, his eyes wide and he couldn't even think as he watched her. it was perfect... what just happened was absolutely perfect!!]

Hahhhh...?! Hahahaha...! Ihihihahahahahhahaha! Yes! Yes yes.... as expected of you, Yuri! I should have known you would turn on him, I should have seen it coming...! But I didn't... haha! And here I thought you actually loved him, that foolish version....!

You were just using him, weren't you...?! All this time- he was just someone for you to use and abuse! That has to be it, and now you wanted to kill him.... aahh it's all so clear now! You can't kill NPC's because Hinata told you not to... and yet you simply kill Battler so easily...?!

You don't even know what love is!!

[justiceerror]

[hmm... yes, this one. black battler shared the memories of the original, he knew just who this was.]

What am... I doing....? Well, I'm simply... getting rid of a fool.

[he laughed to himself, his hands now in his pockets as he turned to grin at fai.]

And I wish to replace him... of course.

[tenminutes]

[ It made sense in crazy dream logic. Black Battler was the one who was doing all of the bad things now, but in the end he wasn't the one who had hurt her. ]

I told you the first time we met. It hurts more when he does it. If I want to stop being scared of you, then I can't be scared of the version I care about. I know he can trust me, so if we're on the same level then I should be able to trust him again. It's hard to love someone if you can't trust them, so it's okay now.

[ Yuri swallowed. She didn't know exactly why it seemed okay. Battler wasn't even really gone, he was just.. this, now. And Black Battler could hurt her physically all he wanted, but he couldn't take away the important things from her anymore. ]

You always come back, so it's okay.

[ If Black Battler always came back, Battler would too, right? Even if she didn't realize they were nightmares, she knew she'd seen him more than once. So why did it sound like she was trying to reassure herself, saying it was okay over and over? ]

[behindthefakesmile]

[He paused for a moment, now that wasn't very much and it certainly was something that made him feel a little more than uncomfortable.]

Now, getting rid of a fool sounds rather harsh, don't you think? [He looked around, he could figure what was coming and maybe having something in his hand was better than nothing at all.]

[solar_flare]

Covered in red, huh?

[She pulls her arms wide with a sharp motion, bursting into bright flames. The corners of her mouth turn upward into a smirk.]

How's that?

[Her gauntlets are locked and ready to go, aura blazing in stark contrast to the darkness oozing from her opponent. She pulls back her fists, then shoots herself forward (literally) to drive a fiery fist at his chest.]

[helpyhelperton]

[Oh, she gets what he's saying and she makes a face at it. He's a bad guy and a pervert at the same time? Gross.

But she's not going to let that throw her off. Instead, she focuses on his question, nodding firmly.]

The ocean is the same blue color for everybody, and love is the same. That's always true even if people sometimes lose sight of it!

[Said without an instant of hesitation. She means every word of it.]

[justiceerror]

Mmm.... don't you get it, yet?

[black battler pointed down at the battler that was on the floor, the one that was now dead.]

Me and him, we're not the same. I'm the culprit, the one that killed his whole family... he's the detective, we aren't the same at all.

How is it okay at all...? Do you honestly think he can trust you after you killed him?