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and they'd prayed to never return...
WHO: Luke fon Fabre, Ryuuji Takasu, and you.
WHAT: Luke and Ryuuji's dream selves are back in the hotel.
WHEN: May 8th
WHERE: Hotel California; see General Prompt for description.
WARNINGS: R, for violence and possibility of death.
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[General Prompt]
In this dream, there is a large building. An elegant one of sorts graced with luxurious decor, a unique winding stair case, and comfortable lounges for you to relax in. That was, if it was daylight and the electricity were functional. In this reality, everything was dark and dreary. The atmosphere was heavy and ominous, as if something were lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce you. At the front lobby there is a man sitting at the desk, and he seems sane in comparison to the surroundings. If you interact with him, you will find he's mildly pessimistic and rather depressed. You can't fish orders from him, and you never know if he's been ordered to hurt you.
The most prominent monster found among the hotel were the condemned guests. By the looks of it, they are emaciated forms of previous guests, those who have given up. They're primitive creatures that will attack but are easy to fight off. They grow more dangerous by the number. It's hard to ignore their crying, rage, and the occasional murmurs. Some go them carry weapons you can find around the building. When killed, they cry loudly as if to alert others. It's best to kill them quickly before you attract more.
Around the resort housekeepers can be found howling and screaming in the hallways near the rooms in the main building. They scratch and thrust themselves at the doors to try and open them to drag you to the master's chambers. Unlike the guests, they aren't armed, but their overgrown nails and inhuman strength are a force to be reckoned with. They'll resort to biting and scratching and attempt any means possible to seize you.
Here, it was common to be unarmed, forced to use whatever means necessary around you to defend yourself. Maybe you're lucky and still have your weapon, maybe you're not and have to resort to fighting with whatever you find. If you possess spells or magic, you might have an easier time assuming you're not overwhelmed.
It feels as if it's been night for days, without any hope of the sun rising to shine light on this forsaken hotel again.
[Luke's Prompt]
(a) At the base of the stairs, the redhead could be found holding what appeared to be the handle of either a mop or a broom- either way, that wasn’t the important detail to be focusing on. What was important was the fact that the replica was practically surrounded by a group of what were most commonly known as techies. Some carried pipes, some wrenches. Apparently Luke had wondered into an area where construction was being done, back when the sun was still shining. Green eyes narrowed as the replica slammed the makeshift weapon down onto one of the steps and shouted, “Guardian Field!!!”
A flash of white light could be seen as all of the deranged staffers were knocked back by several feet. The redhead didn’t bother wasting any time on ensuring that they were unconscious- he already knew that they weren’t. They wouldn’t be from an attack as weak as that. In fact, he was already prepared for them to be right at his heels in a matter of seconds. Hence, his not waiting. Hence, his running as quickly as he possibly could. It’d probably be more helpful, were his right leg and arm not red with his own blood.
Yes, that’d probably be incredibly helpful in ensuring his speed were more adequately…to his advantage.
Alas, there was zero room for Luke to bother complaining. He could only focus on putting as much space as possible between himself and th- …and it seemed he wasn’t going to get more than, well, a foot. Why were they so fast?! They weren’t that fast, last time! Luke’s brow tensed as his feet were knocked out from under him by a long pipe. Instantaneously, he flipped onto his back and began attempting to scoot backwards, away from the nearest one. It was no use…the pipe was lifted. There was…no point, was there? For some reason, that time around, the fear was…overwhelming. A feeling of worthlessness and dread was weighing down on him, on top of the fear. He was…helpless- no, useless. He couldn’t save anyone. Who was-…who was he kidding?
Green eyes widened as a hand lifted as a means of bracing against the oncoming attack.
(b) However he managed to get out of the attack, Luke was utterly grateful. He’d managed to snap out of whatever trance the fear had put him under, at least. With that, Luke was zooming through the hallways. There was only one person he was looking for. Only one person he even knew would be there, in need of his help.
“Takasu!!!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, not even considering the fact that one of the staffers might hear.
Teeth clenched in frustration, as well as desperation, he kept his eyes trained for any possible movement. Really, any signs of people that might be in need of his help. Sure, his priority was his friend, but that didn’t mean he’d just leave someone hanging. The replica wasn’t finding anyone, however. Wait, no, there was someth-…ah, shit, no, that’s a staff… FASTER, LUKE.
Ducking around a corner, he waited. After a moment, he cautiously peeked around the corner. Oh, good, they didn’t see him, apparently. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath, until there was a sudden burning in his chest that wasn’t just from the perpetual fear. The never-ending fear…when would it stop? Had he really…been tossed back into the hell that was Hotel California? Brow tensing, he slammed a hand against the side of his head. He could feel a stinging with his eyes.
No…Stop thinking about it. Just lock away everything. Push all emotions away, until time for the sun to rise. Just lock it all away, until it was okay to feel, again. It’d be okay, if he just didn’t think about it. Holding a blink, he took another deep breath and began moving. He let his feet do the decision making on what direction he stormed in. When it was necessary, he defended himself. When it was necessary, he hid. He didn’t let himself think as he drove forward, eyes never faltering in their search for that one person.
[Ryuuji's Prompt]
(a) In the room there was the most basic of services. It wasn't actually a problem had the door not rattled and thundered at the sound of the housekeepers thrashing at the door, doing what they could to breach what poor excuse of a defense it was. As much as Ryuuji wanted to abandon the room, he wasn't crazy enough to jump out the window and found himself trapped in the room. The only thing keeping him from the monsters was the door, and it wasn't about to last. He did his best to keep its structure by applying his weight to his side to keep them from knocking it in, but to little success. Before he knew it, there were arms outstretched from holes they created.
"It's just a dream! It's just a dream! A bad dream! Wake up, Ryuuji!" He pleaded with his conscious as if it would solve all his problems. His eyes were shut tight in fear, not wanting to witness the nightmare that was happening around him. He could feel nails dig aggressively into his skin, and hands coil around his limbs. Ryuuji felt the door fall apart behind him, allowing them to topple over and pile on him and scraps of the door. There was clawing and biting. It was hard to hear his cries over their piercing screams. How he originally got out of this the first time it occurred was a blur, but now, as an actual dream, they were so unbearably overwhelming that Ryuuji couldn't do anything to fend them off. Not without hurting them.
(b) The hallways were dark, but wide. There were still ominous feelings lurking about in the shadows. The teen had no idea what was going on, but he felt like he's been through there before. The aches and pains of all the scratches and bites on his body collected from his foul encounter back at his room. It was an eerie deja vu experience like he's been through this before. Was...was he back at the hotel? Genessia was a little too good to be true. Ryuuji felt himself glancing about, making hesitant advancements. "L-Luke? Are you here?" He whimpered for his friend. The hotel felt like a maze in the dark. Would his call grant him Luke...or another thirsty guest?
[Closed to Luke & Ryuuji]
A familiar looking restaurant north of the lobby was disjointed and attached to the main building. The room was larger in some areas, and smaller in others. It felt as if the sizes melted together in a sort of surreal blend where proportions didn't make sense. The dark restaurant made it hard to see. Of course where there is a restaurant, there are chefs, and these ones travel in packs. They seem inhuman with how skilled they are and how infuriatingly difficult it is to fend them off. They're lurking here, somewhere, waiting for fresh meat to wander by.
WHAT: Luke and Ryuuji's dream selves are back in the hotel.
WHEN: May 8th
WHERE: Hotel California; see General Prompt for description.
WARNINGS: R, for violence and possibility of death.
NOTE: Okay, it's really quite simple to reply to this! Pick the character you'd like to have yours interact with, then select the prompt you'd like to have your character interacting with them in. If you have any questions, a PM to this account or ping to
In this dream, there is a large building. An elegant one of sorts graced with luxurious decor, a unique winding stair case, and comfortable lounges for you to relax in. That was, if it was daylight and the electricity were functional. In this reality, everything was dark and dreary. The atmosphere was heavy and ominous, as if something were lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce you. At the front lobby there is a man sitting at the desk, and he seems sane in comparison to the surroundings. If you interact with him, you will find he's mildly pessimistic and rather depressed. You can't fish orders from him, and you never know if he's been ordered to hurt you.
The most prominent monster found among the hotel were the condemned guests. By the looks of it, they are emaciated forms of previous guests, those who have given up. They're primitive creatures that will attack but are easy to fight off. They grow more dangerous by the number. It's hard to ignore their crying, rage, and the occasional murmurs. Some go them carry weapons you can find around the building. When killed, they cry loudly as if to alert others. It's best to kill them quickly before you attract more.
Around the resort housekeepers can be found howling and screaming in the hallways near the rooms in the main building. They scratch and thrust themselves at the doors to try and open them to drag you to the master's chambers. Unlike the guests, they aren't armed, but their overgrown nails and inhuman strength are a force to be reckoned with. They'll resort to biting and scratching and attempt any means possible to seize you.
Here, it was common to be unarmed, forced to use whatever means necessary around you to defend yourself. Maybe you're lucky and still have your weapon, maybe you're not and have to resort to fighting with whatever you find. If you possess spells or magic, you might have an easier time assuming you're not overwhelmed.
It feels as if it's been night for days, without any hope of the sun rising to shine light on this forsaken hotel again.
(a) At the base of the stairs, the redhead could be found holding what appeared to be the handle of either a mop or a broom- either way, that wasn’t the important detail to be focusing on. What was important was the fact that the replica was practically surrounded by a group of what were most commonly known as techies. Some carried pipes, some wrenches. Apparently Luke had wondered into an area where construction was being done, back when the sun was still shining. Green eyes narrowed as the replica slammed the makeshift weapon down onto one of the steps and shouted, “Guardian Field!!!”
A flash of white light could be seen as all of the deranged staffers were knocked back by several feet. The redhead didn’t bother wasting any time on ensuring that they were unconscious- he already knew that they weren’t. They wouldn’t be from an attack as weak as that. In fact, he was already prepared for them to be right at his heels in a matter of seconds. Hence, his not waiting. Hence, his running as quickly as he possibly could. It’d probably be more helpful, were his right leg and arm not red with his own blood.
Yes, that’d probably be incredibly helpful in ensuring his speed were more adequately…to his advantage.
Alas, there was zero room for Luke to bother complaining. He could only focus on putting as much space as possible between himself and th- …and it seemed he wasn’t going to get more than, well, a foot. Why were they so fast?! They weren’t that fast, last time! Luke’s brow tensed as his feet were knocked out from under him by a long pipe. Instantaneously, he flipped onto his back and began attempting to scoot backwards, away from the nearest one. It was no use…the pipe was lifted. There was…no point, was there? For some reason, that time around, the fear was…overwhelming. A feeling of worthlessness and dread was weighing down on him, on top of the fear. He was…helpless- no, useless. He couldn’t save anyone. Who was-…who was he kidding?
Green eyes widened as a hand lifted as a means of bracing against the oncoming attack.
(b) However he managed to get out of the attack, Luke was utterly grateful. He’d managed to snap out of whatever trance the fear had put him under, at least. With that, Luke was zooming through the hallways. There was only one person he was looking for. Only one person he even knew would be there, in need of his help.
“Takasu!!!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, not even considering the fact that one of the staffers might hear.
Teeth clenched in frustration, as well as desperation, he kept his eyes trained for any possible movement. Really, any signs of people that might be in need of his help. Sure, his priority was his friend, but that didn’t mean he’d just leave someone hanging. The replica wasn’t finding anyone, however. Wait, no, there was someth-…ah, shit, no, that’s a staff… FASTER, LUKE.
Ducking around a corner, he waited. After a moment, he cautiously peeked around the corner. Oh, good, they didn’t see him, apparently. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath, until there was a sudden burning in his chest that wasn’t just from the perpetual fear. The never-ending fear…when would it stop? Had he really…been tossed back into the hell that was Hotel California? Brow tensing, he slammed a hand against the side of his head. He could feel a stinging with his eyes.
No…Stop thinking about it. Just lock away everything. Push all emotions away, until time for the sun to rise. Just lock it all away, until it was okay to feel, again. It’d be okay, if he just didn’t think about it. Holding a blink, he took another deep breath and began moving. He let his feet do the decision making on what direction he stormed in. When it was necessary, he defended himself. When it was necessary, he hid. He didn’t let himself think as he drove forward, eyes never faltering in their search for that one person.
(a) In the room there was the most basic of services. It wasn't actually a problem had the door not rattled and thundered at the sound of the housekeepers thrashing at the door, doing what they could to breach what poor excuse of a defense it was. As much as Ryuuji wanted to abandon the room, he wasn't crazy enough to jump out the window and found himself trapped in the room. The only thing keeping him from the monsters was the door, and it wasn't about to last. He did his best to keep its structure by applying his weight to his side to keep them from knocking it in, but to little success. Before he knew it, there were arms outstretched from holes they created.
"It's just a dream! It's just a dream! A bad dream! Wake up, Ryuuji!" He pleaded with his conscious as if it would solve all his problems. His eyes were shut tight in fear, not wanting to witness the nightmare that was happening around him. He could feel nails dig aggressively into his skin, and hands coil around his limbs. Ryuuji felt the door fall apart behind him, allowing them to topple over and pile on him and scraps of the door. There was clawing and biting. It was hard to hear his cries over their piercing screams. How he originally got out of this the first time it occurred was a blur, but now, as an actual dream, they were so unbearably overwhelming that Ryuuji couldn't do anything to fend them off. Not without hurting them.
(b) The hallways were dark, but wide. There were still ominous feelings lurking about in the shadows. The teen had no idea what was going on, but he felt like he's been through there before. The aches and pains of all the scratches and bites on his body collected from his foul encounter back at his room. It was an eerie deja vu experience like he's been through this before. Was...was he back at the hotel? Genessia was a little too good to be true. Ryuuji felt himself glancing about, making hesitant advancements. "L-Luke? Are you here?" He whimpered for his friend. The hotel felt like a maze in the dark. Would his call grant him Luke...or another thirsty guest?
A familiar looking restaurant north of the lobby was disjointed and attached to the main building. The room was larger in some areas, and smaller in others. It felt as if the sizes melted together in a sort of surreal blend where proportions didn't make sense. The dark restaurant made it hard to see. Of course where there is a restaurant, there are chefs, and these ones travel in packs. They seem inhuman with how skilled they are and how infuriatingly difficult it is to fend them off. They're lurking here, somewhere, waiting for fresh meat to wander by.
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Then again, he saw no reason to grant them any mercy, or extra time to execute attacks. The sand that had fallen to the ground after shooting through the air, suddenly rose from the ground to surround the monsters, tightly encircling their limbs. There were times when the Suna ninja preferred to toy with his victims before killing them, but these creatures didn’t seem to have any sentient thoughts. It would be no different from killing mindless zombies that served no other purpose.
Without a hint of sympathy or remorse on his face, Gaara calmly closed his fists, muttering, “Sand Burial…”
Meanwhile, the protective dome maintained its sturdy shape, and would only dissipate if Gaara allowed it. The amount of chakra he needed to expend to maintain it, was minimal. Sand started to slide under Ryuuji’s feet, encasing him in a bubble that would lift into the air, and float back toward the red-haired ninja. Just in case the enemies thought to swarm the dome, it would be safer to keep Ryuuji close to his protector.