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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.
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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.
[Closed]
Oh thank the heavens! It was Luke! Upon seeing his friend, Ryuuji rushed to him. Had he felt more comfortable, Ryuuji would have just left it at that, but the truth was he was scared and shaken that he couldn't help but feel like it was going to be the end again. The dark haired male grasped onto Luke's shoulders, before resting his head on the nape of the redhead's neck. It was no secret that Ryuuji was shaking in his shoes. He wanted to be stronger, but he couldn't. He didn't know how.
"Y-you're okay. I'm...g-glad."
But would he stay okay. This was the very same place that claimed their lives before. The same room. Why couldn't he pull himself together? Ryuuji felt like he was falling apart beneath the pressure.
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The redhead was immediately slammed with a feeling of relief, upon seeing that familiar face. Luke couldn't contain the fact that he'd been incredibly worried. Nor could he contain the surprise that appeared when the darker-haired teen was suddenly clinging to him. Luke's eyes widened, but he was instantaneously giving a softened expression as he lifted a hand to Ryuuji's shoulder. The hand with the weapon of sorts rested against the other young man's arm.
"Yeah...I'm okay. It's okay. We'll be...fine. We just have to get out of here, right? Come on...let's hurry."
In spite of his voice being soft and comforting, he made it clear he didn't care to stick around. Of course, the faint shaking in his voice might have given away how serious he was, before the tone did. After all, who wanted to remain in the place they died in. Not just him, though. Takasu had died in there. That was the biggest thing that stuck out. The biggest reason Luke was...afraid to stay there.
Yeah...he was afraid. He couldn't even begin to bother with denying that fact. Even if that trembling in his hands went ignored, he wouldn't outright deny that was was terrified of what could happen to them. So, with a reassuring grip to Takasu's shoulder, he gave him a forced encouraging smile.
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"You're right. You're right." He had to keep reassuring himself. It took a moment before Ryuuji was able to peel himself away from the redhead. The door. They had to head for the door. The dark-haired teen still ached from the injuries he obtained earlier. He had done his best to ignore them up to this point, but they suddenly started to pain him.
Ryuuji grasped onto his own shirt, clenching it nervously as he jolted in the direction of the exit. Everything was good, and quiet so far. Nothing had come out to attack them. They were safe for the time being. Still, if one or other were paying attention hard enough, blood was still pulsing onto the ground from underneath.
FINALLY! The door. For some reason it felt miles further than it actually was. When Ryuuji went to open it, it was locked. What now?
Luke (a) / Ryuuji (a)
…This wasn’t an illusion.
He had fallen asleep, somehow. Which meant Shukaku must have free reign over his body, in the real world. The malicious demon would seek to destroy his closest bonds, cut the ties that he had formed, secure his abandonment once again, and-
Stop.
Gaara fought back against the sudden swell of panic trying to rise within him. He needed to remain calm and in control of the situation at hand. His back wasn’t affected by the usual weight of his gourd, but he didn’t need to be alarmed. Torrents of sand hovered behind him, swirling around in the air and awaiting his commands. Noises were coming from a certain direction, and he followed suit, all the while quickly scanning over his surroundings.
When he came across the sight of Luke caught in the middle of an attack, his response was immediate. Gaara halted to an abrupt stop and thrust one arm forward, sending his sand over to help the other redhead. The thick trail curled around Luke’s waist and lifted him high up into the air, out of harm’s way.
In the meantime, Gaara quickly formed the necessary hand signs, causing a large wave of sand to rise behind him. After calling out the name of his technique, countless grains flooded the room, washing over the monsters. Without giving them the chance to recover and rise, the Suna ninja fell to his knees and spread his hands across the vast plane of sand.
“Sand Burial!”
Heavy vibrations rippled through the entire field, attempting to crush each monster within its sunken trap.
[Ryuuji] (a)
By this point, Gaara had gotten over the shock of being asleep, and actually experiencing someone else’s dream. He still didn’t understand how it was possible, but so long as he remained asleep, he would need to make effective use of his abilities. Similar to the experiment back the facility, some people had nightmares, and waking them up was top priority.
The clawing and biting would stop abruptly, as a thick wall of sand erected from the ground, in-between Ryuuji and the monsters. Jaw set in a grim line, Gaara then commanded his sand to surround the helpless civilian within a small, protective dome. His chakra hardened the sand so that the monsters couldn’t penetrate his defenses without considerable effort.
It angered him, to see Ryuuji’s weakness being taken advantage of, so blatantly. Despite the fact that Gaara was a ninja, and it made perfectly logical sense to exploit and strike down opponents in whatever means necessary. He rarely allowed his emotions to affect his judgment, and in this very moment, he felt compelled to protect the other. Whether it was due to his ingrained duties, or another reason… he couldn’t make that determination right then.
Ryuuji, who clearly lacked the heart and drive to cause anyone else harm, even in self-defense. Ryuuji, who sent him boxed lunches on a daily basis, without asking for any compensation in return. Gaara didn’t know what to consider of their bond. By default, they were acquaintances, and yet… he wasn’t used to receiving acts of kindness, from strangers or otherwise.
Eyes narrowing with deadly intent, he lifted a hand at the monsters, and shot pellets of sand forth, intending to knock them down. He had no qualms with killing them. If Ryuuji didn’t want to witness the extent of his ruthless capabilities, then… he would remain safe and ignorant, hidden within that sand dome.
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After their daze, Gaara brought attention to himself by attacking them. With Ryuuji safely wrapped in the sand dome, he no longer existed to the housekeepers. Gaara on the other hand was another story. They thrashed about and shot at him. Flinging their bodies in such a erratic, inhuman motion. it was hard to believe these were once people.
Ryuuji on the other hand was caught off guard by having sand suddenly shield him from the onslaught of the people that attacked him. He opened his eyes to see what had happened, but found himself in darkness. If he had died, he wouldn't have been able to feel the pains of their attacks, right?
"What is this?" What indeed. The teen hesitantly reached out to touch what it was that encompassed him, only to find a hard surface. Had it not been hardened, he might have been able to identify it as sand, but it was also too dark to tell.
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Fortunately, Luke had been given an awakening to the fact that it was a dream. So, really, his fear all stemmed from him not...wanting to witness a repeat of that awful incident. He didn't want to see Takasu die, again. Pain was felt there, too. He'd learned that from the gash to both his arm and leg that had...fortunately stopped bleeding.
Speaking of injuries, Luke was giving the other teen a look-over. Damn it, he was hurt, too... The replica followed Takasu to the door, taking the time to watch the area behind them as the door was tried. He did everything possible to ignore the blood that was seeping from the floor. Once they made it over there, he continued to watch for anything appearing behind them. His brow then tensed at the sound of the door...attempting to be opened. No...
No. Immediately, his eyes snapped over to it. No way. It was a dream. A nightmare, to be technical, so...
Damn it. How was it possible for them to...be trapped like...
Luke made a strained expression, before he gently pushed past Takasu and gave his own attempt at opening the door. Yes, anything could happen in a dream, good or bad. But that didn't mean he couldn't attempt to will the door open, right? Maybe if he forced his focus onto the fact that everything happening wasn't real, he could get it open.
"Come on!" He yelled in a low, pleading voice as he gave it one firm tug.
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"Gaa...ra...?"
What was he doing there? Luke's brow tensed as he watched the swarm of creatures become buried. Relief washed over him, until- ...Even after that final attack, it seemed it wasn't enough. A handful of them had managed to survive. Five hands busted through the sand, before three heads lifted, the creatures' eyes all landing on the Kazekage. Luke's teeth clench and he's immediately attempting to free himself from the sand. He wasn't okay with being forced to idly remain on standby.
"I-...I'm okay, now, you can let me do-!"
In that moment, he'd glanced over at Gaara, to see a lone creature running at a remarkable speed towards Gaara, "Hey, Gaara, behind you!"
The other redhead would have a second to react, by the time Luke called out to him. He didn't know about Gaara's abilities, so of course he'd be worried. As the lone creature slashed out at Gaara upon getting just feet away, the two of the creatures from the stairs began running towards him. Their empty eyes were widened. One of the pair threw its pipe in a straight line at the sand-wielder, while the other of the pair simply dove towards him.
They were all moving at an incredibly fast pace, seemingly only driven by the instincts that drowned out all ounces of their lost humanity.
Now, as for that third?
It was going for Luke. As it leaped onto the rail of the stairs, it was attempting to dive up at the replica, pipe ready to pierce Luke's leg. Talk about some serious teamwork. Perhaps if Gaara weren't such an able fighter, those guys might have a chance at outright slaughtering the pair of redheads.
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"Luke!" He whispered, tense with fear. It was happening. The chefs were here!
Ryuuji wanted to be helpful, Luke shouldn't have to be burdened with protecting him. The teen didn't know how to handle the situation, and it was starting to escalate. Another scratch echoed from a different part of the restaurant to signal a second warning. Now there was more than one assailant. Unfortunately for Luke, not only did the room seem much darker, but it was also larger. Everything was spacious and disconnected, the room was clearly warped.
It was sudden, a chef appeared within their sight across the room, taunting them. He did nothing more than just stand there, with no face. His knife glinted, despite not having any light to cause that reaction, and the room grew darker. Unless Luke could pull the dream to his favor, Ryuuji's perception was taking control of the setting in his growing fear, and he didn't realize it.
The action was abrupt, Luke would find himself falling to the side. This was with reason, as it was because Ryuuji had shoved him out of the way of harm. Did he notice the chef that was suddenly next to him? Ryuuji had instinctively moved Luke without thought to help him dodge the stab, but for how long?
"I'm sorry!"
He probably made things worse, but he couldn't just watch his friend get stabbed to death again because he was weak. It wasn't fair, Luke didn't deserve to die because he was weak! Once again, Luke would be surprised when he found himself being clung to by Ryuuji. Ryuuji intended to use his body to shield Luke and protect him from the stabbings. His fingers tightened onto Luke's clothes as he held the redhead for dear life. He did his best to make sure nothing vital of Luke's was exposed for the monsters to attack.
Ryuuji (A)
"Thunderblade!" At the finish, as Jade's voice culminated into a shout, a great bolt of lighting struck down from the heavens, sizzling the creatures fighting to tear at Ryuuji, and leaving the boy otherwise completely unharmed. Jade however, was smattered and smeared with blood. Evidence of his fighting through these things to get here.
Luke (A)
"Luke! On your feet!" It was the bark of a colonel to a soldier. Demanding and uncompromising, but to Luke, perhaps reassuring in it's humanness.
Jade parried the blow before the creature had time to adjust itself to his appearance, and moved to strike, running the head of the spear across it's abdomen. If Luke didn't move quickly, their struggle would only draw more to them.
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Ryuuji found himself stunned at the sudden violent attack that didn't affect him. He pushed his upper body of the ground to see where the attack came from, and low and behold it was a certain acquaintance, Luke's friend. "J-Jade?" It was dark and hard to tell. The blood wasn't very noticeable at this distance.
It was quiet for now, but Jade's damage control has no doubt drawn attention to himself. They were coming.
The teen forced himself to his feet. Ryuuji still wasn't comfortable around Jade. He was a hard man to read and Ryuuji couldn't tell if he was serious or joking with almost everything he had to say. He was kind enough to get him out of a jam, and Ryuuji trusted him out of principle because Luke did.
To an extent."How'd you get here?" Oh no! Was that moaning in the background. It wasn't safe for very long, and clearly not the time to chat. His movement was frigid, but he some how made it to Jade's side. Down the hall, in the shadows, they were coming.
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The sound of metal on wood had his breath catching, and he could feel his entire body go rigid for just a moment. It was not just from one source, either. It was almost a form of echoing, amplifying the tension that hung over them like a thick fog. The redhead slowly turned, his breath going shaky, for just a moment. Until he reminded himself: No- it wasn't real. It was a dream. None of it was real.
When he spotted the faceless chef, the replica's expression hardened. No, he wasn't going to let Ryuuji die! Unfortunately, it seemed Ryuuji's perception was making it incredibly difficult to overthrow the dream. Green eyes squinted in an attempt to see everything clearly. Damn it, was Ryuuji's fear that overpowering? Luke needed to snap him ou-!
"G-?!" Luke landed with a sound of surprise and...w-wait...
Where...had that chef even come from?! Luke's breath caught as he absorbed everything that had just happened. Somehow, even knowing it was a dream wasn't enough to shake Luke's fears and worries. Even knowing he could grasp control over the situation, any moment, wasn't enough. His weapon had flown from his hand as Ryuuji knocked him aside.
Luke felt the darker-haired teen cling to him, and the clinging made it difficult to move. But, he could still see. And, what he saw? Resulted in a sick feeling making its way into his gut. The chefs were moving in, and the closest one was moving in for the kill. No--
No!
Luke moved instantaneously, an arm moving up to block the knife. Even if it was a dream. Even if there was a likely chance they'd live. Even if everything would be okay, when their eyes opened in the real world. Takasu was his friend. They could still feel pain, in spite of it being a dream. Maybe a part of Luke was scared, because they could feel pain. If they could feel pain, did that mean they could...die, in the real world, from dying there...? That thought occurred as the blade sunk into his forearm, Luke doing everything to push his arm forward- whatever it took to prevent the metal from sinking into Ryuuji's back.
The redhead's teeth clenched as the fingertips of his free hand dug into the other teen's back. In spite of his efforts, he couldn't prevent himself from crying out as the white, hot pain bit into him. Gritting his teeth, he made a pained sound as he let the blade slice through his arm. He honed in on the pain, allowing it to boost his adrenaline. With that, his grip on Ryuuji tightened and he rolling with him, forcing the darker-haired boy onto his back. It was just in time to have that chef swing that blade back down, driving it into Luke's shoulder.
Teeth pressed together, he forced his thoughts to it not being real- it's just a dream...just a dream...
"It's just a dream, damn it!!!" He barely even recognized his own voice- guess the fear (in spite of the knowledge of it not being real) and familiar pain of a knife stabbing into him was making him panic more than he realized...
The replica acted quickly (or as quickly as one could with a knife literally in his back), moving to drag Ryuuji to his feet. Gripping his friend's wrist with the hand of the uninjured arm, he was taking off running through the opening. He was doing everything he could to force Ryuuji in front of him. If he was tailing, any attacks would land on him, right? That was the panic-induced thought zooming through Luke's mind, anyway. The other chefs were moving quickly (even more quickly than they probably should have been), knives raised.
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The voice, however, was enough to snap him out of that nightmare-induced feeling of hopelessness. It had almost swallowed him up, but Luke didn't dwell on that fact. It was amazing--or...maybe not, to someone like Jade, who'd known him for quite a bit of time--how quickly Luke recovered. Teeth clenched, he jumped to his feet, his own weapon shooting forward to ram into the eye of the nearest creature.
There were a grand total of five of those creatures. Two with pipes, Two with wrenches, one with bare hands. One of the five was the one Jade was fighting, and one was moving in right behind that one. Three were making their way up the stairs at a strangely slow pace. It was as though they were watching, ...waiting. Luke's initial affect on the dream had them moving much faster than they did back at the hotel. Not only that, they'd been stronger (they'd likely wipe the floor with Largo in an arm-wrestling match). Having Jade there affected Luke's perception, however. It was enough to slow the creatures down to the speed they'd held back at the hotel. In all reality, it might have simply been the level of respect Luke held for his teammate.
On another fortunate note, their eyes were still just as vulnerable as most living creatures'. The pipe-wielder that had been stabbed through the eye cried out with immense disapproval at being half-blinded.
The three that had been running behind the two Jade and Luke were fighting? They were closing the space. Luke sent his weapon into the enemy's gut, shouting out "Sonic Thrust!"
As soon as his enemy stumbled back, Luke glanced briefly towards his friend. There was...no chance they'd be able to take them out. They needed to make a run for it. Sounding like the party leader he'd been not all that long ago (for him, anyway), he called out--
"We should get outta here!"
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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.
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“You’re defenseless, Luke,” he declared in a cool tone, “You will only be a hindrance to our efforts.” After a brief pause, he asked, “What are their weaknesses?”
He didn’t seem perturbed at all, by the prospect of being attacked from behind. As it turned out, there was no reason to be alarmed; his automatic defenses erected a shield, blocking the attacks from both directions. When the two other creatures dove at him, his body was crushed under the impact… only to crumble into sand. Which swiftly surrounded them, encircling their limbs before bending them in ways that would force brutal breakage.
A thin trail of sand slipped out from the bunch that was holding Luke up, and snatched a hold of the pipe. Reversing the path, it jammed one jagged end into the eye of the creature, then ripped upward, cracking its head in half.
Meanwhile, Gaara took his time in revealing his new position. He emerged at the top of the stairs, staring down at the carnage before his eyes, without a hint of true concern. In fact, there was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, from having an opportunity to fight again. In all honesty, Genessia was too peaceful of a setting for him. He enjoyed combat, and having to suppress his true nature… it only worked so long, until his frustrations boiled to the surface.
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"O melody beckoning towards the abyss-- ♪♫ Tue rei ze croa riou tue ze," one by the one the monsters toppled to the ground, and on each other. Their snarling sounds when they saw her were naught since she had cast the fonic arte, all of them would be put to sleep. At least enough sleep for her to get the person out. Once she was certain the last of them had lost consciousness she ran inside. This was a dream, and she knew it but it wasn't something she would just walk away from because it was a dream.
"Ryuuji."
She moved to get him.