genessia | [Open Log | Duration of the Halloween even]

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[Open Log | Duration of the Halloween even]

Who: Scott Summers and YOU
Where: All across the cities
When: From the start of the Halloween Event to end (see starters)
What: Incubus Scott getting used to his new form as well and the Halloween madness going on
Warnings: Loose interpretation of what an incubus does or rather should be doing, in dreams because Scott's trying to use his powers for good and he fails at the whole Incubus thing.

Extra info 1: Write a starter for any day/night or, If you want, feel free to leave me a location and day/time and I’ll write it for our characters.
Extra info 2: Here's a visual of how Scott looks like.

[First Day - Morning - Nova City]

For his morning jog, Scott runs through a different city every week. It helps him exercise and memorize their layouts. As luck would have it, this week he had chosen Nova City but he doesn’t make it very far after crossing the archway. A tingling sensation hits him and then a wave of pain in his back and head makes Scott fall to his knees.

The world is out of focus for some long, agonizing seconds. When the burning sensation running over his body calms down, the always present pressure behind his eyes caused by his beams is gone. His t-shirt has been ripped at the back, Scott can see part of it on the ground, and when he glances over his shoulder he can see a pair of dark, leather wings and a tail he most definitely didn’t have before. ]

What the…? [He's trying really hard not to freak out, and failing spectacularly.]

[Rest of the Days –All times of the day and all cities]

[Scott’s got over the shock of having his body transformed but he’s still trying to find a way to get himself back to normal. He can be found in the Library looking for information, helping to keep at bay the monsters in Genessia even if he no longer has his powers, looking for potions or magic spells that could fix things in Everglade…Or just generally going about his day as well as he can.]

[All nights - People's dreams]

The first time it happens, it's completely by accident. Scott doesn't seem to be able to rest well at night, the wings make it impossible to lie on his back and he's tired from the hunger. Eating doesn't make him feel any better or sated since the transformation. He doesn't register that his mind started to drift until he finds himself in a field with his dog Horatio running around and birds and chasing rabbits. Eventually, it dawns on Scott that he’s not the one dreaming any of it, he's just in the dream and aware of it. Horatio comes running to him, tail wagging and jumping to lick his face, and it makes Scott laugh when the dog’s energy and enthusiasm somehow make the feeling of hunger go away.

Things get easier after that. Scott realizes that he's got some control of the dreams he visits. Not the people in them or their actions but rather the dreamscape. If he concentrates, he can change nightmares, chase dark shadows and fears away. He's not sure how, exactly, but figures that if an incubus needs positive feedback from others then it helps if they are comfortable rather than stressed by their own subconscious. It's a positive perk and he's going to try to make good use of it. Maybe some dream walking would distract him from the hunger again.

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There was nothing inherently unpleasant about the long stretch of desert in the moonlight. The white sands glittered beneath the pale evening light, cut through by a single ribbon of paved road. In the distance there were numerous silhouettes, of men and women, both young and mature, united in solidarity as they walked along heedless of the calls of Orihime.

She chased after them with growing desperation. But no matter how much she called out to them, warning them of the dangers that lay ahead, their slow plodding pace still greatly outdistanced hers, and their shapes grew smaller as they shrank into the distance.

No, they couldn't go! They couldn't leave her behind, she could fight with them. She could protect them!

And then Cassian loomed above her, forty feet high and folding his arms.

"NOPE!" he decreed, blocking her path.

"Please!" she begged, trying to find a way past him, but he moved his foot every time she tried.

"NOPE!" he decreed again, now wearing a green and white striped hat.

"Andor-san you have to let me go by!"

"NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE," Cassian echoed as he began to multiply in front of her, filling the road.

Orihime slumped to her knees, frustrated. "But I can...I can..."

[It has been a long time since Scott has seen a pale moon. Because of his powers, he was stuck wearing glasses with ruby tinted lenses if he didn't want to hurt people by accident and that caused the moon to always look red to him. But he had no time to enjoy the view, the constant yelling from all those multiplying Cassians and Orihime's distress wasn't something he enjoyed.]

Now, now...enough of that.

[Scott walked over them, extending his wings as he did so. The Guardians quickly morphed into human-sized sunflowers that, thankfully, did not talk at all. If Orihime looked up, she would find herself surrounded by the bright yellow flowers. Scott was floating in the air a few meters over her, waving a hand and changing the desert into a beach. He paused, fingers tapping on his chin for a few seconds before grinning and concentrating in the sky. He knows it doesn't fit the theme, aurora borealis rarely happen over beaches but this is a dream and it doesn't need to make sense.

There. Much better.

[The sound of a familiar voice pulls Orihime's eyes away from her open hands on her knees, and up, past the sunflowers, to where Scott seems to have mastered the art of flight. She blinks once, twice, then slowly picks herself up off of the ground. She can hear the crashing of waves, and the sight of all the flowers and the beautiful stretch of ocean to her left is effective at silencing her unease.]

[Once the dancing colors of the Northern Lights spread across the sky, her voice audibly catches in her throat. Never mind that it doesn't fit the theme, it's one of the prettiest things she's ever seen in her life.]

Wow...!

[It makes her recall where Scott grew up. Of course he would have seen Aurora Borealis in Alaska, but to a young Japanese girl, the sight is completely new to her wide eyes. She takes a step forward, leaving the road behind along with all of the sunflowers.]

You changed all of it. That's so cool...!

[Her voice is still hushed in awe, and she's already forgetting about the army of Cassians and her disappearing friends.]

[Metal is a creature who craves routine. Part of it is due to being a machine, but the other part of it is that he craves structure and meaning in his life.

Which is why he ends up going on a patrol in the area of Nova he's set up up residence in. Because it gives him that.

Of course, while patroling, he doesn't expect to end up literally changing, becoming a sort of robot with canine features, making him slightly taller, leaner, and giving him larger saw blades on top of his already-present armor. A were-robot, basically.

Once his body is done re-arranging himself, he catches himself before he can stumble to the ground, catching himself with one of his now longer arms. He growls, looking about frantically... and catches sight of Scott having experienced changes too.]

H-Hey... you over there... that's not what you're supposed to look like either, right?

[Scott may find that he's not the only one around in the dreams he visits. In fact, it may almost seem like he's being followed occasionally, even if that wasn't the subject of the dream to begin with. Eventually, his follower would reveal himself... by suddenly hanging upside-down from above and right up in Scott's face with a grin. He's not the only one in this dream with a set of horns and wings.

Pity the poor dreamers who have this guy hanging around.]

Well, look at you, bein' all heroic out here in someone's subconscious. Good on ya, givin' us a good reputation.

[ Do you ever have those dreams where you're just ... wandering around, completely lost, with some vague sense of anxiety?

Shinjiro's having one of those dreams.

Shinjiro's having one of those dreams in Tartarus, on top of that.

It started off fairly confused - he'd been shot, but he struggled against this being a nightmare, so now he was shot and not dead, despite the fatal wound. Part of him knew this was a dream. He'd tried to attack Takaya, but somehow his would-be-murderer faded away, and the alley in Port Island Station became Tartarus.

Now, he wandered around, looking for ... Ken, or Akihiko, or Mitsuru, or Minato. He wasn't quite sure. The sense of urgency was definitely there, however. The danger felt real. And, the problem was, he knew he was dreaming. That's why he could walk around, despite being shot. That's how he tried to attack Takaya.

But, despite knowing it was a dream - he couldn't seem to find the exit. This floor of Tartarus just went on and on, despite his careful efforts to map it. He knew it was a dream, and tried to play with the dream-logic, and it only sucked him in deeper.

He wanted to take control of the dream, give it a happy ending, but he only grew more and more lost, bleeding against his hand, knowing somehow - in the dream-logic - that he must be running out of time. ]

Can't I least imagine up a door, or somethin?

[Those are some of the hardest ones to deal with, Scott is familiar with them too. The sensation of dread is now new but the strange environment makes it all worse. The green lights are sickening and Shinjiro's uneasiness almost felt like his own, sinking into his chest, reaching his very core.

He spots the other boy, injured and in pain and it's not something Scott will allow to continue. He isn't sure if Shinjiro has noticed him yet. He's behind his friend, floating in mid-air and lowering himself to the ground without a sound or moving his wings. A square of floor lights up when Scott's bare feet touch the ground. The incubus sinks to one knee and touches the ground with the tip of his gloved fingers, wings extended towards the sky behind him.

And then things start to c h a n g e.

Scott wants it to happen quickly, Shinjiro's been suffering long enough, and he goes for efficiently rather than finesse. The ground under his fingers shatters like a broken mirror, the walls cracking in and spider web effect, and the world around them collapses. Instead of mirror fragments, things turn to ash, sweep away by the sudden wind until both teens are left in a different kind of green landscape. There are tall trees around them, endless mountains surrounding a valley and a clear sky. Scott sitting on a point, feet brushing the water.]

Hello, Shinjiro.

[Scott doesn't jump but he's visibly started by the other man addressing him out of the blue. He's not sure who's dream he is now, Scott's been busy changing the nightmares into something less upsetting when Gale sneaked up to him.

His wings twitch behind him and his long tail lowers and curls. It only takes him a second to notice that the man share those features too, only with bigger horns and wings.]

Us? You know what kind of demon we are then...?

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[ Hello incubus, have another incubus. ]

Hello Scott, I was a little too busy the other day to respond to your video message, but I couldn't help seeing... [ He flutters a wing. ]

How are you holding up?

[The view of all those sawblades is worrisome enough. The added canine features only makes the look more surprising. If it weren't because Scott is used to strange, he would have been more freaked out.

His mind is still trying to process what was happening and it took him a few seconds to answer the other man...robot?'s question.]

I...no, no. I don't understand what happened. I just walked into the city.

Captain Andor! You too...?[That was not something Scott was expecting to se. Hi there, incubus friend.]

I'm managing. [Do you know what was his visor really good for? To hide worried looks behind it. Not so easy to do when everyone want see your eyes now.] Still a little confused about how to deal with this new body.

Me too. [ He gives his wings a mournful look. ] Doorframes have become my new biggest enemies. Doorframes and low-hanging lamps.

[ His wings droop. ]

Your wings are so big...[And so are Cassian horns. Maybe Scott are so small because there's something wrong with him in this form too, like it happens with his powers.]

I can see the inconveniences. In my case, I need to be careful around Horatio, my dog has a thing for pouncing my tail. [He moves it behind him so Cassian can see it.] Do you feel always hungry too?

[ Ummmmmmm.

Regretting this conversation: ACTIVATE! ]

No, I'm not hungry. I feel well and healthy. [ He looks it, too, looks like he's eaten and slept better than he usually does when there's a crisis. ]

As for the wings, I would trade. Mine are very impractical.

[Scott floats down so they're at the same eye level, barefoot feet sinking in the soft sand. He's relieved that Orihime is not freaking out about him being in her dreams. Then again, people don't have the same kind of logical worries in places like this.]

They're pretty, aren't they? The second prettiest thing in this world right now.

[Scott's looking directly at her as he says that and smiles softly. A second later, his brain seem to catch up on what his lips just said and Scott clears his throat.] Ehm...maybe you would like to see the lights while we rest?

[He waves a hand towards the shore, immediately making a large, thick blanket appear along with cozy outdoor cushions to sit on.]

Well, the flowers are nice too, but the sky is very much my favorite.

[Orihime no. You're the worst at this.]

[Even so, she seems very much at peace, and happy to be with her friend. She watches his hand, then follows where he's gesturing to see him once more exercise his mastery over dream reality.]

Wow, everything is so luxurious. You're so good at this, Scott-san!

[Orihime circles the blanket, admiring his work, before choosing to settle herself down on the left side so he can have the right. Her shoulders wriggle back into the cushions as she sighs happily, very much comfortable and oddly accepting of everything. It's a dream, so of course things are going to change like this.]

Thank you so much!

[Help a fellow (unaware) Incubus out, Cassian!]

Please tell me we don't have to drink blood for that. [It's his biggest worry right now.] Or souls. Orihime suggested that too.

You can probably fly higher than I do and hit more strongly. I've been using mine to fight off the monsters in Genessia.

Well, I'm older. It could have something to do with age. You're a teenager. Some animals don't grow into their full horns or mane till they're mature, right?

[ He likes that explanation better than that his life just sucks. ]

But blood drinking won't help. Don't worry about it.

[Scott is no better, let's be honest. He's relieved that she's not scared anymore and all her positive energy is also having an effect on him. The lingering hunger is still there but it's less distressing.]

I'm not all sure how it works, I just seem to be able to do it now. In my world, a friend of mine named Magik could do similar things. She's the one in charge of Limbo, so perhaps it has to do with demon magic.

[He settles down carefully, leaving some space between them and yet sitting somewhat more close than he usually would. Scott leans on his side, mindful of his wings and spreading them out, and he looks at the girl rather than the lights.] You are welcome.

I suppose that makes sense. I really don't know a lot, or anything at all, about demon biology.

[Understandable, at that.]

Good. I don't really want to hurt anybody if things get out of hand.

I don't think that will happen. I mean, I hope that won't happen. But someone with more experience would have mentioned it if it could happen. Probably.

[ Aka he has no clue but he hopes for the best.

Kriff he hates resorting to optimism. ]

That makes sense!

[She doesn't seem to be joking or sarcastic about it. Warping reality as a demon power? Why not? She drops her gaze to meet his, smiles warmly, and looks heavenward once more.]

[For a long time, she doesn't say much of anything. She just folds her arms around a bent knee, leaning back as she watches the colors flare and roll across the dark sky in soft waves.]

Scott-san...if you were in trouble, would you want your friends to save you? Or would you tell them not to, because you're afraid they'd get hurt?

[Gale stared at him, almost baffled that he was actually asked that. After reminding himself that yes Gale, there are people who don't know what these creatures are, he flapped his wings to turn himself rightside up.]

Oh, I certainly do. I got this treatment last year too. [He waves a hand towards Scott.] You, my dear little dream hopping friend, are what we in the business call an incubus.

[He'll leave it at that for the moment to see if that name rings any bells in this guy. If not, well... poor Scott.]

[Scott loves to read and he knows a bit of mythology but there are certain fantastic creatures he's only heard about once or twice...or not at all. Such is the case with incubus. It should be obvious enough bt the look on his face, since he's staring at Gale in confusion.]

I see...thanks. And, do Incubus drink blood like vampires or something like that? Normal food doesn't seem to work for me anymore and I'm always tired. I really don't want to do that or hurt people.
[Hence why was the messing with bad dreams to make them better.]

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Nah, we don't need any special dietary needs as far as food's concerned. Except, y'know, siphoning stamina from people when we need to.

[He's just gonna casually say that like it's not a big deal.]

Sooo, you know the incubus is a demon that thrives on sex, right?

[Also casually said like it's not a big deal. Dammit Gale.]

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