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((Warnings: Violence against raptors. (Don't tell PETA!) and some language. But more seriously, nothing too bad in the dream itself.
Dream Effects: Fear, fear, hunger, more fear, and then finally the thrill of kicking the living crud out of something, and being hungry. And maybe embarrassment.
Note: Like with pretty much most every dream for Harley, it's through his eyes. Other SMT-series/Persona chars will probably recognize the fire as agi-based. (Firestorm = Maragi, far as I can tell, and "Skewer" = Agi + phys. attack...) And just to clarify a detail, for those that know him, I'm putting Harley at about 5'9"-5'10"ish. Not 8'+. Haha. That's part of the puzzle here.... and I'm not defining what kind of raptors, either. Who knows, who cares.
Reminder: Comm lines are open due to the event, so THREADJACKING ENCOURAGED!))


He swung the crossbow in his hands, trying to smash it against the head of one of the raptors that came too close--

oh god those teeth damn monster go away just leave me alone

--and missed. His fingers tightened around the trigger again in a futile effort to shoot it, but it stubbornly refused to let him press it in. It was jammed up, some bit of the mechanics stuck, at the worst possible time, when these things were after him, glaring at him. Something in the back of his mind insisted that they were as hungry as he was, as they sniffed, pressing closer, hissing and growling at and snapping--

those teeth, don't eat me, oh god those teeth, go away I don't want to get eaten again monster go away

--and stepping toward him. He swung the crossbow again, and missed again, as the raptor ducked its head down. He wasn't going to wait around to try it again. Harley turned, and tried to run, pushing through the thick foliage, only to feel one of them snap at the back of his shirt, catching the fabric and tugging it backwards.

They weren't just hunting him. They were toying with him!

He stumbled on a root, already thrown off balance by the raptor's antics, and barely caught himself with his hands, his crossbow falling aside, landing under some ferns.

The mark on the back of his left hand glowed, a bright, golden orange light which quickly crept across his hand and up his arm, in lines that branched as they grew, like a circuit board, over skin that was quickly darkening, graying into an ominous charcoal black... but he was already looking away from it, twisting to push himself back up, a cry rising in his throat. Frustration, desperation, anger--

can't let these monsters kill me go away go away go away


--and maybe it was just the rush from everything that was happening, but his perception wavered for a second. One moment, he was springing up toward the two raptors... and the next, the yell had twisted into a higher, louder sound, nearly like a horse's cry, and the view was full of fire, and there was a scream of pain as the raptor's shrill note joined his. He ripped his head back -- up -- as he butted the noisy creature forward, away from him. The other hurried to turn around in the narrow spaces between the nearby trees, while the first merely scrambled to try to get back up, its hide ripped and bleeding, blackened with soot and reddened from the intense heat. They weren't leaving fast enough, though.

leave me alone go away

He took a breath, pulling back his head, standing straighter, and apparently didn't notice that he was looking down at the raptors, because he didn't pause to contemplate the view from so much higher up than he probably should've been. He gave another odd cry, stepping after them again, arms lifted a bit, though somehow still out of his sight, and the jungle erupted, briefly, into flames all around the raptors, burning their hides, the ground, the leaves on every plant around them, sending them fleeing as quickly as they could, though they stumbled and squealed in pain.

A brief flash of a thought passed through his mind, something about cooking meat, the smell of blood and seared flesh heavy in the air, the heat and the meat oh god it was just like opening the oven while a roast was inside... and as his stomach tightened, suddenly he didn't want the raptors to run any more.

He started to give chase, taking another step after them -- and that tree root sticking up caught him, and sent him right back to the ground a second time, smacking his head hard into a low-hanging tree branch on his way down.


He groaned as he came to again, opening his eyes a moment after that, and pushed himself back up to sitting, slowly, carefully. His skin was back to its normal, peachy, somewhat pale hue, the black mark on the back of his hand dull and deceptively tattoo-like once more, with no trace of the orange, glowing lines anywhere. He put a hand up to his forehead to hold it a moment, and looked up at the branch that had smacked him. At a glance, it was quite likely six, maybe seven feet up off the ground.

He reached for the brown-glowing Dreamberry which had fallen out of his jeans' pocket, even as he looked around for his crossbow among the now-charred foliage.

"Oh, for crying out loud, where did that f--"

The connection was cut then, and with it, thanks to the event, the video feed.

Date: 2010-04-24 04:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
Harley? Harley!

Date: 2010-04-24 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
...yeah?

*some little sound as he moves to get up -- stupid foot hurts now.*

Date: 2010-04-24 04:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*pause*

....I'm looking for my crossbow. I dropped it somewh-- ow! Stupid--

I am getting really tired of all these stupid tree roots sticking up!

*....he doesn't realize yet that his misadventures there were just broadcast for everyone.*

Date: 2010-04-24 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
... I saw you fighting the raptors.

Date: 2010-04-24 04:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
So you saw where I--

....

Wait, what?

Date: 2010-04-24 05:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
I don't know. But the Dreamberry went to video mode...

Are you okay?

[He's not going to ask about if he transformed. Not yet.]

Date: 2010-04-24 05:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
I banged my foot, and my head... but I'll be okay. *his stomach makes a sound, and he sighs* ...Today just isn't my day.

Date: 2010-04-24 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
Do you need me to come find you?

Date: 2010-04-24 05:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Huh? I--

I'll be all right.

I just... can't find my crossbow. It's gotta be around here somewhere, but....

*some sounds of plants being rustled around -- he's searching for it*

What about you? How're you holding up?

Date: 2010-04-24 06:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
I'm doing okay.

[He chuckles.]

I was attacked by a dinosaur earlier, but I took care of it.

Date: 2010-04-24 06:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Yeah... I've been having enough problems with these ones lately... I'm glad I haven't run into any of the big ones like in that dream you had a while ago.

*...yet.*

Date: 2010-04-24 06:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
Just be careful if you do, okay?

Date: 2010-04-24 06:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
Yeah, I will. I-- *some other sound, and the Dreamberry hits the ground. Harley's heard not far away, muttering something to himself again as he picks it back up*

I swear, if I trip over another of these tree roots...!

*and some other plants-rustling sound as he picks himself back up*

...where the heck is it?

Date: 2010-04-24 06:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
... Are you sure you're okay?

Date: 2010-04-24 07:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*sighs*

....

*some sound as he sits back down*

....maybe I did hurt my foot more than I thought. Going to have to take it easy for a few.

Date: 2010-04-24 08:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
I'm....

....

*'scuse him while he tries to find a landmark. And fails.*

....

Um.

....

I think I'm lost.

I don't think those raptors are going to be coming back, though....

Date: 2010-04-24 08:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
... Okay. Can you... start a small fire or something, with what's around you, if it's safe? I could probably see the smoke, if you do.

Date: 2010-04-24 08:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
I um....

*a good longish pause while he debates that. He knows he doesn't have anything in his pockets to do the job....*

I might be able to.

*just a matter of convincing himself to change while he's calm. Well, this ought to be interesting....*

Date: 2010-04-24 08:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
Okay. Let me know when you have it set, so I can look.

Date: 2010-04-24 09:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
...I don't suppose you saw the smoke from earlier, did you....

*so reluctant. :| Have another plants-rustle as... presumably, he checks to see if the crossbow's near where he's sitting.*

Date: 2010-04-24 09:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*...if only he had a lighter.*

....

*deep breath... he can do this. He can brush off that creeping feeling of impending doom, and do this.*

I can't be that far from where I left Rise, at least. Maybe... a twenty minutes' walk?

*rustle rustle....*

....

Oh, there's my crossbow!

*for what good it'll do him, still jammed up and all.*

Date: 2010-04-24 09:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
... Good. SO you can fight things off now?

Date: 2010-04-24 09:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
....

*some other rustle, and the sound of him shifting how he's... kneeling, probably. Some small mechanical sound, and he makes a sound himself, from making some effort to work with the device...*

....

Date: 2010-04-24 09:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
....

*dammit, work for him!*

....

Date: 2010-04-24 09:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
....

*it doesn't want to un-jam any time soon. He'll drop it back onto his lap with an audible thud as one end of the bow hits the ground between his legs.*

....

Date: 2010-04-24 09:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
... Okay. Let me know if you need anything, all right?

Date: 2010-04-24 09:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
All right. And if you see a couple of burnt raptors limping around, you'll know why they--

*some twig snaps-- he pauses. What was that.*

....

Date: 2010-04-24 09:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
... Harley?

[That... doesn't sound good.]

Date: 2010-04-24 10:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
... That...

[He sighs. It's a gamble, but it's probably worth it right now.]

It's probably a dinosaur coming to find out what the smell is - which is, I'm guessing, the raptors you injured earlier. Get out of there or... transform. Because whatever's coming is likely bigger and stronger what you fought before.

Date: 2010-04-24 10:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
But I don't see any--

....

*quiet, listening*

....

Dinosaurs don't like fire, right? So why would another one come over this way if they could smell that stuff's been burnt around here?

*and as if in answer, his stomach growls again*

....

*quiet sigh. Stupid stomach. It has a point.*

Date: 2010-04-24 10:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
Depends on the dinosaur and if it's hungry enough, I guess.

... And if you transform, I might be able to sense the spike in power and find you.

lmfao those keywords.

Date: 2010-04-24 10:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
But--

But I--

....

*damned logic.*

....

*deep breath. Okay, fine. Going to put the crossbow strap back on it, and hang it over his shoulder.*

*there's another moment of quiet, and some lil leaf-sound as he moves around... or something does, any rate.*

...o-okay. Okay.

I can do this.

/uses this one just for no reason

Date: 2010-04-24 10:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
[He concentrates, ready to pick up on the spike.]

Yes. You can.

Date: 2010-04-24 10:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*....he's probably a fair ways away... but in accordance with the prophecy subtle sound over the comm to mark the timing, he may well pick up on it. ...or on the smoke soon enough coming up from that direction, at any rate.*

....

*well, Kiyoshi did say to start a fire. There'll be a clearing in the area for a couple hours, at least, methinks.*

Date: 2010-04-24 10:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
[Fortunately for Harley, Kiyoshi as pretty much maxed his agility, so it shouldn't take horribly long. Remember the leaping through the trees he did in his dream? About that speed, racing through the forest.]

On my way.

Date: 2010-04-24 10:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*there's no verbal reply back... not right away. Give him half a minute or so, and then there's that inhuman scream again like in the dreampost, and the sound of something else on the scene, though what it is, it's hard to tell. It all gets cut off, presumably as the Dreamberry gets dropped and stepped on, in the ensuing scuffle.*

Date: 2010-04-24 10:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
[Well, shit. He keeps moving, pushing himself to go faster. Hopefully he can get there in time...]

Date: 2010-04-24 10:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justwantsafety.livejournal.com
*mun's not going to try figuring out the little details of what happened.

So let's give Kiyoshi an agi-burnt little clearing, the stepped-on and busted-all-up Dreamberry all over the ground in it, a bunch of prints that spell out horse-type hoofs and large-enough-to-be-threats dino feet, a good couple long white hairs and some matching black ones scattered around, and some blood that can't be a normal human's, if Kiyoshi's sense of smell is good enough to tell him so.

And that tree root Harley'd tripped over is right there, too, so that branch right there? That one that actually is about 7' off the ground? That must be the one he hit his head on. But no pony in sight.*

Date: 2010-04-24 10:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] always-forgot.livejournal.com
Harley? Harley?!

[Dammit... he punches a tree. The tree groans in protest. Kiyoshi does not care. Kiyoshi then winces, doubles over, and turns into a Serval (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e8/Serval_portrait.jpg), which takes off at top speed through the underbrush.]
Edited Date: 2010-04-24 10:47 am (UTC)

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