justwantsafety: (Default)
((Warnings: Near-cannibalism.
Optional effects for this non-interactive take on it: Unthinking, ravenous HUNGER, and then quickly building fear and squickedness.
Notes: Interactive version of it is here. Also, he's in a chef costume thanks to the event.))



All they were was MEAT, in its eyes.... )
justwantsafety: (ATMA!)
((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!))

Even the skittish can be fierce when their back is to the wall.... )

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.
justwantsafety: (._.)
((Backdated a day or two, I guess? This is repeated all throughout the event; it's what isn't letting him get a good night's rest. Dream effects would include complete and utter mortal terror, and pain, to whatever degree it is your char's getting the dream effects.

After-dream responses: Harley only knows English. And a handful of very, very fail fail!French words. So pretty much, just English. :| ))


Cut for DEMONS KILLING AND EATING HIM. ...not kidding. )

Harley woke with a quiet gasp, fists clutching the bedding as though his life depended on it, knuckles white and Atma mark on the back of his left hand acting up faintly, a soft orange light glowing around the black shape. He was fully under his blankets with the dreamberry, pillow tucked down under the blankets as well, with the dog, Noireau, sleeping fitfully right beside him, and Rise's distinct red hair lying over Noireau's white and black fur, on the other side.

He took a shaky breath, and let go of the sheets with one hand enough to wipe his eyes, not yet noticing that the dim light was coming from the device which had turned on, by the pillows.
justwantsafety: (ATMA!)
Gray. It was gray before him, to the sides, everywhere was nothing but gray. And green showed down from above, catching on the gray walls and sticking there, cool and blinding.

And then there was red, flung through the air, and red roaring through enormous white teeth, ripping something (someone) gray apart, spilling more red, and yellow behind it, and white, all of them grabbing the other gray ones, the smaller ones, the human shapes which were darkening as glowing purple lines crawled across them, and spilling more red, making it all disappear.

He nearly stumbled (Had he been running? Yes, yes he had-- He had to have been running--) but caught himself on the wall before he fell, and kept going through the gray halls, turning a corner and landing hard against another gray thing, a recessed section, a door that

have to get away from them, oh dear god don't let them catch me please don't let them eat me too

didn't want to open right away. He tried prying it open, only for his hand to catch on a device of some sort, something hard and smooth, a panel with a thin hole (slot) in it. And it seemed something was in his other hand, his left hand (the hand that was now covered in golden, glowing lines) a hard and smooth and small and flat thing which was supposed to go into the panel. He risked a glance behind him, the red splattering down the hall, the tangle of colors as they drew ever so swiftly nearer, casting dark shadows through the hall, blocking the green lighting above, concealing what they were doing with those they grabbed, now charcoal with glowing lines of different colors, making them disappear into their massive mouths, human screams mingling with bloodthirsty, inhuman sounds that made his blood run cold. Sharp white teeth were one of the few details to be seen among the carnage behind him, and he turned back to the panel just as he somehow managed to fit the card inside, quickly prying the door open, that it might let him in sooner than it would on its own, and as he tried to shove through the widening passageway, he risked another glance behind him.

They were already upon him, and black obscured his view (there was a black one, wasn't there? there had to be) its gaping maw filled with a starburst of white, rows of gleaming teeth filling his vision as it crashed against him, knocking him backwards into the room, and as he drew a breath to scream, he fell--


The Dreamberry hit against the side of the nightstand and clattered to the floor, resting just before a lump in a pile of green blankets did likewise. It was quickly followed by Noireau, the growing-ever-bigger malamute puppy, who apparently just could not wait to play with Harley that morning, and had shoved him out of bed in her efforts to wake him up. Never mind that the lump in the blankets which was, presumably, the Vanguards leader, seemed to be fairly hopelessly tangled now while she stepped on him and nudged at him, and he made muffled sounds of protest back. She was going to play, and that was that.

And then she stepped on the Dreamberry, cutting the feed.

((let's just presume that when the calls happen, it'll be a while later, when the dog's not trying to wrestle with him from outside the blanket, and stepping on his Dreamberry.

Also, he is an itty lil shetland pony now. Because that door lock he dreamed he put a keycard into? That was actually his Dreamberry and the "turn into an animal" card. XD))
justwantsafety: (._.)
((ooc: through his eyes as usual. Because. And totally unfiltered as always~ ♥ ))

Cut for no better reason than because I can! )
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