Harley, Leader of the Vanguards (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
justwantsafety) wrote2009-07-31 03:05 am
justwantsafety) wrote2009-07-31 03:05 am
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Harley -- Dream 05
((OOC: Seen pretty much through his eyes, and visible to all. The failpony STILL hasn't figured out filters. :|
City pass payment 2/2!))
The Dreamberry's screen jerked as it was moved, then showed, on its side at an angle, the morning sky with its colorful sunrise over a landscape of Espoir rooftops and streets. The sound that hadn't quite died out yet wasn't any human scream, though... more like a high-pitched squeal from an animal. More interestingly, the Dreamberry's view trembled with the sound of something heavy tumbling down the thatched roof it lay on, until it stopped with a thud on the soft grass-covered ground of the back yard, just below. The movements were too much for the device to manage to keep its odd perch for long, though, and it slides down after, the straw of the roof turning it around, and tilting the view back up, then sideways more, nearly upside down as it makes its way... probably enough to give anyone the impression of tumbling down themselves. There's a second or two in which it gives a very clear view, however, of where it's headed.
The thatched roof nearly extended down to the grass here, and a couple feet past it, was what surely took the spill, now lying there dazedly, very much not sleeping any longer, despite making no move to get back up yet. In the brief moment it's in view, it looks for all the world like a horse... an incredibly skinny one, white with black tigerstripes and wide yellow eyes, and no front legs to be seen.
And then the little device tips and flips again, skittering backwards and upside down, tumbling over itself as it bounces off the bottom of the thatching... and then bounces off the creature's stomach, earning a startled little sound. It closes when it lands in the grass, and cuts off there.
City pass payment 2/2!))
It was another gorgeous, sunny day outside in Somarium, in a quiet little spot, a small field of thick, slightly overgrown grass, surrounded by trees and a little stream. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and everything seemed perfectly idyllic.
Harley glanced over the thick cloth sheet that he and Abel sat on. The evidence of their lunch was put away in the basket again, and Abel was picking over Noireau's leash, untangling it from the knot it had somehow ended up in. As for Noireau herself, the fuzzy puppy was happily playing in the grass a couple of feet away, chasing after a grasshopper.
"How in the world did she manage this?" Abel wondered aloud, frowning at the leash.
Harley leaned over to see it better -- it was well and truly tangled, although she hadn't been given a whole lot of leash to run around on, on their way to the spot.
"She's really talented?"
Abel peeked up at him, raising an eyebrow. He didn't say anything, just eyed Harley for a brief moment, amused, before returning to work on the knot, sighing.
Noireau continued to chase after the insect, and when Harley looked back over to where she'd been, expecting to find her still there, he found her a good distance away, instead. Before Abel could even notice to comment, Harley was getting up to follow her.
"Hey, Noireau! Come back here!"
The puppy ignored him. She hurried away faster, even, attention caught now by something in the trees. A dark shape of some kind, perhaps a human, was lurking in the shadows. What it was, he couldn't make out, despite the bright daylight.... until Noireau was nearly across the little field.
An ominous, deep red glow was beginning to spread across the side of the figure, in almost spiderwebby lines.
"Noireau! No!" He saw her closing in on the other, and redoubled his efforts to reach her before she reached them. It seemed that everything was obscured for a moment by a white glow -- and to most viewers, it would seem that either the Dreamberry was malfunctioning, or Harley's perception of everything was simply unsteady, as alarmed as he was, and it was a dream, anyway -- but as it disappeared to show the trees again, a similar glow was fading from the other figure, which had grown in size. The dark shape raised an arm, and what must have been a giant, clawed hand, ready to strike at the puppy as she neared, oblivious.
For all of maybe half a second more, grass flew by at speeds nearly completely unattainable by human effort, and he leaned forward, ready to tackle the intruder, to keep it away from her.
A quick motion as he reached the shape, and in a blink, he found himself flipped, suddenly on his back with the trees and clouds above, and a huge, round red shape looming him, its giant, sharp teeth -- oh god those teeth! -- descending swiftly.
He screamed.
The Dreamberry's screen jerked as it was moved, then showed, on its side at an angle, the morning sky with its colorful sunrise over a landscape of Espoir rooftops and streets. The sound that hadn't quite died out yet wasn't any human scream, though... more like a high-pitched squeal from an animal. More interestingly, the Dreamberry's view trembled with the sound of something heavy tumbling down the thatched roof it lay on, until it stopped with a thud on the soft grass-covered ground of the back yard, just below. The movements were too much for the device to manage to keep its odd perch for long, though, and it slides down after, the straw of the roof turning it around, and tilting the view back up, then sideways more, nearly upside down as it makes its way... probably enough to give anyone the impression of tumbling down themselves. There's a second or two in which it gives a very clear view, however, of where it's headed.
The thatched roof nearly extended down to the grass here, and a couple feet past it, was what surely took the spill, now lying there dazedly, very much not sleeping any longer, despite making no move to get back up yet. In the brief moment it's in view, it looks for all the world like a horse... an incredibly skinny one, white with black tigerstripes and wide yellow eyes, and no front legs to be seen.
And then the little device tips and flips again, skittering backwards and upside down, tumbling over itself as it bounces off the bottom of the thatching... and then bounces off the creature's stomach, earning a startled little sound. It closes when it lands in the grass, and cuts off there.
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*have a little whimper instead of a proper reply.*
Yeah, I needa make more icons for this. >_>
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...
*now if only he could get that last image out of his head. :S*
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*...nope, he spotted the white and black-striped hide. Gonna stay still now, eyes tightly closed again, and try to convince himself that he didn't just see that.*
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*eartwitch at getting nipped at -- but he's not going to complain about the puppy. She's too cute. ♥*
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*So, inexperienced failpony is very inexperienced still... and trying to remember how to change back. Maybe that'll be easier once he calms down.*
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*...and when it fades again, he's human once more, orange glowing lines retreating into the mark on the back of his hand.*
*He doesn't sit up just yet. He's going to untuck one arm from where he's holding them up against his chest, and hug more onto Abel instead.*
*totally shaken still, quiet* ....'s it over?
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*feeling the gray Junkyard uniform he's still got on from when he went to sleep up on the roof.... and then finally daring to open his eyes and peek down at where the puppy is, he pulls his feet up more to him, and reaches down to pull her up for a hug right after. After the nightmare ending to that dream, he's really glad to find her alive and well after all.*
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I don't know. I just....
I don't want that to happen again.
*love on the puppy. Love on her!*
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*tries to sit up just a little, to hold the puppy better*
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M-maybe I can try asking Washu....
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But I don't want to have anything to do with-- with--
*monsters and those teeth and things ripping each other apart and devouring--*
*....oh god, why was it that something he was trying so hard to put out of mind insisted that it was somehow a good idea?*
*swallows, hugging Noireau tighter* ....with monsters. I don't want to be like them.... 'M not a monster....
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...still don't want this....
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....
*wait, wasn't he supposed to get a card or something?*
*looks back up at the roof, wondering if it was up there too. Yeah, he's totally thinking straight right now.*
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....we can do some scouting....
*looking back up at the roof again.... still doesn't see any card or anything. :|*
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*clueless, and totally distracted with cute puppiness too now*
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....in the phone?
*the comm. Yeah, he could get that. It's called a phone, right. But...*
So it doesn't get lost, I'm guessing?
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...Huh.
I guess.... *what was it the ghost had said, again?* ....I guess this one and the other were... interesting enough for the Vendor here? *he's not sure if this last one being interesting enough is a good thing, in this case.*
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When do you want to go?
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*tugtug-- she's shaking the end of that fabric around like she intends to kill it. Haha. Silly puppy.*
So we should bring our weapons, and medical supplies just in case we need them... and pack whatever it is we're going to eat, too? *planning a scouting mission he can do. He's used to that from the Junkyard, and familiarity's a comfort right now.*
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Invincible or no Invincible, this creature seems to have hurt itself. He's seen weirder things here...maybe it can talk. Or understand him, at least.]
Hey.
*needs to make more icons for the failpony-form. :| and Pime Taradoxes FTW?*
*He's still kinda dazed from having only just been asleep and then rolling down to the ground. Have a confused whimper as he tries to focus again.*
Pime Taradoxes are good especially when I FAIL AT PROJECTING MY AVAILABILITY orz
Easy...I'm not going to hurt you.
[Man this is awkward]
IT HAPPENS. ♥
*another lil whineish sound, moving a little bit, trying to breathe properly after somewhat getting the breath knocked out of him when he landed funny in the yard*