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[attr="class","bisc"] In this realm of dream, Lydia was glad for her general lack of imagination. While unnerved by the swirling around her, she managed to remain mostly grounded. At her side, a Lucario and Lycanroc walked. Or, at least, they had.

As soon as they’d disappeared into the clouds, the trio had chosen to split up, in hopes of flanking their target. Who, judging by her black bubble, was currently visually impaired. A fact that made Lydia reluctant to attack her.

It felt underhanded. Something her patron deities would frown upon. Action not in line with Arceus’s wishes for the world. But that did not mean she would not do it if it became necessary. A moral quandary was no reason to allow millions to suffer at the hands of these terrorists.

The taunting from behind drew a frown. This was war, not a game of hide-and-seek. It also announced her presence to other combatants—generally ill-advised on the battlefield. Even as she continued forward, looking for an advantageous vantage point, the soldier found herself tracking the other woman’s voice. When a second set of taunts emerged, the veteran turned Being unnerved by sound tricks was beneath her. Her pride was insulted. She was not hiding.

And, as she learned a long-time ago, the best way to deal with monsters under your bed—or in a trippy realm of nightmares—was to face them directly. Allowing her boots to echo, Lydia turned back to face her opponent. “I do not want to hurt you.” A pause followed these words as a familiar blue eye caught hers in the swirling maelstrom. “But I will if you force my hand.” She tapped her fingers against her gun holster.

Lugia protects us. That simple prayer seemed to set the smoke behind her swirling. But the childhood encounter and the true creature were not one and the same.

In the distance, something elephantine trumpeted.

Notes

• +50 MP for thread start
• + 10 MP for post

ARIADNE MAUCH

☉

The air is dead. [break][break]

It's stagnant, and this emptiness is what saves her from the paranoia and disorientation of shifting colors. Though, if you look closely enough, the specks and shifting background makes the slightest buzzing noise as the white space gradually spreads, consuming the area around her as her senses expand, further, further. [break][break]

The clicking of a hand on metal, and the sound of footsteps in emptiness echo in her closed space - it creates ripples of grey from the source and, though she could never see it with her own eyes, the slight breeze that comes from its waves is enough. "Ah," she wears the smile, fingers tented together with the same, serene expression "There you are." [break][break]

"I'll never understand why you ran in here." her hands lower against her stomach, body weight shifted back in a casual manner, with little regard for the armed woman (she doesn't know she's armed, but she'd be a fool to assume that she isn't). "After all.." her head tilts, the same, calm smile to her lips and blindfold over her eyes "This place is more dangerous than I could ever be." [break][break]

The trumpet is blown, and another ripple dies out before it can hit her - maybe it's too distant, but she can hear it. [break][break]

The white and grey festering is starting to become clearer, and the white noise surrounds her, as the only static figure in the center. The ground begins to shift, uneven, from the everchanging dreamscape. when she reaches to her pokeball, there are sudden flashes - panoramas - of pokemon across the darkness that surrounds her, in a kaleidoscope until it pauses at blue and red by the time her fingers tap on the button. [break][break]

A porygon-z flashes out, the eccentric pokemon twitches, then glitches, then screams in screechy, illegible sound. [break][break]

As does the environment follows, screeching and screaming, with flashing lights of green, blue and red blare as a result of the pokemon's vague, chaotic imagination.

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MP TRACKER

80 MP

> Mission: Interdream (2/2)
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> Realm Mutations +10 MP
[break]> IC Post +20 MP

Lydia Magnusson

☉

She does love her dramatics, loves her laid back banter. [break][break]

But this woman doesn't share the same sentiment, and it's a shame. It's no matter when the Porygon-Z sets the space around them amok, overriding all sound with the irrational innerworkings of whatever virus-infected, glitchy mind it has. "You ran." the coy smile sticks to her lips, a honied tone dropping from her tongue. The Porygon-Z in the air is shot down with an ACCELROCK , however as it falls, flashes of red, blue and yellow glow of TRI-ATTACK are shot towards the canine pokemon. [break][break]

With the sound of music entering her ears, she scoffs, slightly. It's baffling to know that her pokemon's erratic thoughts could be shielded out, though, she imagines the sight isn't pleasant. "That's beautiful music, darling~" she means it, even if it's disgustingly soothing. Now, if she wanted to dig into memories, two could play that game. [break][break]

From Ariadne comes a goop of darkness, spreading from herself as pitch blackness overtakes her body in the process. Crude eye patterns slowly open, blinking, fixating their gaze on the woman with the white figure behind her. Combating the music, whispers permeate the zone, with the porygon-z's body turning into a similar, red and pink outline that glitches in and out of the darkness.[break][break]

The creeping feeling grows stronger, to her, but Ariadne has learned to live in the pitch night; and the goop expands, threatening to devour the full moon above.

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MP TRACKER

90 MP

> Mission: Interdream (2/2)
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> Realm Mutations +10 MP
[break]> IC Post +30 MP

Lydia Magnusson

☉