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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/22/2017 10:56:30 PM
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"I've talked to a floating cube, I fully believe you."
[b]He slid his empty cup to the far side of the table.[/b]
"You know anything about dreams Smokey?"
[b]Dal thought the nickname was clever. [/b]
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"What kind of dreams? " (He didn't seem impressed)
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[b]Dal notes this guys not a joking type.[/b] "Well you see I've recently regained many of my memories from when I served the angels as a Deserted Valor (a magical warrior with the power of an angel without the restraints). It seems like all my memories are there but when I sleep, I see things that I don't remember doing, horrible things."
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"Were you ever in contact with a being of great psychic power at the time of its death?"
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Edited by Big Cash Moneys: 1/23/2017 6:26:04 AM"How do you know about… [i]it[/i]?" [b]He begins to get shifty and eyes the room.[/b]
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"I don't. But what I do know is that the death of a powerful psychic being can imprint some of that beings memories onto nearby beings."
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[b]Dal sighs and thinks of the times only a few years after entering the mortal world.[/b] "There was a seer who told me he could look into my past and tell me what I was. At the time I did not know the power of the divine protected my secrets. As he could not break the seal I cut him down, but that was fifteen years ago."
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"Unfortunately, the fact it was a seer widens the field. It may be anyone's past. Though I think we could pinpoint who. I'm going to have to ask you to have those dreams again."
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Edited by Big Cash Moneys: 1/23/2017 6:43:22 AM"Okay, what do I need to do just take a nap?" [b]The statement came out stupid but Dal was quite serious.[/b]
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"Pretty much. And put on this." (He opened up his hand, and in a cloud of he mist-like substance, a white fabric cap appeared, which he handed to him)
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[b]Dal removes his helmet and puts the white fabric on his head.[/b] "Okay, I'm ready."
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"Do you want a sedative?"
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"As long as I'm gonna wake up."
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(The figure nodded) "A perfectly reasonable demand, and one I would be completely willing to comply with." (You get the feeling that's the closest thing you're going to get to a joke from him. A small white pill appears in his hand, which he hands to you)
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[b]Dal appreciates the humor.[/b] "I normally don't mix pills and alcohol, but if I must…" [b]Dal downs the pill.[/b]
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(Almost instaniously, he falls into a deep sleep)
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[b]Dal knew not what he would see nor how it would change him.[/b]
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[spoiler]deep sleep is when dreaming happens[/spoiler]
