originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b]Dojoville
3:30 PM[/b]
[i]"...It always comes down to the Hunter's Helper to clean up, after these sorts of messes.....
Tonight, Gehrman joins the Hunt........"
In the eternal twilight, the man saw his former mentor rise from his wheelchair, and quickly ready his trick weapon with the grace of a dancer. The scythe's siderite blade gleamed in the white as it reflected the moon and the light of the petals as they danced throughout the air
He heard himself telling Gehrman it was for his own good......that he couldn't bear to leave knowing that he was leaving the old Hunter behind to suffer.....
But they clashed anyway, saw-blade against scythe-blade, Hunter against Hunter......
He remembered mourning over Gehrman as his dream-bound body collapsed to the ground, choking out its last few words...
"The night.....and the Dream....were long...."
And even as Gehrman died, he saw the Dream's creator and owner, the Moon Presence, coalesce in front of him, and embrace him[/i]
The man gasped as he sat up quickly, in the main square of Dojoville's burned out husk. A few battle-weary survivors looked over, but then resumed their activities, desensitized to the random events.
As the Hunter got up, and dusted himself off, he felt....warmth. Sunlight.
He looked up, and paled as he saw the afternoon sun burning down on him.
A quick check served to confirm this. Despite having everything, memories, armor, weapons, even a few blood vials, he had somehow left his Hunter's Dream. His knees went to jelly as he sat down on a nearby bench, trying to make sense of the senseless. Had the Great One decided the Dream need not continue? Or was he daydreaming within the dream?
After a few minutes, he stood up, and sighed. He needed to figure out what was going on
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"Really, eh?" He said, laughing
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She laughed alongside him. "Yeah, at least from what I've seen and heard anyway."
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"Well, don't wear it out now. I'm more or less the last one." He said with a shrug "Though, isn't everyone?"
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"I guess, in a way." She shrugged with a small grin. "Any other way I can help you?"
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"Nah, I think I got it.....I just need to find a few messengahs." He said, nodding to her
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"Messengahs? Okay,, not sure what that means, but good luck, sir!" She waved goodbye, expecting him to leave.
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He tilted his head "You've never hearda that?" In his thick accent, she realized he might've meant "messenger"
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"Oh! Messenger! Yeah, sorry. Your accent doesn't make it easy on me..." She nervously chuckled.
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"Hmph." He started walking "Bye."
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