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Tales From The Dreamscape (CLOSED)

>Update: Almost forgot to note this, but a partner for this in a 1x1 format has been found. As such this thread is closed.

Tales From the Dreamscape (Zyx & Neianna86)

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Maxwell stepped inside, flashing Adeira a friendly smile as he did so.

"Oh, about three after Wednesday," he said quietly.

'Twas one of the many little jokes he liked to make whenever she asked him that. In a way it was his manner of making light of the shitty situation they'd both ended up in. At the mention of the incident, however, he winced. It wasn't a pleasant memory to say the least, even if it was one link in the chain of events that had led to their eventual meeting. Then again they could have met just as easily at any time before this shitstorm kicked off, which would have saved them all the trouble and trauma...

Shaking his head, Maxwell turned his attention back to Adeira.

"Are you alright?" he asked with quiet concern. "Is it that memory again?"

Tales From the Dreamscape (Zyx & Neianna86)

The end of the world began not with a whimper, but a slow and insidious infection. One that saw the laws of ordered reality gradually breaking down in the face of overwhelming strangeness as the surreal and nonsensical realm of dreams slowly merged with the waking world, to say nothing of the modern world, the inhabitants of which were utterly helpless before the chaos that followed as nightmares sprung forth and entire cities churned. Still, an intrepid few--be it through pure luck, skill, or sheer power--managed to survive the opening hours of the apocalypse. It is one of these, a former software developer by the name of Maxwell Moore, that finds himself among these lucky few, at least for the time being anyway. But the world is a changing. And should he fail to change along with it, or fail to master the mysterious new control over the world around him he and a few others have been gifted, then he will die, swept away by tide like so many others before him...

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Sighing, Moore peeked out the window of the small shack he'd been given. It wasn't the best place in the camp, but it was warm and it was stable, the same of which could not be said for the world just beyond the commune's border. That churned and writhed, flashing iridescently in a way that reminded him of a rave, if it just so happened to be frequented by nightmarish creatures, nonsensical geometry, and people like him. Lucids they were called by some, on account of their control over the dreams that were steadily bleeding into reality, in a manner akin to lucid dreaming - hence the name. But unlike them, he had not yet gained such levels of refined control, nor the confidence and savagery required to wander headfirst into that raging maelstrom. And to tell the truth, a small part of him hoped he never did, just as it hoped the hell he and the rest of the human race had been forced to live in would come to a swift end. That way the world could go back to the way it used to be, even if such an outcome was completely unfeasible. No, their path was determined now. To destruction or, more likely, an even darker end. At least if reports from the wastes were anything to go by. Reports of Lucids staking their domains and warring against all who would dare challenge them, just like the warlords of old...

Turning away from the window, he rose from the cot upon which he'd been laying and made his way over to the door. Grabbing a coat he made his way outside, thankful that the seasons appeared to have remained unchanged in all this mess, not to mention grateful--for what was perhaps the first time in his life--that snow had decided to fall. The camp itself was a small and dingy place, like most these days, being brightened more by the unrelenting nature of its occupants than anything else. It was one of these occupants, a woman by the name of Adeira, that he had set out to find on this dreary day. The two of them had made each other's acquaintance on the road some time ago, if you could call something that felt like walking on taffy a road anyway, and after a few conversations had elected to travel together since they'd both been headed to the same destination. A few minutes of trekking later and he'd finally arrived at Adeira's place of residence. Adjusting his collar he rapped gently against the door and waited.

Myriad Reality

<Snipped quote by Zyx>

*follows your body language, meeting your feint with a sidestep, meeting your bladestrike with a lift and toss to the side, then flips around with a kick your jaw*

@souleaterfan320

*Leans back to avoid the kick before bringing my blade around to slash at your throat, my other hand following after in an attempt to sock you right in the gut*

Myriad Reality

<Snipped quote by Zyx>

Interesting. Either way... we shall see who remains after this fight. Engarde.

*takes a defensive stance*

@souleaterfan320

*Strides forward, throwing a feint towards your head with my off hand before striking at your torso with my blade*

Myriad Reality

<Snipped quote by Zyx>

.....I propose a counter offer. A duel to the death. One Holy weapon allowed. No abilities.

@souleaterfan320

Hmph. Upping the ante huh? Alright that's agreeable enough, although you do realize that I can't just turn off the enhanced nature my vessel has, right?

*Pauses*

Granted, I guess I never told you. Oh well... the more you know right?

Myriad Reality

<Snipped quote by Zyx>

Figured as such. I have a plan for that.

@souleaterfan320

>I look forward to seeing it in action.

Myriad Reality

<Snipped quote by Zyx>
*the fire continues to burn around us, as it lightly scorches my skin*

*a weapon summons in my hand, resonating with supernatural energy, it's very aura oppressive to you*

This weapon was the only thing that saved my existence from an infernal creature much like yourself. The Sancta Retributio.

@souleaterfan320

*Regards it with a slight tilt of my head*

Alright then, I have a proposition for you.

*I concentrate for a moment to dispel the flame before calling attention to the blade I wield with a shake of my hand*

A gentleman's duel. No powers beyond the basics, superhuman strength and the like, and whoever draws blood first wins while their opponent has to withdraw from the field. What do you say?

Myriad Reality

>Oh, I finally found the page on Invulnerability for supernatural entities, and it should hopefully give a good estimate on where Archangels like Lucifer stand in relation to other beings within the setting. This might help with scaling it to the rest of Existence possibly: supernatural.fandom.com/wiki/Invulner….

>Note, Lucifer no longer bears the Mark, so he falls within the advanced tier.

Myriad Reality

<Snipped quote by Zyx>

Births of universes? A day in my life.

*flits my hand in your direction, and a laceration of space seperates the dimensional plane, cutting through you in the same manner*

@souleaterfan320

*I smile, the gesture fractured across the seam, and snap my fingers. Space is mended as though it had never broken to begin with*

A day, a year, buddy it hardly matters. You can't kill me.

*Waves my hand, sending the remnants of the inferno hurtling towards you, the very earth beneath our feet melting from the heat*