Prosaic

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

Dream Boy has returned to the waking world and the Zookeeper is out like a light.

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

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LOCATION; DREAMSCAPE/UNREALITY - BATTLE LOCATION.
INTERACTIONS; N/A.

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"We're only human, y'know." he said conversationally to the man that was occupied beneath his swarm. "Me, you, we're both humans but while I can do all of this, you can't. What do you think causes it?"

Though Sleeper didn't expect an answer, the man was fairly busy at the moment. He was busy screaming and crying as a cockroach buried into his ear. He found that his nightmare victims were often far too busy to hold proper conversation with him, but he liked to try anyway. He didn't get much outside conversation, so even if the conversational partner was screaming and sobbing under six layers of hell, they were still a welcomed change.

This man didn't seem to have a high tolerance for pain and fear, he was cracking very easily. The only way that Sleeper was able to keep him in the dreamscape was by pinning him there forcefully. He just had to keep building on the dream. More insects, more torture, more of that terrible screaming.

He hated screaming but he was used to it. The flies came next, gathering in clusters on any of the small wounds that the man had gotten. They would be ticklish and uncomfortable, they would slowly start to get painful. The ticks followed the flies, burrowing into his flesh wherever they found the most warmth. The screaming was dying into a kind of stunned silence. He could only hear the gasping sobs now.

"You're not real-"

"Little did anyone know, that's the first step to fighting me."

"This is a dream!"

"Sleeper's the name, dreaming is the game." he confirmed, feeling just a bit bad and deciding to draw some of the more aggressive insects back with a flick of his wrist.

They disappeared, completely ceasing to exist in this dreamscape any longer. He had started to get tired of looking at the centipede maggots, it was good to see them gone. He let the smaller insects continue their burrowing but the man was sitting up and trying to knock them aside. He was practically flailing to get them off of his body. Spiders and cockroaches were scattering around him.

He was becoming too lucid for the Sleeper's taste, lucid dreaming could end in a full on dream fight.

That wouldn't do.
A frog materalized, leaping straight into his open mouth and pushing to get into his throat. The man began to panic and hack to try to free himself of the creature. When he did manage to hack it up, Silas changed it's form into a mass of dead insect carcasses. Their bodies were slimy and bloody, mashed together as if they had been chewed on and spat out.

The man retched at the sight and black slime began to drip from between his lips. His hands flew up to his mouth and he rubbed at the goop that was leaking down his chin. He spat and globs of black gelatinous material splattered all over the ground, insects quickly evacuating so that it didn't hit them. The man opened his mouth to wail, finding that the material had gotten thicker and stickier. It was steadily becoming a challenge for him to move his mouth.

It was sliding down his throat, the taste was tar and motor oil and he found that his teeth would part no longer. He tried to force his mouth open, clawing at his lips and pulling at his jaw. The black fluid was starting to leak out of his nose and bubble out the sides of his mouth through his saliva. He was gurgling and whimpering. Black began to dribble from his tear ducts, dripping into the ashen ground below.

His eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed. He wasn't dead by a long shot, just so scared that he fainted. The slime formed into one neat garden snake that exited through his nose, which probably would have scared him even more if he had been awake to witness it. The Sleeper kneeled close to the ground and held his hand out to the scaley creature, letting it inch closer before tapping it's nose with his fingertip. It disappeared, leaving behind a puddle of black ooze.

With the Zookeeper successfully wrangled, he allowed himself to pull back from the dreamscape. It was hard to pull back without being startled from it, he just had to slowly unthread the needle. When he finally pulled free, he opened his eyes to find that he hadn't been trampled yet and that the outside world was just as glaringly bright as he remembered.

Most of the metallic creatures had been beaten, except for the elephant. He tried to stand, the world tilted around him and he clutched his head. He stumbled a few steps until he was standing near the sleeping body of the Zookeeper, he crumpled back into a kneeling position beside him. His vision kept getting bleary, his back was stinging and his shirt was sticky with blood. His head was spinning and he was feeling pretty dazed, he tried to focus on watching his fellow heroes finish the battle though.

Breaking the Sun

Could I make a Paragon character?

@Elevation

You most certainly can! If you have any questions then feel free to ask me or @Denny. I look forward to seeing what you come up with. =)

Breaking the Sun

@Lemons I think she looks really good!

@Denny can look her over and give their opinion.

Breaking the Sun

I just realized that there was a second page, RIP.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

I just went ahead and posted my kids. Once again Martin has a lot more content to write about than poor Aliana, who looks like I just kind of jammed her into the post.
Sorry Aliana.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

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Grand Ridge Academy - Conference Room.

Interactions.

@Atrophy & @Surtr Inc

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Today was a bit more upbeat than the day prior, having made amends with Rita and unlocking the secrets of the universe, Martin Cromwell was feeling pretty good.

His headphones were full of the melodic sounds of yet another band that had lost their peak popularity in 2010. He'd amped it so loud that the tinny sound of bass could be heard if you stood close enough to him. He found that music made the morning go by faster, especially when he was practically dancing through his morning routine. His hair brushing had been turned into a minature concert that made him glad that his roommate had a habit of leaving earlier in the morning. He'd dressed himself with a kind of flair, choosing things that reflected his good mood. Though it was hard to style goth around happy, he managed it the best that he could.

He had chosen a much cheekier shirt than usual. It was all black (of course) with a white graphic plastered across the front. He opted not to wear his coat for once, pairing his graphic shirt off with black skinny jeans and a spiked bracelet. He didn't feel the need to try to conceal his marking, no one could see it except other people with markings. He was trying to appreciate it in all of it's glory now, he was really embracing it. If he got used to it enough then maybe he'd consider getting it actually tattooed in, that was sure to piss his mom off.

After he was dressed, he stood in front of his mirror for a good few minutes, ruffling his hair until it began to look effortlessly messy. He even took an extra moment to tweak one strand a bit, pushing it back a little but not too much. He had to look disheveled but not like he was putting effort into being disheveled or like he had just slept on his hair. There was an art to this. It was just as pretentious as it sounded.

He had been feeling so amiable that he had even dropped a text off to Hagan.

To: Hagan
Hey, there's some kind of support group for the camp massacre kiddos. I figure that you should come, it might help us get vital evidence on these marks.

He had messaged Hagan after his talk with Rita yesterday, he hadn't disclosed the nature of her powers but he had confirmed that she shared the marking. To be honest, texting Hagan kind of made him anxious. It wasn't that he was afraid of Hagan anymore, their chat had wiped that fear out, but Hagan was still a lot cooler than him. Heteronormative assholes were hard to get along with but that didn't stop him from trying.

He didn't know what had drawn him to the support club, just that he was mad with curiousity. If he, Hagan, and Rita had all developed their markings after the tragedy at Camp Terrible then that meant that the others that attended could have as well. He was going to keep an eye out for anything interesting and try not think too much about his actual trauma. The only thing that really mattered was the mystery of these markings.

He entered the conference room, pushing his headphones down so that they rested at his neck. He paused his music and raised his hand in awkward greeting to the other college students that sparsely filled the room. He realized a bit too late that it might have been a bad day to wear a shirt that said he wasn't dead yet. Great. Nice one, Martin.

He chose the seat next to Rita, feeling just a bit more awkward than he had a moment ago. Though, he was grateful that he and Rita had settled their issues. Their movie date had gone splendidly and he had even bought them dinner, he figured that she could use it especially if she was running as dry with money as she had stated. He also just liked to eat at restaurants, it was a win win.

"I'm glad you decided to show up to this fun fest too." he said, smiling at her.

Aliana hadn't shown up much later than Martin, though she was dressed a lot more considerate. There was destined to be a lot of kids here that were still coping with the things that had happened and decent human beings didn't wear whatever that was to a trauma meeting. Her mood wasn't half as jovial as his and she was exhausted. She'd spent most of last night worrying about the things that had happened during the day.

These powers weren't normal and-the goth kid had a marking, smack on the side of his neck. She had almost been hoping that she wouldn't see any more markings, that maybe it was just her, Lynette, Penny, and Nathan. Unfortunately that didn't make much sense and now there was glaring proof of it. She settled down beside Penny, just in time to hear her outburst at Britney.

She liked Britney, which was the one thing that Penny seemed to disagree with her on. Britney had been the first person to welcome her to Farmer Hill, she'd just been some bruised up kid from Key West then. She hadn't expected anyone to be kind to her, and Britney had. She definitely didn't want Penny to barate her throughout the entire talk time.

"Penny, try to let her talk."

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

should we have a list or something?

like if we can control literally every aspect of this, i mean, i dunno. that's kinda weird but ok. Everyone in the RP needs to be aware of who's doing what otherwise we'll be writing completely different things happening to the same robots or whatever.

Bird: eliminated

Snake: currently unchallenged

Rhino: slightly damaged, fighting Phoenix Dawn

Elephant: undamaged, fighting Phoenix Dawn

Lion: unchallenged

Omnicron could attack the Lion and the Snake while Epsilon takes down the Elephant and Rhino?

@Zoey White

I'd like to add to this list that Zookeeper is passed out right now because of Sleeper, so he's pretty much taken care of until you all whip the robots into shape.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

@Surtr Inc My next post is done but I'm going to wait until some other people post because I posted so recently.

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

@Shard Silas doesn't even realize the amount of power that he has at times, he could make a very formidable enemy if he wasn't so nice.

He sees Miles as being someone who's very efficient and effective, he admires that he faces things so readily. I think that's why it would be so flattering for him because he sees Miles as an actual hero. He kind of just views his position as a support man and he's fine with that but Miles is in on the action and he thinks that's awesome.