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[Hwyn]

fall 516 Av 30th

There is something to be said for the concepts of good and evil, good can be done for evil reasons and on occasion the opposite without any moral basis for one's' actions anything can be justified given a lack of some higher reasoning. At least that seems to be what some people like to think. If Hwyn was anything to go by, it was decided that He was certainly not the goodest, but he didn't like to think he was bad either.


Deep within the heaven of his own mind Hwyn dreamt of an ideal place where he could rest his soul while his body slept, ever the restless mind Hwyn could never quite settle for a boring moment always action always something creative, for lack of the ability to control his dreams he simply tried to collect any stray thoughts and objects he could to create a maelstrom of joyfu thought and creation, tonight as he plunged deep into his own mind he found bubbles.

While his body slept aboard a rocking ship thoughts of water were never far away, Thusly the darkness became populated by bubbles of all shapes and forms creating soft light all around Him. Hwyn smiled he liked the warm color and light he had found and decided he would have to keep them around.

But what else did the now lit landscape need? It needed a garden and places to sit, but he needed to find them, searching his mind for anything he could remember he found a cafe he remembered from syliras, with wrought Iron furniture, an intricate table made from metal surrounded by beautiful springy chairs that rocked when you leaned back in them

Now... now he wasn't sure. bubbles grass tables all sorts of things that he was happy with but the world itself was quite lonely. Standing upon the table Hwyn peered into the dark distance and frowned. he was quite.... alone. Looking at himself in his reflection in a pink hued bubble Hwyn Grinned he was again wearing the dress he had found in his Alvadan dreams, a pink silken slip complemented by lacy undergarments More fit for sleeping than having company but then again he didn't mind. but it was a shame that he had created this place and yet had none to share it with, he'd have to find a way.

Peering into the bubbles that floated around Hwyn was convinced that their were other faces and souls in some of the other bubbles if only their was a way to pull people out of their bubbles and into his own world. That would be fun, a cure for his loneliness while he slept, but even if he found company he had nothing for them he'd need to fix that too.

Pouting Hwyn populated his table with the foods he decided were certainly Alvadan, red cake blue cake one cake and two cakes, some were green some were yellow but all of them hued uniquely. Yep he needed someone to share them with. But how did he find that someone?

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Credit to Shimoje, the bestest buddy

[Lo'campo]

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It was when he fell asleep where he was most vulnerable. Where they could get him with or without a fight. Either way it was inevitable, they were always lurking, stalking, watching his every move, his every thought. Waiting for their chance to strike. Most times they would fail, other times they would cause him to wake up in cold sweats clutching his lakan ready to slice the things that were not there. It wasn't as if he couldn't sleep, he'd tried that but it only ended with the same results, so now he just closed his eyes and wished for the best.

He walked the streets of a city combined of both Riverfall and Sunberth, a place all to familiar to the blue giant. Kicking a severed limb out of the way, he continued forward, walking where ever his feet took him in the city that he now named the "Dead world" The dead world as a combination of peaceful and gloomy. Peaceful because it was a quiet place where nothing bad ever happened, a place where one would dream to travel to live a peaceful life. On the contrary, this place got it's name for a reason, and that was due to the fact that every person that had lost their lives to the blue giant resided in the city.

Many people walked up and down the streets, broken fragments of their former selves. Men, women, children, even animals stumbled and dragged parts of themselves around. One woman stopped in front Lo'campo, carrying a bloodied pillow case in her arms like a babe whilst shopping for what he suspected for groceries. That was the thing about the Dead World. No one seemed to know who he was.To most he was just another one of them, others couldn't even see him as if he were a ghost, they'd just walk through him.

It was actually a nice place if one could stand the sight of dead people, it just bored him to see the same things over again. It only reminded him of the terrible job he was doing at curing his sickness. Taking a seat upon a cracked bench made of stone, he wallowed. Watching as many disfigured and broken people passed him by. One child who looked as if she'd been brutally beaten to death running up and giving a friendly smile before pointing up to the sunset that never seemed to actually set.

"Yea, that's the sun." he spoke to the child who pointing in the direction once again.

"It's a big light in the sky that helps us see." He answered as she continued with the gesture. The child began to worry him. He'd been in the place many times before and nothing like this ever happened. The child was a little girl, short black hair and big green eyes that were the color of emerald. Her bruises told him that she'd been badly beaten, probably to death. A part of him wanted to apologize to the child for her being in this world, but another part wouldn't let him. Told him that she deserved it for having such weak parents. He reached out with his hand to stroke her cheek as his finger fell upon her silk night gown. It was then that he noticed.

"Oh, you must have died during the night. You probably don't remember what the sun looks like. He spoke in a tone that saddened even more as he spoke. Once more the child pointed at the sun as if he were the one that didn't know what it was. Turning his head and standing, he looked out to the bright horizon to which the girl ran away to wherever she would go, leaving the Akalak standing alone. At first he didn't understand as he stood in the flooding lights of the sun. What was she pointing at? He wondered as he stood watching, waiting.

It was a faint dot at first, then it turned into a small discolored circle before he could make out what it was completely. It was a bubble. A small pink one, floating in air only an arms reach away. It was a strange thing really. Where did it come from? What was it's purpose? Extending his arm, he touched the sphere causing it to pop followed by a child's laughter. The startled Akalak turned his head from side to side, searching for the origin of the sound. A shadow moved down an alley out just out of the corner of his eye.

Turning in the direction, he gave chase. Running after the sound, popping more and more pink bubbles as he tried closing the gap between him and what ever he was chasing. "Lo'campo! Where are you going?" The dead began to call his name. How did they know who he was? How could they see him? A man with his head split in two reached out barely grabbing the now shrinking Akalak. What was this? What was going on? "Don't leave us Lo'campo. Why won't you stay with us." they continued to call, their voices drowning out as he now ran out of fear instead of curiosity.

The laughter grew louder with each bubble popped, and with each laughter he could feel himself changing, his body grew smaller, his muscles began to shrink, he could not only feel his body, but his mind change as well as things started to become vague to the young Akalak. Turning a corner he stopped. There was a woman standing at the end of the alley, next to the last pink bubble, a large bubble. She wasn't like the others, she actually smiled at him. Her presence made him feel warm, wanted. "Minerva, don't be rude why don't you say hi" She spoke as an older looking girl peaked out from behind her mother, giving a shy wave. He didn't know why he felt the way he did about her, but out of instinct he ran to the woman open arms before wrapping his arms around her waist. Her embrace felt as if nothing could touch him, as if all his troubles were fading away.

There was a light drip upon his forehead that was followed by another that actually caught his attention. Opening his eyes, he quickly broke away from what was the sweet woman and her daughter and now two heavily bleeding women. "Why Lo'campo" they hissed as they reached out for him. He was backed into the wall as blood began to run from his fingernail completely covering his hands, arms and neck. He was in a panic, there was the last bubble. Taking a breath he leaped into it, letting it take him where ever it lead. Looking back, he watched as the world behind him began to fade away.

Before he knew it, he was in a new place, a place that he'd never seen before. It seemed magical in a way. The young Lo'campo walked a bit before he noticed another person standing. Where they nice? Would they play with him? He hoped that they weren't like all the other people. He hesitated before calling out to the blonde haired girl. She stood alone in a pink gown. Her hair fell down over her face so he could really tell who she was. He only hoped that she wasn't like the people that he'd just left. " H- Hey! Over here! He called out before running over to the girl, his shortened legs moving at a slow pace.

Lo'campoAt this point, Lo'campo is 11 years old. He has medium sliver hair that falls over his shoulders, and a large scar running diagonal across his face. He stands at an even 4ft tall.

[Hwyn]

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Standing on the precipice of the table surrounded by all manner of decadent desserts Hwyn pondered the quiet realm. Was this a place that he could be happy with, it felt empty without a population, and too quiet, Hwyn felt a pang of regret over the fact that he hadn't given any time to his music in quite a while. He'd have to change that and start playing the fiddle again, bring more sound into the world, and learn to cook too, he envied the amazing chef's that lived within Alvadas.

However as Hwyn was pondering how he could better fill this still barren feeling world a sound like a ringing bell chimed as a bubble popped. What came out of it was something Hwyn was fairly certain he hadn't conjured up. A boy with silver hair and skin as blue as the ocean came running out of it. Hopping down from the table Hwyn decided that wherever they had come from they were at the very least a guest, not wanting to be remiss Hwyn walked to intercept the running boy. Waving at him and smiling Hwyn would wait until he came to bear before him before speaking.

"Hi, hello, salutations and greetings. Oh! And nice to meet you to, I'd welcome you to this place, but I'm not sure what to call it. But ... We do have cake! So if you'd like come join me at the table and if we are lucky more guests will arrive!"

Trying to put enthusiasm into his motions and words Hwyn greeted his guest happily before taking both of his hands in his and pulling him to the table before showing him to a chair.

"It's nice to meet you, I was worried that this place was gonna stay lonely, but now I've got my first guest. Oh! I'm Hwyn by the way, so who are you?"

Hwyn smiled in spite of himself, he wasn't stuttering, his mouth didn't seem to lose track of itself like it usually did, something that Hwyn had been having terrible trouble with.

"So can I ask you another question too? I feel like this place is missing things, but I just can't place what they are, you have any ideas?"

Idly poking a small bubble that floated by Hwyn poked a fork into a bright pink slice of cake before nibbling on it, the flavor was decidedly like that of strawberries, as if the fruit itself had been molded into the cake he was chewing on. Yup the food was not the problem Hwyn decided. Maybe the issue really was that he was simply trying to think too hard maybe he should just let the world do what it wanted, trying to pull things out of the air made his head hurt anyway. With that in mind maybe he could get the blue boy to help him make this place even better. As Hwyn thought bubbles of all sizes floated about though none but the smallest ever came too close to the table which at least kept the area fairly nice and unobstructed. looking about Hwyn puffed out his cheeks as he pondered what to do next, cake and tea was fine and dandy but there must be more to a world like this. For now he was simply going to have to wait and see and learn he was eager to hear what the blue boy had to say.

Credit to Shimoje, the bestest buddy

[Garland]

Garland was in some bubble. He had no idea how he got here, all he remembers is falling asleep in his bunk.

Now he's stuck in a bubble in some strange land. "Where the heck am I?" Garland crawled around the bubble, watching as the scenery changed around him. From the top of Syliras, the bubble zoomed down to the ground.

The streets were dark and cold, and as the bubble popped, wind rushed passed Garland's ears, like a storm brewing. He walked through the dark streets passing buildings that felt familiar but out of place.

Suddenly lights began to flicker on, the lampposts that littered the city of Syliras, all of them were leading him to a place he knew far too well.

The Orphanage. As he walked through the courtyard, he happened to hear grunts and the sound of fighting and pain from a nearby alleyway. Light shone down towards the alley, and then another light shone down on the courtyard.

A stone bench right at the corner, a place he had spent most of his childhood near. Garland looked at the lights and started walking to both of the lights.

Garland had split in two, one heading to the stone bench, the other running off to the alley, as the two Garlands made their way to the lights, they grew younger and younger. The one that reached the bench was then covered with people, of all stretches of life.

"Such a nice boy, he never fights or gets involved."

"Garland! Garland! Can you help me fix my toys?"

"Garland, why don't you be a dear and help me clean around the house. You always love to help."

The other Garland reached the alleyway and saw a bloody beaten corpse of a multi-armed boy. Garland's breath was erratic as he watched a group of older kids continue to kick the unmoving body.

Garland gave out a primal roar of anger and rushed at the older kids, attacking with savage fury. No hesitation, no remorse, just uncontrolled rage and anger. Garland was merciless, smashing skulls into stonework, splattering blood and gore all over the walls.

Every punch and kick they throw at him didn't have any effect, it only made them angrier. Garland knocked a large kid down to the ground and stamped his throat hard, shattering his windpipe.

But there was one kid that was larger than all the others, this one pinned Garland to the wall with ease and each strike Garland threw did nothing. Slowly Garland's throat was slowly being crushed.

"You are nothing, you'll die like nothing, no one will miss you."

As Garland's vision blurs, he found himself on the ground of some strange place, inside a store Garland had gone to from time to time.

One word burned in his mind. Revenge

Garland walked out, hoping to find whoever hurt him. "I'm looking for Francis!" He called out on the field. As he stepped out, the building just popped like a bubble.

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This is Garland when he was 15, an angry teen aiming to make anyone that gets in his way pay. He has short hair and stands 5'4'' and his knuckles are raw red. So... have fun.

[Lo'campo]

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His head cocked to the side when the kid started to speak. Was this a boy or a girl? It looked like a girl, but it sounded like a boy. He was starting to get confused. He wanted to ask, but whomever this person was, was older than he was and father always said that he was suposed to respect his elders, so he just kept his mouth shut and listened.

He looked at the table that the boyish sounding girl pointed out. He did indeed like cake. It was different colors too. Red and blue, green and pink, even yellow. The bright colors excited the young Akalak whome picked up a red slice and happily chomping down into it.

"Mmm, it tastes just like cherries."

he spoke with his mouth full as crumps fell from in between his lips. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he looked down to see that what was once a blue finger, was now turning red. In fact his entire hand was now becoming as red as the cake that he'd bitten into.

"Oh, my name is Loxudeianis. Loxudeianis Basunreph Campo. Nice to meet you ma'am.

He gave thought to the second question. He really didn't know what this place was either, he was just thankful that it was here to take him away from the scary place that he'd come from. It was then that he let his imagination take control, trying to find something in his mind that could be in this place.

It was then that a blue bubble appeared. A midsized bubble not too big, but not too small either. Was this his? The bubble floated in front of the two for a moment before Lo'campo reached out to touch it staining it with a black hand print that seemed to poison the bubble as it began to fill with a black mist the dominated the blue and turned the entire bubble into a misty black.

Unsure of what was going on, the curious Lo'campo touched the bubble again to which it popped, staining the ground before them with a black ooze like material that began to form into something. It moved and warped at first as it tried to find a shape, forming legs and feet first then a body and finally a head all beaten, bruised and broken. "Why did you leave usssss!" it hissed reaching out to the frightened boy who pulled away as it dematerialized into a mist.

"I'm not good at being a good person. I'm in trouble."

The saddned blue boy whined before the sound of another voice grabbed his attention. Turning his head, he saw another person, a child running towards them just as he did. It looked like they weren't the only people here after all. Frightened, Lo'campo stood behind Hwyn grasping her gown hiding his face from the new person.

[Hwyn]

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When the next boy came he too appeared to have come from something distressful when the boy entered Hwyn's little world already yelling Hwyn shuddered at the intensity with which the boy shouted. the boy was certainly not in the best frame of mind but Hwyn wasn't quite sure what he could do to calm the angry teen, he was certain that he could however do something. Hopping away from the table Hwyn approached the heavily breathing teen smiling gently.

"i'm sorry to say that whoever Francis is, you won't find him here. Just Hwyn and a blue boy, but you are still very welcome to stay for a little while and rest. You look like you need a break"

smiling and waving was about the most however Hwyn could do, he wasn't keen on picking a fight with the boy but at the same time his heart pined to ease whatever suffering he was experiencing. What exactly was it he could do for the boy, he was unsure of what it took to soothe someone in such a state but perhaps it was simply wise to wait and watch, retreating back to the table Hwyn re-seated him self next to the blue boy again waving the boy over, allowing him to behave as was his want, he had no interest in controlling the by he merely hoped that he did not bring undue chaos with him.

Turning back to the Blue boy who was no enjoying a slice of cake Hwyn laughed in amusement at how happy he seemed to be when he was eating it, and at his now red lips and mouth compared to his otherwise blue skin. Hwyn continued to laugh when the boy told him his name, he was just too cute.

But as such is life when things are good they don't stay that way for long, a Stygian ooze that came forth from a bubble formed a human most grotesque reaching for the boy who know hid behind Hwyn. Standing with the boy behind him as a bulwark against the approaching team Hwyn frowned, He'd find a way to fix this. He'd banish this darkness one way or another.

"Anyone can learn to be good, I promise, I won't let anything bad happen to you while you are with me at least."

Credit to Shimoje, the bestest buddy

[Garland]

Garland was frustrated that his target wasn't here. Although he saw the cake and was tempted to stay, he only had one thing on his mind, was to find the bastard that hurt him or his friends and make him pay.

Garland was about to leave, but then saw something, an oozing... thing? It looked vaguely humanoid, but there was no way it was still alive, its head was caved, eyes bruised shut and by the looks of it should not be standing at all.

it seemed to be threatening the two, and Garland couldn't just let that stand. Garland rushed to the figure and as soon as he touched it, it turned to mist. Baseless threats are useless, that thing would be back for the blue boy.

He could just leave, look for Francis, but that would leave these two alone, he doubted that they could fight. The small blue one could possibly defend himself, but not effectively.

And then there was the girl. Strange thing this girl, she seemed completely unfazed by the monstrous thing and was more than ready to be a shield if the monster so much as touched the blue boy.

He couldn't leave them without making sure nothing else was going to pop out at them and attack. "Who or what was that?" Garland asked as he looked at the boy. "Are you two alright?"

Then he saw he was missing his blade, he'd need to find it later, but right now it seemed the boy was shaken up by the encounter. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your names. I was too busy..." Not caring. "... Thinking. I was too busy thinking to hear them properly."

Garland picked up a plate and fork, and just held it, if he learned anything from watching bar brawls in Syliras is that a plate, a bottle, a utensil, and a chair are the only weapons you need. He'd rather keep one close.

"Where are we? And what flavor of cake is that?" Garland pointed to the blue one, it was just a really big, blue cake, no designs like the others, just cake coated in blue frosting of some such.

Garland didn't want to stay, but what was the use moping about it, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he just walked off when two kids were clearly being threatened.

He walked away from situations like this before, never again. "I'm Garland by the way, at your service, lady."

[Lo'campo]

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Lo'campo continued to hide behind the older girl as the second boy introduced himself and proceeded to ask about the black figure. Gaining a sense of courage from the girls promise of protection, Loxudeianis peeked his head around his shield consisted of pink fabric his little voice piping up.

T-That was wone of pweople fwom the dead zone. They are scary and they try to get me because I did something bad....There is a man there too that's in a taaall building but everwy time I try to run to him, those people try to get me.


His voice squeaked as he clenched the girls leg. Tears began to form is his blue eyes as his cheeks turned a dark purple. "Please, don't send me back to that place. Father will be mad if he saw me again. Please let me stay here with you, I- I can help. Watch."

He closed his eyes as more blue bubbles began to appear from the air. They floated for a moment suspended and rotating in place. Reaching out the young Akalak touched them, watching as each began to turn black just like before. Upon popping, the bubbles splattered the ground with black tar like goo that began to take shape into horrid creatures. This time it was a family beaten, disemboweled and dismembered all reaching out for the young boy. "Come to usss Loxudeianissss, come to where you belong."

Letting out a yelp of fear, the young boy released the girl before breaking out into a sprint. He didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to get away back to his hiding place. A door appeared with a light shining in the frame. He knew where this would take him. He knew where he was about to go, still he needed to hide. The cold touch of one of the creatures gripped his shoulder. Pushing forward, he disappeared through the door with the monster behind him.

oocSorry, didn't know it was my turn to post. I'm acting out on what we discussed in chat about entering each other's dream. Let me know if you want me to change it and I will.