004 || it was all just a dream

[lottato_prima]

I...

I can't... remember anything. What happened to make me act like that, what I was even thinkin'... I know I tried to get back to the elevator. I saw the storm coming.

[He runs a hand through his hair, now furious that he had been that easily manipulated.]

I just can't do it.

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BUT TIMMY WANTED TO PLAY OUTSIDE TODAY!

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

Do I gotta call you 'ma'?

'kay! M'not gonna go anywhere.

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

You get to survive.

[A grin.]

D'you really think what just happened is the first strange and dangerous event we've had here? Pay attention, if you want to keep on living.

[loyalhand.livejournal.com]

Degrading yourself will not assist you or anyone else.

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

I'm not degradin' myself!

Just. Tryin' to see what I can dig up that helps.

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

Uhhh no, not really. I did fight against that kraken, y'know!

LATER TIMMY BLUH BLUH BLUH I'M YOUR MOTHER

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

That'd actually be niee. Now if only we could get you in a bonnet and diapers!

...

Okay, not really. That's just weird.

ANYWAY.

[And here he clicks off the feed to head your way.]

/STOMPS FOOT

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

_{[He opens his mouth to ask 'What's a diaper?' when the feed cuts off. WELL. He'll just ask him when he gets here. For now, he just summons his sitar and plucks out a few notes.]}

/STORMS TO YOUR ROOM.

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

[The sound of the sitar actually helps him find the place a little easier, in fact.

And with his own SOLDIER speed, it isn't long before he's already there, and sneaking up on the Nobody. Behind a lawn chair. Because this is the *best* place to sneak around.]

[loyalhand.livejournal.com]

Then stop sounding so monotone [ yeaaaah look who's talking ] and begin. Have you found anything yet?

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

[Ignoring that statement - jeez, what crawled up this guy's butt and laid eggs? - the SOLDIER starts thinking back to the incident once more, trying to recall something - anything - that would help to lead to a trail.]

...a well. An' a white room. The rest of it's too fuzzy to make out, but those are the biggest things, I'd think.

There was also this on my arm, if you can make sense of it?

[He turns the feed to a small wristband laying on his desk, having been torn off some time ago. The numbers read: 0108270246, with nothing else on it.]

/PUTS CHAIR UNDER DOORKNOB

[ninthserenade.livejournal.com]

<sub>[What is that sense of foreboding doom? Must've been the wind!

Look at how easy of a target he is, Zack!]</sub>

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Did you? Good for you.

[He doesn't sound too impressed.]

The kraken was nothing compared to some of the things I've seen here.

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

Then how's about you fill in a newbie like me? What kinds of other things have happened?

/KICKS DOWN THAT DOOR.

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

[Thaaat's right, Demyx. Nothing to be afraid of. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvCI-gNK_y4) Just a lawn chair and nothing more...

He sneaks closer, his footsteps quiet. He circles around the other man carefully, and when he's close enough?

SURPRISE TACKLEGLOMP.]

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

Alright then--how do zombie mermaids sound to you? Dinosaurs? Personality swaps and power swaps and raining rubber ducks and invading monsters known as Noise?

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

Sounds like I've been missin' out on a lot more fun, is what!

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

Heck, if it's free, then I might just have to bug the guy. I can't even remember the last time either of us went somewhere fancy!

[loyalhand.livejournal.com]

...most of the time, when a victim only remembers an area, it's due to some sort of mental block. Such as witnessing an event, torture or... Well, I am not sure, but there could be a few other possibilities. The number - does it hurt at all?

[ He's seen his share of torture tactics, so...he feels slightly bad for being so abrupt. All that "necessary tough love yeah yeah" stuff. ]

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

Torture... sad to say, it wouldn't be the first time I've dealt with somethin' like that. Somethin' more than a little storm happened, I can tell you that much.

[Bright blue eyes glance back at the wristband, thinking.]

I'm... I'm not sure about the number though. All I know is that something about it made me try an' kill my friends. It's enough to make me pissed.

[dystopiadreams.livejournal.com]

Tee hee! Then why not go? Can't hurt to ask, right?

[loyalhand.livejournal.com]

... A psychological occurrence, then. Or a physical one that created a psychological one. [ He really shouldn't be surprised anymore. ] How did you awaken from it?

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

I ran into Sephiroth, as far as I can remember. He... started talkin' about another friend of mine, one I'd lost several years ago. He talked about how said friend would've been disappointed in the way I was acting, at how selfish it was.

I guess the realization of that finally screwed my head on right again.

[loyalhand.livejournal.com]

...Sephiroth?

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

He's... a friend of mine here. You've never heard of 'im?

[redcloakedthief.livejournal.com]

[...Heh.]

I know your type.