Re: Three Sides to a Coin {Senbiyu, Kitsune, Hito and Sweet Simplicity}
Darkness, an encompassing shadow that smothered the realm, diminishing what light or hope had existed beneath its grasp. All around was emptiness – whatever objects the eye could see were just that, things that had lost all life and meaning reduced to mere shells of their former selves.
It was against this bleak backdrop that a lone figure sat upon a pile of rubble that had once been a home. Ice blue hair gleamed dully as it flew upon a hot gust of air, air that was hot and devoid of the sweet freshness it should have carried. The face, usually so animated with life and cheerfulness, was solemn and worried as it gazed at its new surroundings.
“Ara… To think that even in their dreams they have no hope…” Joker whispered sadly as he stood, dusting his pants off.
The dream in which he stood was parallel to the world he had found himself within, a world of no hope. In a bid to see if anything in this realm was worth helping, he had gone to the dream realm and accumulated a mass of Dreamers from his current locale. Putting them all into the same dream, Joker had been disappointed that nothing had occurred. If anything, all their bleak memories had compounded to make the landscape harsher than the one they lived in. None had any hope of bettering their lives, of trying to rise above the current calamity.
Turning, about to leave the dream, Joker couldn’t help but look at the dark roiling sky and banish it, replacing it with a gentle sun with no heat in its rays, a beacon of light that didn’t burn as a rainbow arced like a path to the light.
“Even if Joker cannot help them… perhaps remembering what hope was will ease their minds in sleep.”
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Joker strode through yet more ruins, this time in the corporeal realm, looking around and wondering what had caused the world to fall into such disrepair. Strolling through dreams hadn’t revealed the start of this decay, it was as if the dreamers all mentally blocked out what they had done to cause such a holocaust to their own land. Or that it had been going on for so long that no one recalled the event that triggered their own destruction.
For that matter, Joker hadn’t even stumbled across another living form. In the Dream Realm, everyone had been together regardless of the distance of their physical bodies. Here, it was like no one existed, like the dreams were just their spirits clinging to the only life they knew, even as their bodies had died away.
“Joker doesn’t like this place…” His voice was soft, but it carried over into the small portal he had created, a link to the one person in the world he cared about. As it had been since the start of his journey across realms, silence greeted him on the other side.
Determination steeled across his face. He would find a way to save this place, or at least help those within the bleak world. Perhaps if he did, if he could help people and learn more about his own unique abilities he would be able to save the one soul that was important to him.
With that in mind, he settled himself on top of a mostly intact roof, his two daggers released from their sheaths and floating around his body.
“If any approach Joker within striking distance, and they have sinister intent, transport them to the holding realm Joker created. If they are curious but get too close, bar their way. If they then attack, again transport them to the holding realm,” by the time anything got close to him he would awaken anyway and be able to change his orders as he saw fit.
On those orders, Joker laid back, arms pillowing his head as he stared up at the roiling sky and drifted off to sleep. Around his body, the two daggers circled, bright blades gleaming in the darkness like a beacon of hope against the shadows.
Like the hope Joker guarded within his heart that he would succeed in his mission, no matter the costs.