[WAR] Role Play: Terminus

[bronislav84]

Karai "Kar" Horoshi
Corporeally: Hellcat chopper, in transit from Ruins of The Under in Orre to Mirage Island in Hoenn
Spiritually: The Black Lodge
Affected RPers: @Lord Celebi, @Neo Emolga

And the fight was on! And how. The creature summoned monsters out of portals and zombie foot soldiers. Boss called them Diablos. Sounds about right.

I flipped out of that mess to not be on their dinner plate and to get a better view. Jumping fifty feet in the air was something they taught at the academy, and I didn't really get to do it very often. Beauty followed along, floating with Amelia hanging onto her leg. <Kar, you need to see this. Burst with me again. Something ain't right. I can just project it to you, but it would be better if you saw it yourself with my senses.> called out Beauty. I wasted no time and used the ABH to merge with her, now floating in the air with Amelia hanging onto my leg. Oh boy, I had the same exact form as before: Barely any skin covered with M-Gardevoir features. I was almost embarrassed thinking about what the men would think, and I didn't believe in showing off my body to my superiors. It just happened this way, and I still had no idea why.

The psychic's senses lit up the place in a way only they could see it. I was surprised boss didn't see it, or he was too distracted. Scanning for minds I could only sense the five of them, myself, Amelia, and bare traces of the creature and it's minions. They weren't fully there. None of it was. This was the monster's plan: To distract us into believing this was all real, and die in a dream. It's not. We're inside the boss's dreamscape due to his ABH, and lucid dreaming. The monster manipulated him like it did with me. The beer that was summoned when he answered about the party confirmed it.

Great attacks all around, but pointless. Dreams must defeat dreams. A lucid dreamer can be invincible in their own or a friendly dreamscape, if they will it. I was taught this at the academy in case we got captured and interrogated by a psychic. Time to try it out, but I wasn't the one who would do it. I turned to Amelia hanging on for dear life from my leg. "Hey, Amelia! Still think the Voice is good?"

"Yes, yes he is. He was there for me when I was alone with nobody to talk to. He said he was my friend, like a fluffy bunny I could hug when I was alone at night." She closed her eyes, concentrating on her memories of the time she spent with the Voice. O.....k......I figured he might have told her lies, but that's beyond twisted. Making her think a creature like that was nice. I'd have to snap her out of it. But there was no time right now. It was working, though. She was manipulating the dream. That sack of crap had turned into an adorable fluffy stuffed bunny. The hydra and the pile of goo were turning into stuffed animals as well, although slower cause they were different. Then the Diablos, each turning into various stuffed animals that couldn't hurt a fly. As soon as more appeared, each would turn into walking fluffy stuffed animals. And finally it was complete. The monster was a bunny, Xoven and Saxiv were a stuffed ape and gecko respectively, and the zombies were multicolored stuffed animals as well.

"That probably won't hold them for long, but it should show the others that they too could manipulate the dream. The Voice isn't the only one with power here." Amelia was breathing heavily, having forced out her own images of what the monster should be. "Good job Amelia, rest now." I conjured up a floating platform for her to rest on out of harms way, but I was sure the creature wouldn't bother her since she believed he was good for the world. If he did, Amelia could neutralize the attempts with her imagination of what he should be. If that didn't work, well there's always the theory of being invincible in a friendly party's dream to fall back on. Since Amelia would be working for Aqua soon, the boss's dreamscape was friendly to her. But just in case I spoke to him telepathically from 50 feet up.

<Boss, the blond haired woman is Dr. Amelia Anthony. She's on our side, more or less. Consider her an ally. If you don't understand what I'm talking about, use Celebi's psychic powers to see the conclusion I just came to. This is your dream. We're all astral. Your allies can't die in it if you wish it, so I need you to consider her an ally. Also, pass this around to the other high rankers: We're lucid dreaming.> Then I was about to lay the smack down on the stuffed animals with some psychic power when I heard a voice. Two voices in fact.

<Champion, hear me. There isn't much time.>

<We name you as our Champion.>

<From times ancient, the twins will help you if you find them.>

<Prove yourself. In this dream, our power can be yours if you wish it.>

The voices were faint, but in this dreamscape I could hear them. Then they faded. What was this about? Power can be mine if I wish it? They must mean manipulate the dream, but I don't need it yet. I have the power.

I landed in the middle of the stuffed animals, causing a psychic shockwave to knock the plush-zombies back then de-bursting with Beauty and recalling her. Time to burn some stuffing. But the cooldown. Cooldown shmooldown, this is a dream. I called out Flame the Blaziken. "Burn baby, burn!" Raising the ABH into the air as the zombie stuffed animals shambled back toward me, I closed my eyes to merge with Flame. I could hear the monster's laugh echo around the dream, even though he had turned into a fluffy plush bunny. He was planning something.

Opening my eyes I felt that parts of my hair were standing up. I had chest hair, which was a very odd sensation, though it seemed to be mostly moved off to the sides. Where I would have expected hair was an incredibly skimpy bikini top made of hair that just passed the modesty test and revealed everything else. I sighed in embarrassment as I examined the rest of me. My skin was red, and I had claws on each of my five fingers. I could still see right through myself. I had on a red pair of incredibly skimpy underwear like when I merged with Beauty, black hair up to the knees, and then red from the knees down. My wrists spouted flames uncontrollably. While the two of us felt incredibly powerful, we were also incredibly embarrassed. I turned to the creature and pointed a clawed finger at him, then I realized my weapons had become five feet long and set on fire. Oh yea, I could enjoy this.

"This is YOUR doing, isn't it?! Giving me this skimpy bikini?!" I yelled at the monster. With a flick of my finger and manipulating the dream, I got rid of all the stuffed animal zombies with a Fire Spin. If he tried to summon more Diablos, they'd all turn into stuffed animals again because Amelia thought he was nice. I was such a genius, turning her devotion around like that.

<Why, yes. While I can't control when or how the Ancient Burst Hearts are used, I can control the form somewhat. I made it so it brings out your inner image, and apparently yours is a porn star!> The creature laughed a sinister laugh at his own joke, but I didn't think it was funny at all.

"I will END you for this, fluffy bunny or no fluffy bunny!" I activated Flame Charge, moving faster than the eye could see, then attached myself to the fluffy stuffed bunny's back. "I'd like to say burn in hell, but that's too good for you! Burn in your nightmares!" All completely unemotional and deadpan, but still yelling. "You know, cause stuffed animals burn easily." I added in case he didn't figure that out. I then set myself on fire and caused a molten explosion with us in the epicenter. If he tried anything, I was ready for it.

Dream manipulation was quite fun. I just hoped the others would catch on to it soon.