 | killer shrike
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Visionary
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Subj: "What"?Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 at 08:13:32 pm EST
| Reply Subj: I don't want to know what he might have eaten to give him dreams like that.
Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 at 05:55:30 pm EST |
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> > The swirling mists began to clear.
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> > "Well," commented Cinderbelle, "Whoever is dreaming this loves statues."
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> > They were standing in what appeared to be a vast formal garden. Paved pathways wound between statues and flowerbeds, lightly shrouded in mist. The mist obscured the statues slightly, giving them a brooding air that they might not otherwise have.
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> > Dancer shrugged. Wandering through dreams was starting to affect her perceptions a little. That, and the scenery was giving her a bad case of deja vu. She had seen something like this before. Once.
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> > "And they like octopii as well. And fish. At the same time."
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> > The feeling of deja vu was getting stronger.
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> > "Cinderbelle... Can you remember the way back to Flapjack's dream?"
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> > "What! The perveted leprachaun? Why do you want to go back there?"
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> > "Because I have worked out whose dream we are in. At least, I have got it down to two, and I really don't like one of the choices..."
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> > There was a sound behind them. A female figure was standing on one of the plinths. She was garbed in a loose white robe and was holding a bow, with the arrow trained right at them. The bow was fully drawn, and the figure was sighting down the arrow.
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> > "Who are you?" the figure asked, relaxing the tension in the string. "You aren't one of the dreamers." Her speech was marked with a strange accent.
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> > "Dreamers?" queried Cinderbelle.
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> > "You really don't want to know." replied the figure, giving them an appraising look. "What would a minor fey and a minor manifestation of probability be doing here? Don't look do insulted - all things are relative."
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> > The figure suddenly spun, readied the bow and loosed an arrow into the mists. There was a screech followed by an explosion.
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> > "Exploding arrow?" asked Dancer.
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> > "Not when I fired it."
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> > Cinderbelle tugged at Dancer's sleeve. "Um." she whispered. "Haven't you noticed? She..."
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> > Dancer shushed her. She may not had the finest of classical educations, but...
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> > The figure standing before them was female - obviously - with an almost-flawless tanned figure, a slightly exotic caste to her features, and...
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> > The mists swirled again, and she was gone. In her place was another white-robed female, white and in her late sixties, carrying a staff. She looked at them oddly.
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> > "You shouldn't be here." she said. Then the mists took her too.
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> > She was replaced by a dark-skinned female in the same sort of robe.
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> > "Finally!" exclaimed Ebony. "This way out, guys."
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