ok, here's the idea:
21 people are taken to a secret government lab. They are there to test a new invention which allows one to control their own dream. And make their own "world". However, one of the guinea pigs is a serial killer and he somehow take scontrol of the "dream machine" and creates a serious hell-hole of a dream. Now the other 20 guinea pigs have all lost their memories and have no idea who they are. They could be anyone in anywhere. To amke matters worse, the killer now has control over the entire "dream world".

Tell em what you think. If you like the idea and want to be in my RP; send a message to me, with this in it;

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
weapons (optional):
other:

note: weapons don't have to be credible, this is a dream

ok, i'll put all available spaces here
There are 16 spaces left. Act now cuz it's first come-first served. If there's spaces left over; we'll say they were killed by Samael.

0.Infernal-Rampage-
Name: Sam "Samael" Gregory
Age: 20-30 yrs
Apperance: A dark mess of hair, bright green eyes. Wears a a black tuxedo. Fairly tall.
Personality: Quiet, Dark and cold. Glares all the time and is prone to uncontrollable violent fits.
Weapons: Everything in this "Dream world".
Other: Is the only person who knows anything about his past.

1.Lida-Rose-
Name: Luke Galaxy
Age: 20
Appearance: Short, blond hair and grass-green eyes. Tall and slender.
Personality: Quiet, but not in a shy way. Almost always content and at peace with himself. Smiles a lot and has a positive attitude
Weapons (optional): Gun blade which only appears when he needs it and a revolver that is always on him
Other: He doesn't know this, but he was a murderer himself who got off because they never found the decisive evidence they needed.

2.Gunlover40-
Name: Ryan Falconite
Age: 27
Appearance: Black shirt with black jeans. Dyed dark blue hair.
Personality: Cocky but funny. Short temper.
weapons (optional): Twin lightsabers. One blue, one purple.
other: Knows Ju-jitsu, Nin-jitsu, Karate, Kung fu and Tae Kwondo. Was dishounarbly discharged from the army 5 years prior to the experiment. An experienced fencer.

3.Ayasato Chan-
Name: Tomoe Houzuki
Age: 24
Appearance: Short (4'5), with dark wavy hair. Her eyes are a luminous green and she wears a yukata most of time and she wears a flower de fleur as a hair-clip.
Personality: Utterly optimistic and loves to live in her happy place. She doesn't like bad things...
weapons (optional): She can convert anything she pleases since this is a dream. But she prefers Gauntlets.
other: None

4. Bwa Shagun
Name: Taliana Faye (Nickname: Tali)
Age: 24
Apperance: Blond hair tied in a bun, freckles, a dress with an apron, and robin egg blue high-heels.
Personality: Taliana is kind, but also seems like she's trying to hide something, although she only acts like that. She isn't scared too easily, but does get scared at times.
Weapons: A broom, and a bottle of cleaning chemicles. She can create other weapons with her mind, cause it's a dream, but only in emergencies.
Other: Taliana is used to cleaning the house of a powerful rich man by the name of Gordan Masters. Unfortunately, she doesn't get much pay.

5. Allan's Aokage-
Name: Nightmar-E (Typically pronounced as Nightmare.)
Age: --
Appearance: A female wearing a black, raven-like mask. She has long, black hair and wears dark clothes, making her hard to see in the dark. The eyes in the mask emit a red light.
Personality: A seemingly insane, sadistic person. Prior to the Dream World, she was a nice, friendly person. Upon arriving, her nightmares came true over her dreams - until the nightmares became her dreams and she embraced the darkness around her. Her mask can be removed, but it can apparently cause the Dream World to have a power surge and it 'skips frames' that tend to give her the ability to take the mask back and disappear.
Weapons: She can drag people into shadows, raise spikes of darkness and while in her world, 'waste RNGs' that allow her to become much more powerful and faster.
Other: Apparently, all Dream Worlds have some form of name for her. These are supposedly created by her when she was at her most unstable. These names vary in form, but tend to be associated with the letter E and words that mean Darkness/Night. Her age is determined to be older then the computer thanks to the 'RNG Wasting' and is hence an unknown numeral.

6.Insho-
Riley Kareva
Age: 24
Appearance: Emerald green eyed, snow white hair, and pale skin. His appearance in the Dream world is completely different from reality. He usually wears a brown three-piece suit.
Personality: Resigned, peaceful, and hit with a slight hint of surrealism. His persona has been altered a bit by the experiment, and therefore has led to him becoming almost a different person from before.
Weapons (optional): The "Truth"; a link directly to part of his dream world by the same name, in the shape of a pocket watch that turns into a large portal.
Other: Riley rationalizes that he has died, seeing as his memories are gone and he is now in a bizarre world. Therefore his dreamworld is reflected upon that, in a unique rendition of a kind of "purgatory crossroads" as he calls it.

7.Caelestis-
Name: Selaterre (SEE-la-tehr) Faye (Nickname: Sela)
Age: 19
Appearance: black hair with bronze streaks that is short and usually has mini braids running across it. Has bright blue-violet eyes. Is around 5'4 and has a more "stocky" frame, but still is slightly wiry looking

Personality: Sela is outwardly a little quieter, but is actually very talkative, impulsive, and a pleaser when given the chance to speak. She used to be a very good mediator and knew how to get people to stop fighting and agree. However, she wanted her dreams to be of how she didn't have to go around stopping fights all the time and how everyone could be silent. As a result of her dreams being taken over, she has this delusion that when she speaks, bad things happen, and has lost a great deal of self-confidence in her ability to mediate. Now, whenever she hears fighting, she either walks away, or starts to go into the fetal position. Just because she feels she can't do anything about it doesn't mean she likes the fighting.

weapons (optional): Sela's powers are a little weak, but it is because she hasn't realized her full potential. She starts out as being able to put fake "senses" into people's minds; like she can inprint certain sounds or images into people's minds, so she could have someone think they see a haze of an object or hear a small sound of someone's footsteps, even though it's more of a mirage (so much smarter people would probably have an easier time discovering the mirage). When she's under very high stress (like when people start to fight), her scream can temporally stop people from talking (this lasts for maybe five minutes). However, this is out of her control mostly.

other: Selaterre was actually studying psychology in college when she had heard about this experiment and her professor recommended the experiment for her to try ((like for college psy. credit or something)). Also, when she reaches her "full potential" (when she is able to break from her illusion of thinking that her words mean nothing), she is able to control basic thoughts and functions (like Force Persuade in Star Wars).

8. MaimJay-
Name: Joy Lindon
Age: 23
Appearance: Short short blonde hair with uneven bangs covering her forehead. Green eyes and long black eyelashes. Has one lip piercing which is a green emerald in the middle under the bottom lip. Wears a army colored tank top with a beaded necklace which consists of a piece of string and a pearl in the middle. Torn Jeans, a belt that hold grenades, and flip flops she wears also and a armband on her left arm. As well as an arm guard on her right arm.
Personality: Kind of shy, but mostly strict. When something is serious, she likes to take it very seriously and hates it when people joke around about it. But if you get on her good side, she's generally a good person, though she could work on her people skills.
weapons (optional): Has a dagger strapped onto her arm guard and her belt holds grenades.
other: Really likes pizza, to an extreme point.

9. Klara-
Name: Klara Veil
Age:26
Appearance: Short blonde hair, teal eyes, navy blue velvet jacket with white collar, short navy blue velvet skirt, and blue ankle strap high heals.
Personality: Laid back, can be seductive when she feels there's trouble/conflict, hates sexist men, and helps those she feels really need it.
weapons (optional): pocket knife hidden on person
other: N/A

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((ALRIGHTY THEN!!! Ready to start when you are.))

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The dreamscape was something to admire. Worlds upon worlds laid on top of each other as the dreams of many flooded into view for all to see. The marionette of strings that formed said chain was immense. However, this world was in fact fictional. But do to the foolishness of some individuals, they have become one with their dream selves, disrupting the cycle and harmony of dreams...

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Tomoe came into view as she landed into her own dream realm. It was rather simplistic. Yet unique. Mirrors hung from all possible angles and books upon books were stacked as pillars. She had eccentric paintings just floating in the air. And to top it off, she had the vault. The vault that contained all of her dreams, from past to the modern now. She would browse it from time to time, seeing as there was not much to do. All was peaceful.

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Samael banged impatiently on the control panel. Where were the scum? 20 people can't just dissapear! He looked over at the machinary. The only way to find them must be in this "Dream World". He walked steadily twoards the object, carefully stepping over a dead researcher. He picked the "helmet" atatched to the bottom of the machine. He laughed an icy laugh placed the device on his head. He then flicked the switch on it. He closed his eyes and he felt himself steadily lose conciousness...

Luke was writing his next story. His first one was a best-seller and he was living comfortably in his mansion. A servant offered him lunch, which he politely declined. All was perfect.

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Samael woke up. His head hurt terribly and he felt extremely dizzy. He finally managed to regain his strengh and stand up. He looked around. The place was calm. ANNOYINGLY CALM! Sam LOATHED calmness it reinforced peace and peace led to less action. The calmness just made him want to yell. Sam held it in. And took time to study the dream. It wasn't long until he caught site of one of the Quinea Pigs. He smirked and decided to make an entrance. He enjoyed blowing things up and seeing as he was in control of everything in this world. A pillar exploded and Samael laughed and sprinted over to the test subject, his dark hair waving about his head like tree branches in the wind.

Tomoe noticed that a new planet had appeared in her sky. Dreams of others can be seen as far-off planets. The stronger the dream, the bigger it was. She did not like the feeling this new entity was giving off. So materialized her bladed "Stain Wings", a pair of mythical gauntlets with extraordinary abilites. "Let us see what he has planned."


((Time and again, I may leave tidbits like the first part of my post. To further develop plot. :D ))

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Samael looked once again at the dream. What if he were to interfere with the other's dreams? It would cause ahvoc and chaos. This thought made Sam laugh even harder. Seeing as he was linked to the master computer; this would be very easy. Suddenly a list appeared from thin air and Sam checked it over. It ahd the anmes of all 21 test subjects. (including himself)
"I might want to start by creating a base of operations." Then a large tower appeared from the air and implanted itself into the ground.
"Now for the others!" He was going to plant a tower in each dream world so that he could a portal. What an excellent idea! Samael smiled to himself. He was such a clever demon!

Is it alright if I join?

Name: Gurdy Pinell
Age: 24
Apperance: Blond hair tied in a bun, freckles, a dress with an apron, and robin egg blue high-heels.
Personality: Gurdy is kind, but also seems like she's trying to hide something, although she only acts like that. She isn't scared too easily, but does get scared at times.
Weapons: A broom, and a bottle of cleaning chemicles. She can create other weapons with her mind, cause it's a dream, but only in emergencies.
Other: Gurdy is used to cleaning the house of a powerful rich man by the name of Gordan Masters. Unfortunately, she doesn't get much pay.

Tomoe gasped at the appearence and intrusion of this new man. Dashing towards the tower, she began to brutally pound it into oblivion, till there was nothing left. "That should do it..."

The tower revived itself and it stood tall again. "What the hell?!" She had to keep him out of her dreams. "Fine." She opened the wings of her gauntlets. "Blinding Wing..." Her blades showed a luminous light and she carved the tower from top to bottom. Instead of reforming, the tower twisted into two spirals.

"This is my dream..." It had suddenly become a nightmare.

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Dream Report # 2

The wheels of fate do not turn in the dreamscape. Reality has no power or say so within this perfect world. Yes. A dream is to protect the individual from the harsh reality of their existence. This has changed however, due to the foolish ones who enter into a subliminal state, where their physical mind is awake in their dreams. It is taboo to mix reality with this scape of fiction...

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As Luke was staring out the window, he saw a tower form out of no where. However, he thought nothing of it. Just another addition as far as he was concerned. He felt tense anyway, as if, subconciously, he knew something would happen. Something awful.

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((If you'd read my 1st post; you'd know to send you char profile in a message))

Samael flew to the top his own tower and into the control room where he flicked a swith and the tower sent a beam of light high intot he sky; towards the many planets. Beams appeared from all the other towers and all hit together and created a sphere of pure energy. Sam's plan was working even better than it would have in real life. The sphere collapsed and turned black.
"DAMN!" Sam yelled in rage. The energy was supposed to pull the planets together. But the energy had overloaded. Sam looked again at the whirring black energy. Now it had become a raging black hole. This was getting pretty bad. Not only for dream world but for the sanity of the many people in it. Sam tryed to reverse the black current of energy. But something stopped him. He tryed pushing the reverse polarity button on the console but it was to no effect. The head of his tower exploded and the so did the control panel. Now he couldn't do anything about the balck hole. THEY WERE GOING TO DIE! Samael banged the wall in frustration! But then something caught his eye. A figure was standing by the control panel. Sam spuna round to lloka t the newcomer. How had he entered? The tower was under deadlock seal. The dark figure turned to look at him and it's blood-red eyes bore into Sam's soul. All at once; everything vanished and sam was floating in darkness.
"It's rebooting!" Sam finally realised. His plan had worked after all... or had it? The Master Control had reset yes. But what of the energy malfunctiona nd the shadowy figure? Someone was messing with Samael's mind. Finally the reboot finished and he was back in his dream world. Excpet now; the tower was all but ruin...

Luke saw a black hole form. What the hell? he asked himslf. Then, shortly after, it disappeared and the tower that was once there was destroyed. What just happened? Then, another servant came up to him, trying again with offering him lunch.
"No, thank you. I have some exploring to do. I have another story idea," he said. Then, he left for the now demolished tower...

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He opened his eyes, and poured the teapot.
The life after death was quite amazing, but not exactly what he had expected. Or rather, what he assumed he would have expected.

His name was Riley Kareva, that much he knew. It was engraved into his mind, so not even death could erase it. However, everything else about himself was a foggy memory, just beyond the verge of recollection.

He stared around himself, placing the teapot back on the square, blue-velvet table that was in the center of the room. He was in a chair, obviously, and was ready to enjoy his lunch, but something felt amiss...
The walls of the room were of a gray tone; plain, yet somehow full of life. Each wall was as large as the next, making the place practically a box. On each wall was a doorway, and that was what let this place have it's magic.

In To the front of Riley was a large pair of doors, ornately decorated with pantheon-esq. pillars, with the words "Purgatory" marked above them.
To his left was a stone archway with no cover or door to block it. The arch had a veil of sorts, continually shifting and swaying in a non-existent breeze. The word "Fantasy" was etched into the stone.
To his right lay a closet... however, looks were deceiving. The door itself was made of a rotting wood, black and wet, with the word "Truth" scribbled upon the door in what looked like blood. He had made careful of this path, sealing it off with several wooden planks, metal bars rising from the floor and ceiling, and propping the other chair in the room under the doorknob. It still wasn't enough, but it would last.

Riley glanced behind him and realized exactly what was amiss. He stood up and made his way over to the fourth door. It was a large rectangular hole in the wall, really, but it was barred off with a metal gate. The bars themselves were alight with a bright blue flame, something he really didn't want to discover the effects of when touched. Above it all was a pair of floor-length red curtains. There was no wording on it, so it's contents were a mystery.

"There we go," he said to himself, covering the gateway with the curtains and thus blocking the bright light which had been bothering him from his meal.

He returned to his seat, banging and crashing coming from behind the door of "Truth" before stopping abruptly. He took a sip of the drink he poured, and found it to be Grape Soda.

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With the tower's aburpt disappearence, Tomoe stared blankly at the sky. The crimson red color of the newest planet came into view. It was most definately fueled with nightmarish ambition. Grasping her now regained peace, Tomoe sat in the field of wild Iris flowers. At her whim, her sky became night and it started to snow a very light glow.

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Dream Report #3:

When distinguishing the fact that you are no longer in the scope of reality, your subconicous mind becomes drunk on the possiblities of what you could achieve. It is normal then, to assume that people dream a perfect world according to their desire and definition of the very word "perfect". Going further, some people's ideal world may be a hell for others. But that is assuming the moral values of said individuals and various other variables. However, should the mind of an awake individual ever come into the dreamscape, then their dreams shall create a paralell world commonly called nightmares to chase that person's concious out of the dreamscape...

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The lightsabers flashed through the air, connecting with the figures in the room. The figures all collapsed.
Ryan Falconite jogged over and flicked on a light. The dummies he had been training on were lying on the floor. He pressed a switch and a cup of coffee flew into his hand. He took a sip. It tasted different...
The lights went out again. Ryan panicked. He tried to remind himself.
'Its only a dream'
Then the room exploded.

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Riley's cup spilled before he could sip it again.
Something shook, and it wasn't the contents of the closet... in fact that had quieted down quite a bit ago. He reached down to brush the coffee (he swore it had been lemonade a second ago, and a soda before that.) off of his coat, casually removing it all with the handkerchief he pulled out of his coat pocket before a stain could set.

"There must be something wrong in the rest of purgatory." he mumbled to himself, getting out of his seat before pushing it back under the table, and making his way to the door straight ahead of him. He opened it, and stepped through...


...to find himself on the surface of a large mass of land, in front of a doorway that had nothing behind it. He looked up and saw what seemed to be the heavens, full of planets and starts. Something was amiss, though...

((And bump!))

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Ryan woke up. His shattered coffee cup was still in his hand. He felt his waist.
Lightsabers-check. Arms-check. Shirt-Oh,bollocks. It was in rags. He got up and ventured further until he found someone staring at a door.
"Who are you WHOA!" He yelled, as he saw the planets. "What the hell is going on?!"

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Luke went to where the tower just was, and looked up at the sky. He could see the planets very clearly, as if they were close enough to touch. He wondered what was going on out there. Little did he realize he was about to find out! The ground under him began to shake, and he ran to his mansion. Suddenly, he was beamed up by something as his own planet exploded. "What the hell?! What's beaming me?!" The explosion was too huge for the beam to hang on and Luke went flying.

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When the fellow called out to him, Riley was slightly surprised. He had been on his own for the majority of the time in death, so it was a real treat to have company.
"Hello, sir!" He said, even as his new guest was staring back to the stars. "I take it you are new here? You look you had quite the trip." At this, he was commenting on the state of the new man's shirt, which were in tatters.

"Please, come! I would be glad to give you any explanation you need, although I myself know not that much myself." With that, Riley turned back to the door, and opening it, stepped through.
"Well, come on now!" He called out, holding it open.

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Luke woke up in a field of wild Iris flowers, and it was snowing a very light glow. "Ugh. My head," he said, trying to get up. "Oof." He shook his head in an attempt to clear it. He was still in pain, but at least he could concentrate. Failing at getting up, he moved his head so it was vertical ((Since I couldn't come up with a better word)) and saw that his once blck suit was covered with gray and had several big holes where he was burned. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember what happened.

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"Before I go through any door, I want to know what's happening. The name's Falconite. Ryan Falconite."
((Short post, sorry))

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Tomoe loked at he new guest. He was in a dishelved state and clearly confused. "May I help you sir?" She produced a small lanturn with the glow of fireflies.





(SHORT POSTS ARE EVILL!!!)

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"Um..." he replied, still trying to clear his head. Luke tried to get up again, but, once again, he fell right back down as soon as he got up. He grimaced at the pain. You weak loser, he lectured at himself. Luke smiled timidly, still not answering the question. He hated asking for help, even if he needed it.

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"Well then, Mr. Falconite, please don't be alarmed. You are dead." Riley went through the door, leaving it open. The doorway was still closed on the backside of it, but through the front, it opened into a room that didn't exist on the other end, the room Riley had been inhabiting previously.

"Well, hurry up, then! I will explain more when you come in, and I am sure you would wish for more explanation." He said loudly, trying to let Ryan hear him while he unwedged the chair out from under the door marked "Truth" (which rattled a bit, but stayed quiet and firm under the bars and locks) and set it opposite the first chair at the table still in the center of the room.

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((Just to let you know, my character's name says it's "Selaterre" but I PMed Infernal-Rampage to change it to Taliana Faye. Don't worry; he just has to copy and paste the new "background" I sent him))
((Also, I may need some help, as I am a wee bit confused as to where I should be. Help would be appreciated, In Character))

Silence. Silence was good. The air had a quiet stillness about it that was refreshing but also relieving.
Darkness. Darkness was not good. You couldn't see what was in front of you and couldn't avoid any oncoming dangers. But what could possibly be dangerous in this dream world?

Taliana opened her eyes to find herself on perfectly green grass with a forever rising sun; a perfect landscape across the sky that would never change; it was forever a hopeful new day. Tali sat up and rubbed her head gingerly. Her other life was gone; no more people fighting, no more problems to mediate, no more... psychoanalysis of people. People had relied on her so much for guidance of their problems. And hearing people argue was... Tali stopped her train of thought. She lid back onto the ground again. Right now, it was silent, and that was good.

Tali stood up and began to walk, smiling happy at its simplicity. This was all she needed to be happy... wasn't it? Yet, there was something missing... a certain closeness she had felt at one time that was now lost...

A sudden tower appeared out of the corner of her eye. She turned, curious of this sudden occurrence. As she got closer, the tower flew a beam towards her and she felt her self being pushed back into the sky as her lovely, silent planet exploded. The beam's dark energy somehow reached her brain—a sensitive part for Tali. She felt herself be pulled in a black hole—at least, that was how she described it. Then, the nightmares came...


((Sorry to disrupt flow, but this was edited))

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((Hey Insho, you wanna write the next dream report?))


Tomoe could tell this man wasn't going to ask for help. Her snowy summer shower of glow had come to an end and the visible substance of the moon was projected. She looked deep into the pure white magic that was the moon. She turned back to her guest. "Shiro" The next moment, the man's attire and appearence was fixed and he was on his feet.

A sound of to the north alerted her, as a shooting star was aparrently falling. Tomoe stared at it, and noticed it was a human. "More guests..." She made a traditional Japanese manor appear, in expectation of possible guests.

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((You bet. Me and Caelestis are currently working on some details as it happens, so her character's development will come into play relatively soon. Suffice to say, if all goes well, the events that occur will reflect the Report.
For now, Cael and I just need to wait for Gunlover40 to continue our side of the story.))

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Luke was amazed as he looked at himself. He looked and felt good as new. And he was on his feet, ready to do whatever he wanted. A slew of questions were forming in his mind, but he decided not to ask all of them at once. "Wow! Thank you, Ma'am. Um...What's your name?" he asked. Then, he noticed her say something about more visitors, and looked up. Something was falling toward them really quickly. Luke wanted to scream, but the fact that the lady was so calm relinquished some of his fears as he waited tensely for the thing- since he didn't know it was a person- to land.

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((Hey, you may want to reread my first post. After talking with Insho, I changed a little what happened. Sorry to disrupt flow! I'm a newbie at RPing ))

Images of crying, screaming, and dying people filled her brain. She was in the middle, standing so still. Her words could not penetrate through the horror and they did nothing. Or she simply could not be heard. Either way, she felt herself begin to cry, trying so hard to liberate these peoples' pain.
Suddenly, as she became louder to make herself heard, the suffering of the people intensified. Some began to screech and died while others who were fighting began to inflict harm onto one another. The more she talked, the more pain she brought. Tali felt like she was getting stabbed repeatedly as each person she tried to converse with fell onto the dark plane, withering as they went down. However, even these peoples' deaths did not bring her peace; each person gone simply brought a new suffering person in its place.

She tried empathizing; understanding; caring. But all of these ways to help, which used to come so naturally, left her. The cycle continued without ceasing. Talianna found herself on her knees as her realization of the Truth became clear—she could do nothing to help these people. Nothing she did could ever help anyone. Tali wanted the pain and the noise to end.

If I speak, they cease to exist
If I say nothing, they die, anyhow
I've been living a lie this whole time...
Why even think I could do anything?
Why even try...?
...because someone has to survive...

A lodge in her throat that had been hibernating this whole time was suddenly released from her lips. She screamed, a piercing screech that first muted the images' voices. No more pain; no more voices...
Suddenly, however, a earthquake-like commotion happened all around her. The people she'd seen before seemed to rewind and fast forward all at once; their pitiful lives playing over and over again. People brought back to life were only killed again; people who died were brought back to life. Taliana could barely hold herself steady and she found herself sinking down with the people she'd tried so hard to help...

She lost consciousness, unsure of where she landed.

((Again, I PROFUSELY apologize for any trouble!!))

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((With the teamwork of Cealestis, I present a subplot!))
While Riley was calling out to Ryan, prepping the room for his guest, he did not notice the changes that occurred.

From the point of leaving beforehand, something had occurred behind his back, a displacement in his dreamworld, ultimately focused around that one door in his room, the rotted closet door that he had barred and locked a while back. The force that existed there had been intruded upon, and began to punish for each transgression. A great sin was inflicted upon it at the last moment, and to this, it exploded with emotion and loosed it's energies wildly.

The door didn't move, yet noises began to emanate as if something were going wild, a caged beast clawing it's walls.

Riley was still unaware as he had stuck his head out the door moments before and shouted to Ryan again.

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Dream Report #4
The conscious and the subconscious exist simultaneously, and yet actively uninfluenced by the other. In dreams, these barriers can be broken, and allow for the mind to mix and repair, to ultimately create a state where the brain can process all the information it has gained and spread it between the consciousnesses. The philosophy of the ego, superego, and id can be supported by these theories, with the type of information being sorted between pure data and memory also sorted by the kinds of information they are-- this is believed to be how the ideas of fear, of love, and of ideals can be formed through dreams.

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"Wait... I'm DEAD?" Ryan yelled. He charged through the door. "O.K. I want to know everything. NOW!" Ryan sat down. "I signed up for an experiment because I'm on my ass. Next thing I know, I'm dead. WHAT IS GOING ON?"

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((About time! XD We were waiting for your triumphant return!))

"Please, calm down before you make a scene. It's the most predictable thing for newly-deads to be outraged and go through the '5 stages' and all that, but there is no need to shout." Riley had prepared this speech during his time waiting. Oddly enough, he remembered that he had never gone through the 5 Stages of Grief himself... then again, he didn't know how he died either.

"It's rather plain to see that this would be the crossroads between the great beyond and a sort of purgatory, yes? Behind you is--" Riley couldn't finish the sentence before great crashes and sounds began to emanate from behind the "Truth"-marked door to Riley's right/Ryan's left.

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((infamous short, needless post to keep this alive))

Taliana still only saw darkness. In fact, all of her senses seemed to be dampened and muted; she couldn't hear anything, feel anything; she obviously couldn't see anything... She couldn't tell whether she was breathing or not; she couldn't feel the rise and fall of her diaphragm or hear her probably slow breathing. The only reason Tali knew she was still breathing was because she was somehow still living—that is, unless this wasn't living at all. But she knew she had survived... something. The pain of the aftermath hadn't left her yet. The blissful peace of death still had yet to claim her broken soul...

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"Something isn't right." Riley stated. He had been in the room long enough to know that one door inside and out (although he would have preferred not to have learned so much about the inside), and it never made noise unless it was focusing on something, like trying to break through the door or...

Riley leapt up and ran to the door, grabbing the knob and swinging it wide open, the locks an wooden bars still attached yet completely unhindered, as if they weren't even there.

Riley stared into a dark, thick, blood-red fog. It began to slowly pour out of the door into the room, but that wasn't the main concern right now. Riley got his nerves together and plunged his hand into the mist, then pulled. He yanked a girl out, who was cold to the touch and curled up, shivering.

The something from the mist let out a ghastly howl, like a beast who had been robbed of it's kill.

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Taliana felt all of her senses come back to her, two-fold, along with a blinding light. She felt herself being pulled from some sort of abyss and into the light. Except she still couldn't see anything.

Tali slowly opened her eyes, squinting a couple of times to adjust to the light. She saw a concerned man's face with vibrant green eyes and snowy hair. She blinked again; where was she?
Taliana sat up and looked at her surroundings. It was a circular room; four doors in a sort of perpendicular grid. She shivered as she glanced at the door behind her; she could see the red smoke and the inky black abyss. The nightmare she had came back full force.

Screaming people... dying... hurting... because you spoke

Tali clamped her hand over her mouth, her violet eyes becoming wider as she tried finding a way to escape. Talking would surely hurt her rescuer; she wasn't going to attempt such a thing. She tried getting up, trying to run off somewhere, but she found herself on the floor again. Tali didn't even make a sound as she fell; who knew what sounds could affect her surroundings? She looked fearfully at the green-eyed man.

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The girl was conscious again, but that could wait.
"Sit here for a moment, I'll be right back." He said, casually but hurriedly, then grabbed the doorway and threw his whole body weight into it. He couldn't exactly see what it was, but there was a force pushing back as he tried to close the door. It was a race against time, but he managed to reseal the doorway with a burst of strength at the last second.
A young voice whispered "Who are you?" from behind the door right before he closed it. He fell to the floor.

"Right, that's taken care of." He said, still casual and unaffected, brushing himself off a bit as he got up, and offered the girl a hand. "Well then, nice to meet you m'dear. My name is Riley Kareva. Yours?"

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Taliana looked in surprise as her rescuer closed the door with seemingly impossible strength. He looked barely tired, as if this was absolutely normal to him. His face only seemed to falter for a split second when he tried to close the door; a look that could have spelled out failure. But as soon as it appeared, it was gone: his face resumed its pleasantness, but expressionless, features as he turned to face her crumpled figure.

Those eyes are a mask... Taliana's brain automatically surmised for her. A mask for what, she didn't want to delve in to find out. Her "psychoanalysis" days were over; besides, wasn't it entirely possible that she was completely wrong? Why did she always think the worst of people. Heck, if her supposed "helping words" caused more harm than good, what's to say her thinking process wasn't wrong as well?

The man asked for her name, giving his first. Riley... She looked at him with some sort of pleading eyes. Speaking would hurt him... wouldn't it? She could pretend she was mute. Taliana bit her lip and looked down. His eyes were staring intently at her, waiting for an answer. What if this whole thing was a trick? What if that "nightmare" she had was nothing but a nightmare?

Taliana met Riley's eyes. "I..." she squeaked in a very soft voice. Nothing happened. A nightmare, I suppose... right? She tried again. "My... name..." Tali stuttered, careful of her words. she glanced at the door that Riley had barred again. Her eyes grew wide with horror.

TRUTH

She clutched her head and refused to speak anymore. It was true... all of it... everything in there... I hurt all those people...!
I... can never help... ever again
But perhaps... it would be easier to simply say... nothing...

Nothing. The utter "unknown" part of it scared her; but perhaps she could learn to accept its blissful ignorance. Was it better to do nothing, in hopes to prevent a danger? Or to discover the unknown and gamble the consequences?

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