history_pirate | Dream 01 [Plus a bit of action]

[The sun burns bright against slowly shifting dunes, the glare from the sand almost too bright to look at. A low wind is scattering grains of it across the entire landscape. The ones that whip against Robin's shins sting.

A sense of foreboding, and a large, dark shadow slowly creeps up from behind as distant laughter, staccato, grates against her ears- or perhaps it is only the memory of it. The shadow, broad and encompassing, makes a distinct silhouette. Robin panics and begins to run. Anyone experiencing this via Dreamberry will find themselves suddenly thinking of crocodiles.

The wind picks up, tossing thick tendrils of sand at her. Robin covers her face with her arms, increasing the effectiveness by using her ability to create a circular shield, but it doesn't seem to help. Grit gets in her nose, so she tries breathing through her mouth. The sand only gets inside that much quicker, becoming part of her, hardening her body so that she cannot feel or move. A dune rushes toward her, crashing against her, swallowing her up. She tries to break free, but can't. As the light diminishes, she (and the viewers at home) feels a stabbing pain through her chest.

The dream ends abruptly.]

[Robin woke up tangled in her blanket, head covered. She did not see the Dreamberry glowing faintly on the stand near her bed. By the time she'd sorted herself and the bedding, the dream had already mostly faded.]

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[By the time Luffy sees the dream, it's already late in the morning, and he's wide awake. It brings back memories of the desert on a certain island and a long and difficult fight with a certain crocodile.

He cringes as he feels the sand getting everywhere and attacking him, but keeps watching. The final part is even worse -- he's been stabbed by Crocodile himself, and that wasn't the most pleasant of experiences. He'd almost died twice at the hands of that jerk, and the physical reminder is even worse than just remembering it normally. Robin may hear a disgruntled outburst coming from the room next to hers.]

Ouch!!

[And Robin, of course, has no idea why.]

Is everything alright? [She's reading something, most likely, and unless there's more yelling or blood, it's probably not worth putting the book down to investigate.]

[Well too bad, because that just means Luffy will walk over to where you are. Good luck concentrating on that book now.]

Bleh... it feels like I've still got sand in my mouth after watching that!

[Flips a page absently.]

After watching what?

Your dream with all the sand and the stabbing and stuff.

I don't recall having a dream like that.

[He'll have to try harder if he's gonna distract her. ;)]

...Huh? Did the dream-thingy get it wrong?

[He fiddles with the Dreamberry (pressing a bunch of wrong buttons, as usual) until it replays the dream. Even if she's not looking, Robin should find that the audio playing through the speakers sounds fairly familiar.]

[Well, that worked. Robin looks up from the book, curious. When the shadow looms, she glances away, focusing on the floor. Her breath catches at the end, then she forces herself to continue breathing normally. She vaguely remembers waking up in the night.]

I suppose the Dreamberry wouldn't be wrong. I must have forgotten about it, is all.

...

[He understands that it's not the happiest thing for Robin to recall, so he decides not to ask anything else about it. The last thing Luffy wants to do is upset any of his nakama. He shuts off the Dreamberry as well.]

You must have nice dreams too, right? About finding old ruins and stuff?

Mm. Though perhaps they're daydreams more often than nightly visions.

[A slight smile comes back. After all, finding ruins is part of her ultimate dream.]

What do you dream of, Luffy?

Lots of things! Becoming pirate king, eating great food, finding treasure, meeting weird monsters, spending time with my brothers, exploring mystery islands...

[Of course. Luffy's so straightforward, his subconscience wouldn't be much different from his day to day personali-

Brothers in plural?]

I wasn't aware you had more than one brother.

...Ah.

[He forgot that nobody really knows anything about his other brother.]

Sabo died when Ace and I were kids.

[Somehow, that just makes the secret she keeps even worse.]

I'm sorry for your loss.

Edited Date: 2010-10-19 01:22 pm (UTC)

Crocodiles...? [He muses aloud, under his breath, while solemnly viewing this dream which he decides is the sort best left private; while he too is familiar with the feeling of being both hunted and haunted by someone, but he does not at all consider sharing the fact that he can relate, believing it would be a misplaced, unnecessary remark at the moment.

It’s when she is stabbed – and he feels pain vicariously - that he reacts the most. His breath hitches mid-inhale and a strangled noise escapes him, his eyes instinctively squeezing shut; he nearly drops the Dreamberry. And for that instant, he is so convinced that cold steel or something else had pierced his ribs that he grasps at the wound that burns as fiercely as dry ice on bare skin – or one that should be there - and finds his hakamashita is completely dry.

Winding down with every breath, Goemon remains silent in stunned wonder at the fearsome power of the Dreamberry, his dark eyes still bitterly narrowed.]

[Oh look, a message in her inbox. Funny, Robin doesn't recognize the name. Ah well, she'd been sending messages to a number of people recently. Perhaps another one responded.

With an incredibly strange message.]

Pardon?

...I was thinking aloud. Sorry. [The man has no clue why the distinct, unlikely image of crocodiles arbitrarily crossed his mind while viewing the dream - but it does not matter now. He is aware of how silly that must have sounded to her.]

[What an odd man. Now she's curious.]

Do you find yourself often commenting on wildlife in messages to people?

No. Much less in a dream where there are no animals.

A dream?

[There's a pause as information begins to come together.]

Mine?

[A grave nod.]

These devices record and share dreams with others; it seems there is no way of disabling this function.

So I've been told.

[She doesn't particularly remember dreaming anything last night, so she wonders if she ought to bother watching. If it had Crocodile in it, though...]

I apologize for any undue discomfort my dream may have caused.

[He answers first with a dismissive shake of his head; his shock at the very real sensation of being stabbed has long since passed.] It's alright. It could not be helped.

I don't believe we've met.

[Makes the very slightest awkward noise at noting her shift in expression - was that amusement, expectation, interest...?] ... My name is Ishikawa Goemon.

[The beginnings of a smile perk the corners of her lips at his noise and the sudden reddening of his cheeks.]

Are you new here?

Not exactly. I have been here once before, however, I returned a week ago.

I wasn't aware we could visit other places. You crossed the desert, then?

Desert...? I do not understand. [Frowns thoughtfully for a moment before he digs into his hakamashita where he's conveniently been keeping a hand-drawn map of Somarium he was able to get from a local. Ohhhh. That desert.] ...When I arrived, I found myself in the village.

Where did you go, then? I was given the impression it was unwise to leave the city.

As strange as it seems, I woke up one day and found myself back in my own world.

We can go back?

[She looks thoughtful]

Mn. [He nods.] No one knows how or when it may happen.

[And then she frowns, just slightly. It's possibly more of a pout.]

Frustrating, being unable to choose the path of your own life.

[She dislikes being cornered in such a way, at any rate.]

*he's only half paying attention to his Dreamberry as he lets it cycle through the previous nights entries, so the dream is already unwinding before he realizes it's Robin's. as soon as he does, he reaches for the device and switches it off. admittedly, he's curious, but so soon after having his dream broadcast, it just feels...wrong*

*he's not sure now whether he should mention the dream at all, but he feels compelled to talk to Robin. he supposes she'll figure out what prompted it*

*calling seems a little silly right now--she should be down for breakfast soon, after all, so he just stays at the table after he's done eating, doodling in a sketchbook while he waits*

*Robin comes down eventually, for a dose of freshly brewed coffee and some calories. She doesn't seem out of sorts in the slightest as she moves about the kitchen.*

*Smiles when she notices Usopp sketching.*

One might suspect you'd eaten a Creativity Fruit. Shall we toss you in the lake to see if you sink?

*gives a small laugh and shakes his head* That probably wouldn't be a great idea. *he finishes the line he's drawing and then closes his sketchbook, tucking the pencil away safely* Morning, Robin.

Good morning to you as well.

*she sits kitty corner from him at the table, allowing for conversation or privacy, as he desires, and takes a sip from her mug.*

[Nami catches this dream later in the morning, when she finally gives way to curiosity (or boredom) and starts sifting through the entries in her Dreamberry in more detail as she takes a walk along the lake. The stabbing pain is not welcome. Especially as it makes her drop the damn thing with a yelp-- straight into the water.

So after a minute or two of getting the courage to fish it back out (it's not going to hurt her again, is it?), she stares down at the Dreamberry thoughtfully before snapping it shut and heading for home. She needs to get changed out of wet clothes anyway.

...but before that, she's looking for you, Robin.]

Edited Date: 2010-10-17 06:52 am (UTC)

[Hint: She'll be reading a book out in front of the cottage. It's a nice, cool day after all.]

[Then Nami will find her by dint of sticking her head out the front door and giving a relieved smile.] Robin!

[...and then stopping short, because it's a bit late to be saying so I saw you had a bad dream, isn't it? Even if that didn't sound like the most awkward thing ever.]

...hi.

[Lame follow up, really. Give her a second.]

[Not even glancing up from her book, because she's social like that.]

Good morning, Nami-chan.

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