Sixth.

[azumods]

NIGHTMARE. Riley has been largely absent for the past day; he's needed the time, he's said, to try to sort out what should be done about Darkrai and Cresselia. Whether they can be contacted from a safe distance; whether there's something he can do to ensure that there's no risk to the rest of you. You fall asleep on Friday night. You don't remember deciding to fall asleep on Friday night; perhaps you were in the middle of doing something. Perhaps you were keeping watch over the rest of the group, perhaps you were talking to someone, perhaps you were unable to drift off and sitting up poring over notes or books by flashlight. Perhaps you were already well asleep by the time it happens. Either way, Friday night begins to slip into what's technically Saturday, and that's when you drop off. And you are, quite literally, falling. The sensation is a strong one, somehing that disorients you almost immediately, the sort of thing that happens in dreams only to be accompanied by a hypnic jerk that wakes you up safely in your bed, only that moment of awakening never comes. The landing isn't a hard one, however, wherever you've ended up; it's one you're aware of, but not one that hurts you in any way, there's no physical pain. There's only you, and the ground, and the absolute darkness surrounding you. You should get up. Get your bearings. The darkness won't last long, but what it reveals to you when it breaks might not be as welcome as you might think it is...

Comments

[eudaimonikos]

No, just means my eyes started off like this. It's actually very inconvenient, I didn't do as well in the body assignments as I could have.

[heritrix]

Geez, no kidding. Just look at you.

[You were ASSIGNED? Old, noodle thin, bad eyesight; talk about rotten luck.]

Whoever was in charge of that must have really had it out for you. At least you still have some hair left...

[eudaimonikos]

[is this turning into a roast? Michael reaches up to touch his hair a little.]

I think my hair is fine...there's plenty of it.

[discutio]

You look fine, stop bickering.

[eudaimonikos]

Oh. Thank you, Ignis.

[He sounds surprised and touched!]

[discutio]

[listen he may usually be blind but he's got taste, c'mon.]

[...besides, you complimented his eyes and now we're even, michael.]

[heritrix]

Like I said, you have that going for you. It'd kind of white, so it doesn't make you look any younger, but white's not... A bad color. You look distinguished.

[eudaimonikos]

Oh - yes, that's what I go for.

[He preens slightly.]

Better than being an immortal demon who looks like a twelve-year-old.

[discutio]

Or like you woke up in a chocobo stable an hour ago, for that matter.

[I'm sorry.]

[eudaimonikos]

Some people have no class.