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Luci breathes in deeply through her nose twice, then exhales through her mouth, watching as the portrait imitates her movements. She breathes in the scent of honeysuckle and lilac, she breathes out the scent of vanilla.
She lets the spraycan fall to the gutter where it makes a soft splash. Luci frowns and turns her gaze to the street, where dark red ichor is starting to ooze up from the storm drains.
The Sage pulls away from the sidewalk, eyeing the fluid cautiously, but Kuzuru laughs deeply. "I get it," he says, chuckling. "This is, what, the blood of my victims?" the demon asks as he dips his hand into a pool of what is indeed fresh blood.
A single droplet hangs on the tip of his finger. Kuzuru inhales the scent of life, and exhales the scent of hell. The gutters continue to pump blood into the street.
Luci eyes him cautiously. "I didn't Make it," she says with certainty. "Are you sure it's not, you know, maybe your subconscious-"
"I do not," snaps Kuzuru, somewhat defensively "have oceans of blood welling up in my subconscious mind."
The Sage is inspecting the growing pools of blood behind a pair of worn spectacles. "This," he says conclusively "is what one might call, a bad omen."
A gunshot echos throughout the dreamscape. It starts to rain.
"Oh, that's not sanitary!" complains Kuzuru. He wipes the blood rain from his face, glaring at Luci and the Sage standing worriedly beneath the Sage's umbrella. After an awkward few moments, Luci and the Sage shuffle around so Kuzuru can share the umbrella. The street is flooded, the blood almost up to their knees. Luci lights a cigarette with a shaky hand.
"Say Luci," asks the Sage conversationally. "Have you ever heard of a catboat?"
"Well," says Luci cautiously. "Is it anything like-"
"It is nothing like a cat crossed with a boat," the Sage interrupts. "A catboat is small sailing vessel, about twelve feet in length, with a single sail on a single mast set well forward in the bow of the boat."
"Like this?" asks Luci as she sketches on the wall.
Another gunshot is heard, but the trio ignore it.
"Yes, but the sail comes forward more," he replies pointing. Luci nods and makes the corrections. The Sage smiles. "Perfect!"
Luci grins, and starts to paint a life-sized version of the boat on the wall, under gentle direction from The Sage. By the time they full the painting from the wall and into the Astral Real, the blood is pooling up to their waists.
The three primes hop in the boat, which rocks unsteadily in the current. An earsplitting wail rocks the fabric of the Astral Realm, causing the buildings to shudder.
"Sounds like someone's having a nightmare," Luci says softly. "The poor thing," she adds, looking at The Sage.
"I suppose you will want to ease their passage into our metaphysical playground?" asks the bemused Sage.
Luci nods sadly. "He's a very active Dreamer. He might hurt someone, or attract...attention," she says, her weird gold eyes darting around uneasily.
She lets the spraycan fall to the gutter where it makes a soft splash. Luci frowns and turns her gaze to the street, where dark red ichor is starting to ooze up from the storm drains.
The Sage pulls away from the sidewalk, eyeing the fluid cautiously, but Kuzuru laughs deeply. "I get it," he says, chuckling. "This is, what, the blood of my victims?" the demon asks as he dips his hand into a pool of what is indeed fresh blood.
A single droplet hangs on the tip of his finger. Kuzuru inhales the scent of life, and exhales the scent of hell. The gutters continue to pump blood into the street.
Luci eyes him cautiously. "I didn't Make it," she says with certainty. "Are you sure it's not, you know, maybe your subconscious-"
"I do not," snaps Kuzuru, somewhat defensively "have oceans of blood welling up in my subconscious mind."
The Sage is inspecting the growing pools of blood behind a pair of worn spectacles. "This," he says conclusively "is what one might call, a bad omen."
A gunshot echos throughout the dreamscape. It starts to rain.
"Oh, that's not sanitary!" complains Kuzuru. He wipes the blood rain from his face, glaring at Luci and the Sage standing worriedly beneath the Sage's umbrella. After an awkward few moments, Luci and the Sage shuffle around so Kuzuru can share the umbrella. The street is flooded, the blood almost up to their knees. Luci lights a cigarette with a shaky hand.
"Say Luci," asks the Sage conversationally. "Have you ever heard of a catboat?"
"Well," says Luci cautiously. "Is it anything like-"
"It is nothing like a cat crossed with a boat," the Sage interrupts. "A catboat is small sailing vessel, about twelve feet in length, with a single sail on a single mast set well forward in the bow of the boat."
"Like this?" asks Luci as she sketches on the wall.
Another gunshot is heard, but the trio ignore it.
"Yes, but the sail comes forward more," he replies pointing. Luci nods and makes the corrections. The Sage smiles. "Perfect!"
Luci grins, and starts to paint a life-sized version of the boat on the wall, under gentle direction from The Sage. By the time they full the painting from the wall and into the Astral Real, the blood is pooling up to their waists.
The three primes hop in the boat, which rocks unsteadily in the current. An earsplitting wail rocks the fabric of the Astral Realm, causing the buildings to shudder.
"Sounds like someone's having a nightmare," Luci says softly. "The poor thing," she adds, looking at The Sage.
"I suppose you will want to ease their passage into our metaphysical playground?" asks the bemused Sage.
Luci nods sadly. "He's a very active Dreamer. He might hurt someone, or attract...attention," she says, her weird gold eyes darting around uneasily.
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