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JoJo's Bizarre Grail War Part 2 - A Fate/Z-Machine Adventure
Stuffman:
For anyone trying to make sense of them, here are the previous two dream sequences:
#1:
--- Quote --->Snowflakes lazily make their way down the crystalline surface. With each moment, it the motion becomes slower, lazier. This is good, it is as it should be. Bit by bit, they approach an asymptotic stillness, growing ever closer, yet not quite reaching it. As it should be. This is the correct way of things. A young woman toils on the other side of the curved surface of the glass, in a dry and dusty place. The grass is brown, the trees are small huddled things. Dryness fills the air. The young woman swings a hammer at the side of a rickety trailer house, securing loose siding into place. The wind blows, disturbing the dust and kicking it into the air in sharp, unpleasant spirals. Then they slowly drift to the earth, losing the momentum that the wind imparted. This is better.
>The woman only barely knows what she is doing, but this does not bother her. She is confident in her work. There is no need to get anyone else involved. There are neighbors, but they are not welcome this deep into her life. She does not need them, they do not need her, and she is content with this. There is little hope here, but that is fine too. It is an illusion, something to be taken away at the merest whims of greater forces. This cannot be helped, this cannot be changed. All that can be done is adapt to it.
>Snowflakes drift along the glass, carried by the the whims of the world. They float aimlessly, coming closer and closer to perfect stillness, never quite reaching it. This is good. A woman in rough leathers chants in a thick forest, invoking a song to please the land in a tune that the ears of no human can decipher. Soon the time will come again, but for now all is peaceful. This is all she can ask for.
--- End quote ---
#2:
--- Quote --->Leaves twirl on the wind. With each moment, their motion slows, no less graceful and no less beautiful. This is good, it is as it should be. Their motion, the wind, the shaking of the trees, it all comes to an asymptotic slowness. never quite coming to a stop, but slowly inching across the sky. This is the correct way of things, bringing a sense of contentment. Forest stretches in every direction, living and vibrant. Birdsong and insect hums fill the air, each note coming a bit later than the last. You smile. It is good.
>Someone runs through the forest, their steps dulled as if moving through water. That is good. She is a young child and a mature woman, pushing the boundaries of her world. Each step takes her further into the unknown, and she rejoices. Each step is slower than the last, an you rejoice. Her youthful enthusiasm runs wild with each new sight. Her developed sensibilities take in each new bit of information, trying to derive more knowledge from it. There is no longer a forest, simply a world of myriad combinations, numerous potential recipes and reactions. Somewhere out there is the next step toward the end of the journey. To the east, glowing like the faintest of sunsets, there is pain.
>Brown and red leaves twist through the air, drifting downward. With each moment, their descent slows. This is in accordance with the world. A woman in browns dashes through them, each step bringing a crackle of of smashed leaves. A woolen cloak flutters out behind her, the hood pulled up. Each note of of her footsteps comes slower than the last. Her run is displeasing in its speed, but it too is slowing. You can hear others chasing her, but she is not worried or frightened. They are doing precisely what she wants. Their angry shouts becomes cries of dismay, and she stops. The world is not still, but almost. It is perfect. To the east, glowing like the faintest of sunsets, there is pain.
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Each dream is probably referencing a different master. #1 is probably Kimimela and #2 could be Eileen.
Since this new one obviously references us, (among other reasons), I have a feeling this is a posthumous one for Koch.
> "good mrrrngig"
Hello Purvis:
--- Quote from: Stuffman on February 14, 2018, 04:17:53 PM ---> "good mrrrngig"
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>"Morning," says Archer. "Things were peaceful overnight. Though, I think maybe another master drove past around 1:30 AM?"
>_
Stuffman:
> "kimimnnlnn?"
Hello Purvis:
--- Quote from: Stuffman on February 14, 2018, 07:34:31 PM ---> "kimimnnlnn?"
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>"Maybe, but I don't think so," she says. "I didn't get time to really get a look."
>_
Stuffman:
> "mmmm."
> Flop head back down.
> Flop head back up.
> "Crap. I forgot to make more Walls last night."