(Private)What Dreams Are Made Of

[Seraphina]

There was a bit of her that was amused that he maintained the distance. Distance didn’t mean much in Dreams, and it would be extremely easy for her to reach him without a second thought.
But she let him have his distance, maybe it allowed him to think outside his comfort zone.

Smirking, “There certainly is.” And in the Dream, there were endless ways.

Softly glowing eyes watch his movements, curious to see what he intended to try. Impressed that he was continuing to flex his imagination and use the environment.

He had promise.

But his choice of target hit a sore spot for her, and there was a flicker of a mix of emotion. Some anger and of course, Fear. That was part of her past she had still not gotten over. Her increase in Wyrd had brought those nightmares and memories closer then ever before.

Eyes flash a brighter shade of aquamarine, his attack failing, but the Treasured still lashed out.

Petals begin spinning around the Nixs hands as she shots them towards Kray. But the petals, while still pink, were not soft and velvety anymore, they had serrated edges. As they flew at the Orge, they encircled him, a literal tornado of pink and glints of deadly edges, seeking delicate flesh to slice into.

4 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2024-05-20 13:14:21	Seraphina rolls 12 to Environmental Attack(Wits+Empth+Wyrd) (10 Again)	1, 7, 10, 9, 4, 10, 4, 5, 6, 3, 7, 4, 2, 10, 2	4 successes

[Kray]

The attack might have been a total bust utterly failing to connect. But it hit home in a very different way, as the old phrase he had mentioned proved its own merits. That did something. Which he would promptly regret.

The whirlwind of shredding petals has no problem finding flesh to rend and slice, tearing at the very fabric of his psyche. The attack more then sufficient to force Kray from the dream and into waking.

Back in the tavern the Ogre lurches into awareness knocking his head into the wall grunting loudly, disoriented and scrambling at himself to beat back the image pressing against the space between dreaming and waking kicking fiercely to free himself and move. Away from the assault.

Gasping for air he comes to more awareness the phantom pain still very present. Everywhere.

Resist Vocalisation derangement (got from being reduced below zero wp in dream combat) 1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2024-05-20 14:06:06	Kray rolls 4 to Resist vocalisation derangement (got from beingreduced under 0 wp in dream)	4, 8, 7, 6	1 success

*

Not that he would have realised the difference but as he stoops there huffing and puffing his thoughts remain largely in his own head. He takes time to make sure he his safe, to know where he his the teeth bared in a monstrous snarl.

*I'll stick the degeneration roll and if anything comes of it on his character sheet for developing a derangement

[Seraphina]

As the petals found their mark, she realized what had happened. The attack was never intended to knock him out of the Dream, but here they were.

Frowning, she sighs and forces herself awake, slowly sitting up and looking around.

Spotting Kray, and hearing the bump, she grimaces, standing and heading to the bar. Once there, a towel has some ice placed into it as she also grabs a cup of tea.

Approaching Kray slowly, seeing the snarl, she knells down, offering the ice first, then the tea, “Sorry about that.” True remorse in her voice. "How do you feel?"

[Kray]

He pushes himself to his feet standing tall, making himself seem bigger then he his, and a little unsteady, all in all the wall seemed to faired worse as a horn nubbin has left a small dent. Kray pulls his coat on and over himself, a protective layer that dos nothing to help. While he has kept his thoughts internalised he seems either unaware or unable to stop frequent indecipherable sounds that might be the first formation or last breathes of words from slipping through his teeth.

Only then does he actually register Sarah. Even so something unfocused remains about the flinty iris' as if he is having trouble seeing what is in front of him. He pushes past her a few steps, leaning his hands on table, taking neither ice nor tea. ''Shit.'' He works to get his breathing under control. ''Really shit.'' He half turns, realisation breaking as a damaged psyche works to process, tiny fragments of whispers and nothing words still escape from his jaw. ''I didn't... When I showed you ... I didn't'' Searching for words. Hurt you. ''Like that.'' Whatever conclusion the Ogre's fractured mind is reaching, seems to be redefining how he sees the spring sovereign. He has never looked at her like this in their meetings few as they might be. Its both new found respect, new found fear, and new found ... hurt. Although hurt what exactly is hard to tell in the messy state he seems to be in. Maybe he doesn't even know himself.