[open] i dreamed a dream the other night (lowlands away)

[jackdawvision]

WHO: Edward Kenway and you!
WHERE: in your dreams. and then on the network.
WHEN: the latter half of March post-You Know What.
WHAT: local pirate gets Dream Viewer from the Goodwill and gets into all kinds of shenanigans.
WARNINGS: blanket AssCreed warnings (violence, murder, piracy) as a general rule but otherwise nothing!

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[It's been a long and stressful month for Edward. He doesn't need as much sleep as he used to, these days, but tonight he goes to bed determined to sleep much of the day away, because frankly he needs a break and maybe being unconscious for a while will do the trick!

Unfortunately, this hope gets well and truly dashed when he opens his eyes and finds himself nowhere near Bristol, Nassau, Great Inagua, or any of his old haunts back home, the ones he still dreams of. Instead he's—somewhere else entirely, and the only familiar thing he can find is someone from the app.

What were you dreaming about? Was it a good dream, or a nightmare, or something like those dreams you used to have back in school when you went up on stage and everyone started giggling and you realized you were just completely naked in front of God, your teacher, your crush, and everyone? Do you know what your dream could've used? Probably not a pirate and semi-Assassin looking around his surroundings with sheer bafflement but well, hey, now you've got one!]

...what the hell's going on here?

network | text; un: captainkenway

How do you stop walking into other people's dreams by accident and stay in your own dream?

Barring that, can you get drunk in a dream?

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[littlefury]

I-it's a little ways north. This fire isn't--didn't go past the residential district. It'll let out into regular streets and less damage, and then it's a short distance away.

[Even as horrifying a statement as that was, it was still a sort of cold comfort. It wasn't the entire city, or the entire world like it seemed to be.]

We'll be fine; this isn't a nightmare. [The dream flower from the same shop made that impossible, which spoke volumes to the kinds of nightmares Waver probably had. Gradually, the world began to move and function again, though beneath a strangely blurry haze that betrayed that it wasn't truly reality.]

...her name is Irisviel. This is...the aftermath of the Holy Grail War.

[jackdawvision]

[It’s a horrifying statement, and even more horrific is finding out what this is: the aftermath of the Holy Grail War. He knows the Holy Grail of legend, and looking at the damage a war over it has wrought has him shuddering at the thought of it. So much horror, all over one artifact.

And what horrors would the Observatory unleash?]

This is the aftermath? This is your reward for surviving? Hell, mate. I’m sorry. [He looks around, wondering where Diarmuid is. He’ll ask later. For now:]

If this isn’t a nightmare, Waver, I’d hate to see what a real nightmare looks like for you. [He steps up beside him, slipping into Eagle Vision as he does so and looking around, scanning for any spots of red lurking around.] Who is this Irisviel? A friend of yours? She seems nice.

[littlefury]

...She was an enemy Master, basically. [It wasn't the whole truth, but the reality was too complex to care about right now.] But after all this went to hell, she and I were the only ones left alive.

[Skating right past the implication of how bad his nightmares got with an uneasy grimace, Waver fell briefly silent; the less distinct surroundings grew less fiery and more blurred in tones of blue and silver; the half-recalled streets of a city dealt a terrible blow, and the stillness of the complete state of shock which followed.]

I couldn't walk, and she didn't know where to go. So we got each other out of that wasteland, and I stayed with her for two years afterwards.

[jackdawvision]

[He lets go of his second sight. Nothing stands out to him, so he relaxes a little more, fiddling idly with his hidden blade bracers. Basically—there's more to the story than just that, but Edward lets that lie for now.]

So you allied with each other and left the war behind. [He gets it. There's a haunted look in his eye just then as well, like he knows what it feels like to be one of a few left standing at the end of an era.] She seems all right. But...if she's a Master, and you are as well, where are Diarmuid and her friend?

[Or do they leave, when the Holy Grail War is done? Vanish into smoke and return to whatever afterlife they were pulled from?

He glances at Waver again. Good god, he's so small. He's barely older than Edward was when he first set out to become a privateer.]

[littlefury]

...

[Waver's arm tightened around the silently determined Irisviel, eyes downcast as his other hand wiped away ash and blood on his face. He was small for nineteen, but the weary determination worn into him that night so many years ago made him imperceptibly seem so much older for a moment in spite of that.]

...They're gone. Lancer, Saber, and Archer were the last three left. There's no Servants, no clear winner, and the only Holy Grail is whatever cataclysm set off all that fire.

[jackdawvision]

[...oh.]

Fuck. I'm sorry. [He reaches a hand out to squeeze Waver's shoulder, gently. He'll make fun of him for how tiny he is later. For now, all he can do is offer his sympathies.] How far can you walk on that leg? I can carry you there, you just have to give me directions.

[littlefury]

It's okay. Even in my dreams I don't really remember how we got-

[The world blurred and shifted again, into darker tones of nighttime blue. As it began to clear and sharpen somewhat, the surroundings remained hazy but recognizeable; an abandoned Japanese estate in some measure of disrepair. Habitable--barely--but coated in disturbed layers of dust and neglect as if someone had only been living there for the past few days. Alone for the moment, Waver dropped into a chair in front of a desk bearing empty glass vials and scattered paperwork covered with arcane sigils.]

-...home.

[jackdawvision]

[The world shifts, and leaves Edward feeling suddenly unsteady on his feet, which is something of an accomplishment considering how much of his life has been spent onboard a ship. He looks around, then brushes some dust off of the surface of the desk and perches on it, careful not to disturb the glass vials but caring less about the paperwork.

He'd...almost forgotten, what Waver had told him back when Diarmuid had fallen asleep. The man had died for him already. This was the aftermath.]

So this is your home. [He looks around, taking it all in.] It ain't half-bad, and hey. It doesn't look like there's a skeleton hanging around here, so it's already better than the estate I stole a bit ago.

[littlefury]

It was just a temporary thing during the war. No one was using it, so we snuck in and used it as a base. Definitely no skeletons, though.

[A broken-down ruin nobody would take notice of. Barely habitable, but enough for the shortest of terms.]

Irisviel took one look at the place and practically dragged me to her castle out in the forest instead. Cold as hell and way too much space for four people, but...it's not so bad.

[jackdawvision]

I can see why, but... [He circles around the room, looking around, a corner of his mouth lifting slightly upward.] It's quite a nice place, so I'm not surprised it drew you in. Needs a lick of paint and some repairs, but what doesn't?

[He reaches out a hand and just pats the wall.]

—smart of your friend to have a castle hidden in the forest. Trying to infiltrate a fortress is hellishly difficult. [He says having done it before.]