10888/Absolutely Petra-fying

Absolutely Petra-fying
Date of Scene:	27 January 2020
Location:	In Dreams
Synopsis:	A phantasm takes a tour of a Petra-fied forest and ends up at a castle.
Cast of Characters:	Phantasm (Drago), Petra Emreis

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Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As the impending workday looms, more people are going to bed in prep for the early rising. And so, with the early bed-times comes an early start to Nick practicing his abilites.

He's traveled through a few and FORTUNATELY none have ejected him into anymore illegal labs so all in all, a pleasant assortment of vacation type dreams, carnivals, A random children's cartoon, and some guy working on his car. The last one was full of some language that got old to the raven's ear so the dream traveler decides to move on to the next dream.

Flying full tilt, he ends up pressing against an unseen wall before getting shot into the next dream.

*pop!*

Petra Emreis has posed:
Technically Petra's 'Work' was far from most. Truth be told, her entire life was, not least of all for its length. While she'd often spend plenty of nights out in the city, perhaps on the trail of some dangerous moster or horror...tonight that was not the case. Somewhere in the city, Petra's sleeping form lay on her bed in the underwear and shirt she lazily designated as underwear, a pile of books scattered around her from her studies. But the comfortable snooze of the sorceress who was developing a serious case of bed hair wasn't all that interesting, not least of all when compared to her dreams:

The castle was old, even in this day she remembered. Parts had fallen down or been destroyed and only a few of the once proud hunters remained. But it was her home...and it was beautiful. As she leaned against the wooden railing of the balcony, Petra could feel the breeze in her hair, the warmth of the sun while she looked down into the misty valley and woods that sat beyond. Fresh air, the scent of something baking deeper in the castle behind her...even she wasn't sure if it were a memory or merely a reconstruction of fondness...but damn if it didn't make her feel happy.

The room behind her was sized for a child, drawings of creatures both normal and seemingly mystical decorated the walls in colorful chalk and fittingly enough, a pile of books lay around her bed.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Upon getting his barings down on the other side of the wall, the raven's head turns as he glides in the daytime scene. Slaloming through trees gleefully.

Oh. Wow. Well it appears that the phantasm has flown into yet another winner in terms of visual.

The bird's path arcs upwards, errupting from the trees and mist. The sun backlighting the three foot wingspan of the bird as he momentarily assumes a 't' position.

The castle coming into sight, the curious bird's path adjusts, flying towards the structure. Oh yes. Many compliments to the dreamer for this one...

Petra Emreis has posed:
The Rave was new...but it didn't look out of place to Petra. The young woman stretching her arms over her head to the warmth of the sun. Of course, there were other things that were 'wrong', this was her room as a child and yet she walked as an adult. A peaceful morning like this was a rare treat without someone seeking her out to be trained or tutored...but the moment seemed to linger on into eternity. This place, the real 'home' she'd held and kept closest to her heart, it was long lost to history in the waking world, but the girl was smiling as she turns to look at the bird and blinks again.

It looked...strangely familier...and bigger than it should be.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The bird comes closer to the building, gliding closer and closer before reaching the brick. But instead of hitting it, his body turns, gliding alongside the wall before he lets off a croak of amusement to the game he's playing.

And how do games take a turn for the worst sometimes.

As he dives down, the raven ends up having to change his course quickly as he realizes that he had completely miscalculated the location of the balcony, inadvertently buzzing the occupant on said balcony

As the bird descends downwards, recovering, the elegant cries of the purplish black corvid filter upwards to Petra's ears. A familiar voice.

'...shiiiiiiiiiiii-'

Petra Emreis has posed:
The tower is stone, impact with it would probably hurt...impacting with the sorceress? Probably not ideal either. Covering her eyes with a little exclaimation, the woman steps back and takes a moment to look back towards the closecall. That voice was familier, but...well it wasn't supposed to be here. She'd probably remember this part of a memory. "What in the worlds?" she begins, lowering her hands to peek towards the direction of the corvid.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Tumble tumble, the raven's wings straighten out, body turning before it has a chance to land on anything. Well, so much for just staying in the background.

Flying back up, the raven looks to the woman on the balcony. "Sorry." The bird pauses, recognizing her. Talons set upon the railing as he looks to her curiously. How does he manage to come across people he's met before in these things?

Such a polite dream bird.

Petra Emreis has posed:
To be fair, it had only really been in passing with an armload of books that he'd seen her, but the white-haired girl just blinks at the speaking bird. She was a sorceress, but this was still far from 'normal' and 'everyday' even for her.

Frowning a little, she bends slightly, hands on her knees while she regards the apologetic creature. "What are you...where did you come from...?" A pause, it only seems to dawn her now as she blinks. "This is a dream, isn't it...I'm dreaming of talking birds now."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The bird looks to Petra quietly before giving a nod. "I was just passing through."

Petra Emreis has posed:
A blink, she bends down properly, tilting her head to the side as her arms go around her knees. "Passing through...you are a spirit? An oneiromancer?" Petra frowns, blinking a little. "You can simply wander into anyone's dream? That's supposed to be fairly specialized magic."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"An Oneiro-" The bird seems more puzzled than Petra, shaking his head, "Right now I'm a phantasm." He pauses, "We met briefly at the Sanctum. You wandered off to look at the books."

Petra Emreis has posed:
"So you followed me into my dreams?" she puzzles right back, frowning a little in her confusion. "Is...is that your preference to just saying hello to someone? I hear people could be dreaming of some sort of private stuff, or nightmares or something like that..."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Not my intent!" The bird replies quickly, lifting up his wings to wave off the notion, "I was out practicing and I came across this one. The scenery was nice so I thought I'd weave around for a bit, do some... agility stuff."

The phantasm sighs, "If it looks to be private, I usually will pop out as soon as I can." A thought drifts to Bean's dream, "unless it seems like they're in need of help."

Petra Emreis has posed:
"In need of help with pri-," she begins to repeat before shaking her head and giving a little laugh and straightening up. "Whatever 'floats your boat' as it were, I suppose." Turning back to the balcony after a glance towards the colorful room, the girl sighs. "This -is- beautiful though...It was my home a very long time ago."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"What?" The bird pauses.

...Oh.

"Not like THAT. I meant the nightmares..."

Shaking his head, he looks over to the room as Petra indicates it to be her room.

He leans back, looking at the castle wall before looking over to Petra, "...Just how old are you?"

Petra Emreis has posed:
"What a question? Isn't that meant to be impolite?" The white-haired woman questions, a smirk on her lips before her bared shoulders shrug.

She traces a hand over the wooden balcony, committing it to memory even though it could only have come from such.

"I am...around Seven hundred and Seventy years old."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The bird shrugs, "Probably. But then again by nature I enter into random people's dreams for practice so, why not go for a combo?"

He looks back over to Petra, considering the sorceress, "You look very good for your age."

Petra Emreis has posed:
A laugh, proper and pure comes from the dreaming sorceress, but she nods her head and shrugs her shoulders. "You should see my 'Mother'," she offers, turning back to face the bird. "One of the blessings of magic I suppose, to be as we want to be for as long as we want. At least as far as age is concerned."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Oh. I guess it's going to be an awkard time when I have to renew my ID." The bird murmurs, glancing around. "So, castle." The avian nods, looking around, "Very nice. Nicest place I lived in was a hotel. Did it get drafty a lot here?"

Petra Emreis has posed:
"I mean, it did...but you can close the balcony off at winter, light the fireplace, warm the bed..." she trails off and shrugs her shoulders. "Sometimes when I was little I'd just end up falling asleep near the fires in the main hall."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The raven gives a smile, "That sounds nice. The hotel didn't have a fireplace. But, the lobby was pretty warm. Sometimes on the slow nights I'd read in the lobby area and fall asleep there."

The bird tilts his head, "Did your mom sometimes scoop you up to take you back to bed?"

Petra Emreis has posed:
"Sometimes," Petra admits, leaning now with her back against the balcony and looking towards the childish chalk drawings. "I was smaller then obviously. She was a strict teacher, but as loving a mother as there could be."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"I think the strictness is because of the love. My mom was kind of similar. The oddest description I've heard of her so far was 'saint helicopter shield grizzly mom'."

Petra Emreis has posed:
There's laughter, proper once more and pure. "Mine was probably a 'matronly lightning storm', people were terrified of her most of my life."

Petra straightens up, shrugging her shoulders and walking towards the room. "So which is the 'real' you? Bird or boy?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Intimidation. The best form of defense a mom can have for her children." The bird chuckles, "I'm human. Born and raised. This-" He waves a wing, "Didn't happen until later."

Petra Emreis has posed:
A tilt of her head, the sorceress makes to sit on the bed and listen, gesturing for Phantasm to continue.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Um, well, if you're expecting some long soul searching quest story that led to me having this ability, I've got none." The bird admits, "I had a pretty decent childhoood before I was ten. The part afterwards until I became an adult, not so much. Made some friends, went traveling. And -"

He pauses, "Ok so there was a quest. After half my friends died in an accident I was on a quest to forget by drinking. And I chose the wrong damn bar to do the drinking in."

Petra Emreis has posed:
There was more to say, more to hear perhaps. Conversation and basking on the comfortable memory of her home... But fate can be cruel, Petra knew that all too well.

It was a fairly sudden shift, a shock brought on by the harsh buzz of an electronic alarm and suddenly the beautiful vista and comfortable castle was replaced...by the dark ceiling of her New York appartment and the glow of her smartphone alarm.

"Damn it..."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
With the sudden collapse of the dream world, there were two possible places the phantasm could have ended up going. However, Petra would not be able to continue her conversation as Phantasm got launched into another dream.

As the Phantasm looks to the grinning purple dinosaur dancing and clapping, the raven arches a feathery brow. "Uh... No."

He moves along. "Is he even still a thing?"