[open] perchance to dream...?

[somnusrex]

Who: Ryner Lute and whoever's unfortunate enough to see his dreams
Where: Ryner's head. I'm sorry.
When: Throughout Chapter 4
Summary: dreams, nightmares, and all the fun that comes with them.
Restrictions/Warnings: Wow, a lot. Uh. Child soldier, genetic experimentation, marginalization (is that a warning?), being shunned and outcast, gore, death of children, suicides, etc.

Various dreams and nightmares in the comments! All are open, if you'd like something special feel free to let me know! I'm happy to set something up.

Comments

canon memory cw: mention of mangled bodies i guess

[somnusrex]

It was just a series of flashes, really.

Nothing too bad. Mainly just arrows and a bunch of soldiers on a battlefield. A whole lot of soldiers, in old timey armor. Their leader was also in armor, yelling orders.

But all Ryner could hear was the word "monster."

It was being spoken all around him, either whispered fearfully or said more loudly by those asking that he be put down, that all he could do was kill and destroy.

But no, those were different flashes, tinged in red and in a different place. A village, with huts that had been ransacked. People killed, lying bloody on the paths. Because of him.

That was what he was. A scourge on the earth, a demon meant only to tear things apart, whether or not he wanted to.

Someone important said it next. Back on the battlefield. He couldn't see him; the figure was washed out by greenish blue. But the voice was familiar.

It wasn't said to him, but the equivalence was enough. There had been an official order to kill him should he go out of control.

He left, sadly. As he usually left. This wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last, but the blood and bodies were simply too many and it wasn't as if he could hold it against anyone.

He didn't blame them. Any of them. This was what should happen to a monster, after all.

canon memory/Overjoyed memory: cells and confinement and some experimentation in the OJ sections

[somnusrex]

The walls were bare. Well, the entirety of the room was, if it could be called a room. A "bunk" was what he'd been told before he'd been shoved in here, but it was a cell. It was too small and dark and empty to be anything but. The only thing in here was him. And a cot. Otherwise? Nope. There wouldn't have been room for it anyway.

The walls shifted from stone to steel and back again, but the floor never changed temperature. He found himself unable to sleep on the cot. It was shrouded in waves of color he didn't understand but distrusted anyway.

He read a lot, in stone. In the steel too, but that was augmented with modifications to his body and mind, overheard voices deeming him a success, but with embedded failures. Not enough to deem him a failure on the whole, but "improvements must be made with the next batch" and so on.

It didn't really matter. The loneliness got to him, but it was just a part of it. Being a prisoner was like that, although no one ever called him that to his face.

And still the walls were bare.

Canon/OJ, cw: violence, gore, going berserk, genetic modifications, death

[somnusrex]

He was young.

People were everywhere. Soldiers. Yelling, killing, massacring the entirety of the village, and all because of him.

It took him fast, the feeling of no longer being himself. As if from a distance, he watched the bodies of countless soldiers fall, blood staining everything crimson in the darkness. But he couldn't care. Not enough to stop until they were all dead and he was wading through the flesh torn asunder. It was piled nearly to his knees.

And then, he was larger, but still not fully grown. In a field, his friends having been killed, and he had turned on everyone. Coming close to killing people he cared about. Because there was no caring, then. Only erasure of everything that they were or had been. His eyes were closed.

Then, an R&D unit in some sector he couldn't identify. Bodies, surrounding him. His own mind humming with its cacophony of circuity on fire and the infrastructure, all technical components, completely destroyed. An explosion? Maybe. it didn't matter. All that did was erasing it. The bodies at his feet were simply bystanders, but he couldn't care. The noise in his head was too much.

Later, a blonde warrior with a sword telling him that if he'd really wanted to kill her, he would have by now. She finally closed his eyes and made things better, but he cried because, even if it hadn't really been him, he'd wanted to kill her. To make her into nothing.

A ship, light years from anything. A mission, of some sort. His mind was buzzing again, and all the diagnostics of the technology were hitting him like a thousand bricks at once and it hurt. But it wasn't him, just figures and tables and ways to make it stop working, to dismantle it entirely, to destroy the whole ship. Which he'd come close to doing already, if the mangled and detached body parts were any indication. But the auxiliary life support system was still functional...no. "If anyone's still alive, get out! It's going to - I can't make it - it won't be destroyed, only erased -"

just silliness, really. Overjoyed memory; afternoon nap

[somnusrex]

The compound was silent, Sion's office espcially, since Ryner had been the only one to play hooky from the mission. All the better to take a nap.

but there were footsteps, as there always were. Even when he left, Sion kept staff on hand. Which made sense, but he was going to be in for a reprimand if found. And then Sion would come back and scold him and it was all too bothersome to deal with.

He was stretched out on the couch, the fuzzy blanket over him, wanting to catch up on some sleep.

It wasn't as if the couch was too small, or anything like that...

"Before you come in, just know that we're the only ones here, no one cares if you take a nap. I'm gonna, and I won't tell if you don't. There's room here if you want it."