CABIN 1:E | CLOSED TO CABINMATES

[luckydragonsfoot]

Who: Jonouchi and Cabin 1:E
Where: Cabin 1:E!
When: Morning of Kazoo 5- right in the morning.
What: Jou just had a vision; it wasn't very pleasant
Warnings: Implications of possible future death, or past death, due to the discussion of both visions and related dreams.

Visions are expected. Visions are particularly expected before a mission, he knows that. And he's been petrified by them before, certainly- left heaving in his cot despite the fact that Kaseri was right there humming with magic, eyes wide, and heart racing.

They're not normally accompanied by a 'memory' though. Nor a dream, or at least a dream like this. A dream of dusty roads and clay built houses stained with red, of people's screams, and soldier's blades. Of being torn from the house roughly by the back of his head, pulled by the hair, but not fighting back.

Knowing he couldn't fight back.

Knowing that-

They would try- he has a vision of running, of someone holding something (someone?) close to their front. Of something chasing after them, knocking them down with such brutal force and rage, of it all going black-

"KhhH-HHOOOOAAAAUHHH-!"

Katsuya wakes up with a loud, choking gasp, holding his ponyta like a lifeline as she quietly knickers. The blond's eyes practically bug out of their sockets they're so wide, and for a good few moments he's simply unaware of the world as a whole.

...Unfortunately, he does share this room with others.

Comments

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Mnhhh..." Well, he can't really argue that completely...he'd love to, but fortunately for (both of) them, he's frankly all argued out. Heck, if he can, he'll go back to sleep in a bit.

Hm.

"...question is, how do I find 'm then."

[onehandsomeslickninja]

"Ask. And don't give me any backtalk about pride! Pride isn't worth suffering and misery!"

Rules for thee and not for me, maybe, Edge? But then again, Edge wouldn't admit to suffering even to himself.

[luckydragonsfoot]

Oi.

Oi oi oi- "Tha'-"

"Tha' ain't what I meant, I meant how do I find who t' ask, I ain't jus' walkin' up t' everyone on th' damn train an' askin' if they're good w'th therapy..!"

[onehandsomeslickninja]

Edge flopped back on his bed, leaving one hand up in the air to wave vaguely. "The ICPs, of course! Same way anyone who wants to address the train can do it."

[luckydragonsfoot]

He frowns.

"Hey cool question, y' do tha' f'r yourself, ever?"

If Edge has broadcasted anything that sensitive, then fine, maybe he'll consider it, but broadcasting 'hey, I need therapy' seems like a great way to get not therapy.

[onehandsomeslickninja]

"I basically declared war on the entire train once, does that count?"

Edge had... a very different way of handling some things.

[luckydragonsfoot]

That definitely does not count.

He decides it's too early for this. "...Tell y' what...I'll think abou' it, yeah?"

He probably won't do it, but, it'll be on his mind until he finds someone he Can trust with that info at least!

[onehandsomeslickninja]

"Just realize this! You have a way forward. It might not be easy, but if you don't take it, you'll be stuck exactly where you are. So ask yourself if that's what you want."

Edge settled back in, squirming a little to get comfortable. He still had plenty of sleep left in him!