[Dream Post]

[by_the_pricking]

::So you're in the sky. In Greek Ruins. On a balcony. There's an angel in robes with his wings spread out, reading a book. Those who pay attention will recognize this as the book the owner of Labirinto keeps with him.

However, the angel is turned around, and the light is conveniently bright enough to obscure his details.

He seems to be reading a sermon. It's quite relaxing.::

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[thefrozenstorm.livejournal.com]

*Sekuta is. Shocked to find himself on the balcony of some Greek Ruins. In the sky, at that. But he's even more shocked that the one there is an angel.

He is tense for a good moment, wondering how he got here, but he eases slightly as the sermon goes on. But still, he wonders: Where is he? Who is this? It's hard to tell with that light...*

[by-the-pricking.livejournal.com]

::And the angel continues reading out loud. Not a language you know.::

[thefrozenstorm.livejournal.com]

*... how odd. He attempts to focus in on the words, but... He can't figure out any basis for it, anyway...*

... Just what is going on, here...

[by-the-pricking.livejournal.com]

::In Japanese:: Happiness.

[thefrozenstorm.livejournal.com]

*... ... well at least that's a language he understands.*

"Happiness", hm?

[by-the-pricking.livejournal.com]

Yes. Happiness.

[thefrozenstorm.livejournal.com]

*... he considers this for a moment*

... Is this a general happiness... Or your happiness, hm?

[by-the-pricking.livejournal.com]

Happiness for the majority is my happiness. ::He does seem familiar, definitely.::

[thefrozenstorm.livejournal.com]

*... he really does. But he can't put his exact finger on it...*

... Just what is that, that you're reading from? I don't recognize the language.

[by-the-pricking.livejournal.com]

The language of angels.

[thefrozenstorm.livejournal.com]

*... he seems to laugh a bit to himself*

I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You seem to be an angelic being, yourself.

Though I'll... Admit, the book is familiar, to me.

[by-the-pricking.livejournal.com]

Oh, you don't recognize me, customer?

[thefrozenstorm.livejournal.com]

*... that gives him pause for a moment*

... I'll have to say the light and the wings made it difficult to, yes, sir.

[i-like-red.livejournal.com]

*Well this is weird. Juudai looks around him, not sure where he is. He quickly spots the angel and silently listens to him reading from the book he's holding for a short while, it is very relaxing, but also does sort of reconize the book.
After a while, he decides to start walking a bit closer to the angel, to see if he can see him a bit clearer*

[by-the-pricking.livejournal.com]

::He remains obscured. How odd. But he doesn't seem very tense when you do come near him.::

[i-like-red.livejournal.com]

*Since the angel doesn't seem tense with his approach, he decides to speak*

Erm, hey! Could you tell me where I am?

[by-the-pricking.livejournal.com]

In the stuff made of dreams, I'd assume. ::Their face is still not visible.::

[i-like-red.livejournal.com]

Dreams? *Juudai looks around again, then back at the angel* Well, if this is a dream then I guess that explains how I got here all of a sudden!

So...who are you?

[by-the-pricking.livejournal.com]

An Agent of the Lord if you wish to be technical, Yuuki Juudai.

[i-like-red.livejournal.com]

Agent of the lord? And how do you know my name?

[by-the-pricking.livejournal.com]

An Angel is the answer to both your questions. Why wouldn't I know your name?

[i-like-red.livejournal.com]

*Eventually it finally clicks with Juudai who he's talking to*

An angel...
...you're the owner of Labirinto, right? Lucifer, I think you said your name was. I kinda recognize the book... I've seen you with it in the store before.

[by-the-pricking.livejournal.com]

Correct. I am he. How may we service you today? ::Turns around, their face still obscured by the backlash of the sunlight, as they take a bow.::

[i-like-red.livejournal.com]

*Juudai tries to shield his eyes a little from the light, trying to get a better look, but obviously failing*

Kinda want to know why I'm dreaming this! Or... is this your dream?

[by-the-pricking.livejournal.com]

This is my dream, dear King. ::Yeah, I think he photoshopped his face out.::