[That's probably not an uncommon question to overhear with the stamp rally going on, but does one usually hear it coming from above? A glance upwards reveals a leg dangling off the edge of one of those lovely, traditional Akabeni roofs. The leg appears to be attached to a man in his early twenties with close-cropped hair and narrow eyes. Those become obvious when he peers down to see who's passing beneath him.]
Oh. [Instead of looking embarrassed to be caught literally off (and some feet above) the beaten path, he grins widely.] Hey, are you doing the stamp rally, too? Whatcha looking for?
b. Hina Flower Gardens
[Though he didn't bring a picnic blanket--no real point, when he's a flower-viewing party of one--Obi came to the gardens prepared. He's got a bento, a pack of beer, and a primo spot beneath a blossoming tree. Depending on your point of view, he snagged it either by arriving nice and early or alarmingly late last night, and it's almost a shame such a great spot's gone to a single person.
Especially when he seems to be wasting it napping. He's just lying there on his back, hands folded beneath his head, front lightly sprinkled with petals, as though he hasn't a care in the world.]
Dream Sphere c. Reflection Glades
[Hang on, this wasn't listed as a trouble spot on the TDM, and that's the point.
This Dreamer either hasn't been around long or hasn't much shown his face. He's not showing much of it now, either: his costume's scarf is wound in such a way to cover his mouth and nose, and a headwrap covers his forehead. In the Dream Sphere, his hair is a multi-shaded, cloudy color, and his clothes are also various shades of grey. His eyes, however, are a sharp, clear gold, not the ambiguous amber-brown of his waking self. He's gathered that much checking his reflection in the perfect, glasslike lakes around here.
The glade would be a perfect nap spot, if he could sleep while Dreaming. Since he can't, the rookie Dreamer has been using his trips to the Dream Sphere to practice his moves. He summons and dismisses his kunai, summons them again and throws them whistling through the air, runs and flips and leaps to see how far, how high he can go.
Eventually, he finds himself at the edge of one of the melodically burbling brooks. He shades his eyes, gauging the distance across the water, takes half a step back, swings his arms behind him, dashes--
--And blinks across to the other side without transition.]
Oho! [He laughs, delighted and surprised, and steadies his footing. Bracing his hands on his knees, he looks back the way he came.] Well, well, isn't that a neat trick?
d. Reverie Necropolis
[This is no place for a Novice Dreamer, but Errant's always been comfortable with darker environments. He creeps soundlessly through the labyrinth, skin prickling with the familiar sense of danger. That sense intensifies at the mouth of an opening and he stops there, uncertain.]
e. Wildcard
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Obi | Dreamer Errant? | Snow White with the Red Hair
a. Moon Bunny Market
Ahh, let's see, which am I still missing...
[That's probably not an uncommon question to overhear with the stamp rally going on, but does one usually hear it coming from above? A glance upwards reveals a leg dangling off the edge of one of those lovely, traditional Akabeni roofs. The leg appears to be attached to a man in his early twenties with close-cropped hair and narrow eyes. Those become obvious when he peers down to see who's passing beneath him.]
Oh. [Instead of looking embarrassed to be caught literally off (and some feet above) the beaten path, he grins widely.] Hey, are you doing the stamp rally, too? Whatcha looking for?
b. Hina Flower Gardens
[Though he didn't bring a picnic blanket--no real point, when he's a flower-viewing party of one--Obi came to the gardens prepared. He's got a bento, a pack of beer, and a primo spot beneath a blossoming tree. Depending on your point of view, he snagged it either by arriving nice and early or alarmingly late last night, and it's almost a shame such a great spot's gone to a single person.
Especially when he seems to be wasting it napping. He's just lying there on his back, hands folded beneath his head, front lightly sprinkled with petals, as though he hasn't a care in the world.]
Dream Sphere
c. Reflection Glades
[Hang on, this wasn't listed as a trouble spot on the TDM, and that's the point.
This Dreamer either hasn't been around long or hasn't much shown his face. He's not showing much of it now, either: his costume's scarf is wound in such a way to cover his mouth and nose, and a headwrap covers his forehead. In the Dream Sphere, his hair is a multi-shaded, cloudy color, and his clothes are also various shades of grey. His eyes, however, are a sharp, clear gold, not the ambiguous amber-brown of his waking self. He's gathered that much checking his reflection in the perfect, glasslike lakes around here.
The glade would be a perfect nap spot, if he could sleep while Dreaming. Since he can't, the rookie Dreamer has been using his trips to the Dream Sphere to practice his moves. He summons and dismisses his kunai, summons them again and throws them whistling through the air, runs and flips and leaps to see how far, how high he can go.
Eventually, he finds himself at the edge of one of the melodically burbling brooks. He shades his eyes, gauging the distance across the water, takes half a step back, swings his arms behind him, dashes--
--And blinks across to the other side without transition.]
Oho! [He laughs, delighted and surprised, and steadies his footing. Bracing his hands on his knees, he looks back the way he came.] Well, well, isn't that a neat trick?
d. Reverie Necropolis
[This is no place for a Novice Dreamer, but Errant's always been comfortable with darker environments. He creeps soundlessly through the labyrinth, skin prickling with the familiar sense of danger. That sense intensifies at the mouth of an opening and he stops there, uncertain.]
e. Wildcard
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