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@mark t. › morpheus。 In the cold, dark basement Polemos found solace only in the brief seconds between being awake and falling asleep. When his head hit the pillow he knew he was in for another night of terrors, albeit ones that no longer scared him like they used to. He was so accustomed to the destruction - the sickness and death that plagued his thoughts and being. Polemos would simply watch as the images passed by, perhaps twitching once or twice over top of the covers because he refuses to feel trapped beneath them. This is why, when staring into the eyes of a dying man in a similar dark green uniform he realized something was wrong. Polemos, retaining the face of his human form Jaewon, blinked as the visage below began to warp into that of his wife Hybris. A call of birds rang throughout the battlefield as machine gunfire grew distant.

This isn't right.

Dropping the figment of his wife into the dusty ground he shot up to survey the area, finding a ripple in the scene. There was someone /in his head/. "Get out!" he roared, pulling the pistol from his belt and aiming it towards the unidentified shape. As best as he could he started to push the other out of the nightmare while firing a few shots, and once it was done found himself whipping forward to sit up in his bed, chest heaving from the exertion. However, he had no time to recover as he immediately searched the room for the person at fault. "Who's there?"

[] gah-- i'm sorry this is so late! ;;

@jaewon j. › polemos。 Morpheus was probably an idiot. He played with the thought just about the entire way down, at most. To tamper with the dreams of someone who wasn't mortal was risky enough. To penetrate the dreams of someone who lived what he would like to think was a genuine nightmare? Now that was asking for some type of trouble. He had always been more curious than cautious and his new hobby was to probably be proceeded with as much caution as possible. In any case, this would not deter him from his intrusive snooping and he was currently too far in to back out now. This is what led him to truly believe he was without sense. What he witnessed in Polemus' dreams was to not be spoken. He was horrified and speech had failed him in the moment.

In the form of Mark, he walked through the nightmare almost unnoticed but he couldn't care too much about himself when he could feel the destruction seeping off of the dream like sweat. In a moment of heroism, he quickly decided to fix the predicament the best way he knew how. Kneeling, he put all of his focus into shifting the atmosphere from cold and fearful to something more inviting. This of course led to a series of dizzy spells and a pounding headache. "It never takes this much work, come on-" he urged the air that puffed around him but to no avail. He hadn't even realized the commotion he was causing til someone else did.

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