[SUBCONSCIOUS POST!]

[capthlock_rage]

[in a field lit by the rays of the sunset, beneath a rainbow, there is a signpost. The signs are attached haphazardly, and none are identical. Some are ornate, and some in shambles, but all of them point in different directions. If you look closer to read the words, you'll see not only places, but names, dates, intangible concepts... you name it, it's there.]

[at the foot of the signpost sits Prince Zuko, working intently on what appears to be an in-progress cross-stitch that reads: "HONOR, SWEET HONOR." A tiny raincloud hovers right above his head, drizzling on him. If you squint, it appears to have a face.]


((OOC: Because I missed the subconscious post, but still wanted to play. This is open to anyone!))

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[capthlock_rage]

[shivers, curling in on himself slightly]

[the9thdream.livejournal.com]

Keep thinking about those happy things~ somewhere niiiiiice and happy.

[the echo in her voice has resolved into a dual tone, like there's another voice speaking quietly under hers, and it's somehow familiar]

[capthlock_rage]

[that's both soothing and unnerving. DEEP BREATH]

... okay...

[the9thdream.livejournal.com]

Just think of nice things ...

[there is an odd tugging sensation, like someone is pulling his hair--and lower than that, like fingers are inside his head and drawing out: not hard, but kind of an odd mental tickle. the scenery is flickering a little, as well: the signs are fading out of sight, and the sun is getting a little stronger, like it's rising again]

[capthlock_rage]

[he'd be a little more weirded out by someone controlling his mind if he wasn't... kind of used to manipulation, sob. focus on puppies FOCUS ON PUPPIES]

[the9thdream.livejournal.com]

[hooray gamboling happy puppies!

meanwhile, man, it is getting hot; the mental sun is now up at dead-noon position, and it is beating down with enough force to be unpleasant--and is also bright enough to obscure most of everything else]

[capthlock_rage]

Hey, what-- this isn't -- I think I'm doing this wrong?

[the9thdream.livejournal.com]

[from somewhere somehow out of sight, though her voice is coming from in front of him]

You have to learn how to blank ev~erything out. Whatever it takes, however it happens.