knightwings: (and all I wanted was  -)
Well, thankfully, Thanatos is somewhere else - because the door to their dormitories? Is locked. Locked and guarded by one (1) twenty-year-old Minato with headwings, dressed in a white shirt and white pants, face is a perfect mask of neutrality.

Magic users within a twenty-foot radius will sense a sphere of protective wards and very old magic, four different magical signatures present, one of them swinging back and forth between dangerously low and extremely high.

Those rooms near to his (eastern corner of the fifth floor) may or may not experience fluctuations in electricity and magic use; there are times where spells will be dampened, others would be strengthened fivefold.

The Grand General will receive a note reading thus: "General, my brothers and I would like to apologise for the awry magic. We will rectify this as soon as possible, please bear with us a little bit longer. Regards, Morpheus."

Nope, nothing to see here. Hypnos is still doing his job of making people fall asleep. Him standing in front of his locked dormitory door? Just a quirk of his.

[ooc: Morpheus has replaced his father temporarily in his duties in the DR. Aside from siblings and Nyx, everyone whom he interacts with will be temporarily fooled.

Be deceived? Figure it out? There's the god himself (?).]
knightwings: (so goodnight goodnight)
It's midnight, and most of the Mall is winding down; normally functioning humans usually go to sleep at this time. Normally functioning mortals as well. The moon hangs large and round, pale yellow filtering through windows and rooms..

If you're still awake, and coherent, you'll start to hear...laughter. Children's laughter. Echoing through a suddenly dark, and asleep Mall, quiet, comforting, relaxing.

This is where they work. Here and there you'll spot a boy of eight, sometimes blue-haired, sometimes brown. Their touch varies; one will bring light, the other dark, the other grey dreams. Watching them, from the shadows, from the corner of your room where you lie, is the god of sleep himself.

[ooc: aka GO FORTH MY LITTLE HELLIONS post. Hypnos has three kids: Morpheus, Phoebetor, and Phantasos; for the sake of this post we assign good dreams to Morpheus, nightmares to Phobetor, and normal, run-of-the mill (with a touch of both good and bad) dreams to Phantasos. Hypnos can create all three, and will be at random.

Caveat: Every dream has a catch. Good dreams will always have one nightmarish element in it. Nightmares will always have one moment of small comfort. Normal dreams will make a person end up in tears - or almost in tears - but from joy, or sadness? You can never tell.

Comment in subject line which god you'd like to have in your room tonight. As I am not omniscient when it comes to your character's canon, uh, you can...help me along, or something.

ALTERNATIVELY, you can just meet them poking around in the Mall. Just...yeah, dad out with his sons, being relatively normal and terrorising everyone with their kiddie antics, etc. If you want this, leave subject line blank. &hearts]
knightwings: (I don't think I agree with that sir)
[In the dorms? Spot one of these?]



[Spot one of these? They're skittish animals - one of them might be sniffing your feet a moment, and then running under a nearby sofa the next, or hiding behind one of the plants.

There's a Minato somewhere in the dorms with that same expression, lying on his stomach in front of one of the doors in their corridor, saucer of milk plus one lone kitten in front of him. Because. Dude. My girlfriend is in a coma. Is this karma or something.

Bring them back? Or just looking for someone to troll? Because owning a bunch of adorably sad kittens is not. Manly Or, by any chance, got milk?]


[ooc; be prepared for slow tags spread over the week ;)]
knightwings: (naked women where?)
There's a small child - about five years of age - blue-haired, grey-eyed, white-winged at the temples, and more importantly, screaming at the top of his lungs - running across the corridors of the dormitory, down to the Mall.

It would be okay, except for the fact that the plantboxes are randomly bursting into fire or icing over, that the benches are being broken in half by errant magic, that people are randomly dropping where they stand, asleep.

You'd think this is a temperamental Hypnos, but then - who would be that marginally older Minato with headwings chasing the boy clear across the Mall?

[ooc; if you don't mind slow tags, then go ahead. it was either this or tim gunn. you don't want tim gunn, do you?]

[SOB I have to go back to enrolling, will pick up tags in a couple of hours.]
knightwings: (and all I wanted was  -)
Bad day? Perhaps. The night is young and the night is full and the night is bright acid-green outside your window, but you don't pay it any heed as you rest your weary head and close your eyes.

You open them once again.

Lucid dreams - some people have them all the time, some do not. Some wish for that control over dreams, some do not and shy away from it. But here you are, in a dream that you know is a dream, and reality holds no power over here in your own mind.

And around that corner, behind that lamppost, outside that door - you can just catch a glimpse of blue hair and white wings, and a single fleeting moment of overwhelming loss.

What do you dream about?

---

[ooc: Hypnos is still doing his job, and for some reason, his realm has breached that of most realities; thus his usual dreamwalking will include the residents, and even those who are outside the DR. However, the Hypnos you will be interacting with has spent the last five hundred years searching for his brother (he will be taken from just before Takaya summons him), and will be, understandably, cranky. Toast this is your fault hnnngh :| Y U LEAVE ME ;A;

The character will remember nothing of this dream once he/she/it wakes up - at least, until said character meets Hypnos once again.]

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