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Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ First Dream Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Forwarded to late night

[Good evening Luceti. Are you all doing well? Lets hope you're getting some good rest and shut eye because it's usually a long day in the craziest village ever.

Tonight another New Feather will arrive. A rather late arrival, but she came to join all of you. Dropping from the sky at full speed and then disappearing in a flash. Give her a good welcome as she comes to visit you while you sleep. No, she's isn't the tooth fairy. Or the sandman. She's another thing entirely.

Enjoy having a special visitor in your dreams.]

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[Derek glances over at her and gently reaches out push her out of range of the vampire's arms right before one hand twitches, reaching for her shoe.]

...Hope so. It's my job.

Who are you?

[She allows the push and with her couple steps back changes from the baseball uniform back to her red shirt, blue jeans attire.]

Interesting job then. I'm Paprika.

Derek.

Interesting skill you've got.

Comes with my job. Don't worry, you'll get use to it in here.

[She looks around.] Speaking of which, where is here?

Northwest of Tucson, in Marana County.

[Derek kneels next to the still twitching vampire, drawing out another stake and a hammer from inside his jacket. He carefully places the tip of it on the vampire's forehead. With one solid strike, that too is driven into the creature's skull, pinning it to the ground.]

...You don't seem too shocked. You've met vampires before?

Tucson? That's in America, right?

[She stretches a little, trying to ignore the sound of a stake being hammered into someone's skull]

No, not vampires. I've just seen stranger. [like cackling dolls as big as skyscrapers]

American southwest, yeah.

...must have an interesting job, then.

It's nothing really. I'm just a psychiatrist. [Okay, the alter ego of a psychiatrist but whatever. She does all the work, Atsuko just sleeps.] Doesn't really compare to killing vampires. Albeit it's a little barbaric.

...Not as barbaric as they are when you let them run loose.

[Derek inspects the area around the now opened 'grave', studying the trail of blood, looking off into the dense underbrush where it leads.]

Bet you hear some interesting stuff.

[He starts to follow the trail.]

I can only imagine, from what I've seen in horror flicks. [She begins following him.] Yeah, I have heard some interesting things. Nothing I can tell you about though.

Professional rules, right?

[As they walk, the trail of blood gets thicker and starts to get littered with chunks of things that glitter in the moonlight.]

You got it. Sorry if I disappointed you.

[She notices the thickening trail and does her best not to focus on it too much. Blood in dreams is just so wrong for some reason.]

[Derek shakes his head.] It's none of my business anyway.

[He stops for a moment, studying the ground again. It's becoming obvious what the 'chunks' are.]

...Might not want to follow. Won't be pretty.

[She stops at what he says. At first she wants to say something dramatic.

...But this is a dream. So it will be okay.]

I'll go with you. You might need backup again.

...it's not your responsibility.

[He starts to follow the trail once again, but makes no attempt to keep her from following. He seems weary as he walks, though. Worn.]

[She ignores his warning and follows behind him slowly. She wants to make sure he's at least safe in his own dream. Plus maybe he can give her answers if he's from 'Luceti' as Blue called it.

And she likes fight scenes.]

[The trail soon leads to a church courtyard. Derek pauses at the wooden doors, and then pushes them open.

Beyond the door, around the fountain, across the flag stones, even strewn in the tree limbs, are the remains of the order that used to reside here. Few of the bodies are intact.

Judging from the wash of scarlet everywhere, it's doubtful there's much blood left in any of them, either.

Derek hisses as he spies a hunched, quietly growling form at the other end of the open space. Hidden in shadows, the only easily seen detail of this person are the eerily glowing blue eyes.]

[She quietly follows along, watching but not speaking. The growling catches her a little off guard, but she doesn't say anything. She won't interrupt Derek, but if he gets in trouble then she'll probably come in again.]

[Derek is carefully stepping over and around the torn bodies, drawing his sword once he's halfway across the court yard. His stance is low and stalking, and he's gone completely silent. The 'creature' on the other side hisses now, and crouches for a moment before springing into the air, vaulting towards Derek.

For a moment, it's easily seen in the moonlight.

'It' looks exactly like Derek...if he were a vampire.

And then the two meet, and it's a mad scramble of limbs and weapons as they try, very obviously, to kill each other.]

[She notices the flash, but it doesn't register in her mind because of what happens right afterward.]

Derek!! [She quickly lets a sword form in her own hand, ready to charge in. Only reason she's waiting is because you shouldn't disturb a fast paced dream like this unless it's necessary. Barging into the main actor's fight scene isn't very nice of the supporting actress, right?]

[Both Dereks look up at the cry, and the one with the fangsgrins at her. Human Derek takes to opportunity to punch the demonic one in the face, and they once again fall into fighting.

Only, this time, the demonic one is trying to slowly make its way to Paprika.]

[She sees that grin and cringes inside, but puts on a small smirk to make sure it doesn't notice. Whatever it is.]

Need help, Derek?

No! Get back!

[He gasps as his doppleganger rips it's claws across his guts. He retaliates by slashing it open from groin to neck. They grab each other by the throat, still tearing away at each other like rabid dogs. Shadows start to emerge from the demonic version and engulf them both.]

[Another cringe. Blood in dreams will never cease to be weird to her. But that thought is quickly thrown when shadows begin to surround them]

Derek?! [Okay screw standing back. She sharpens her expression and starts moving towards the shadows.]

[Derek's eyes widen as he catches a glimpse of her approaching form. He nares his own teeth, which happen to be as pointy and sharp as the 'other Derek.]

Dammit, stay back there! He thinks you're food! Just run!

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