User blog:Ziharku/Log 15: Nightmare

Eyes, glowing, staring at me. So many shadowy figures staring at me from the dark, surrounding me. Claws, hands, all manner of limbs reaching in to get me.

I awoke with a shudder, cold sweat covering me. So long I've been complacent, my being surrounded by comrades warding off the nightmares. Why is it that the nightmares are returning more frequently? I take my pillow and a blanket, head to the room next door, whose room I can't recall. I merely catch sight of a chair in the dark an sit, straddling it backward. Pillow rested on the back, blanket on my shoulders, I lay my head down to sleep again, feeling some comfort in the presence of the sleeping body not too far away.

A scream, and pain. This is how I awoke, immediately followed by being knocked out, the next morning. Apparently the room belonged to the Red Mage, a Hume female. Quite shocked was she to find a visitor that she'd screamed, immediately summoning her older siblings to aid her.

Currently, I find myself with my arms bound to my side, body to the back of a chair in the dining area, as they loom over me menacingly. The Monk, a Hume female, and the Dragoon, an Elvaan male like myself. Rather than the shuddering fear I should have had opening my eyes to such terrifying aura, I try to recall how it is the three are related without having mixed blood. Something about remarriage comes to mind, but my head is too foggy from the blows to the head I seem to have taken.

Before they can continue to assail me, my companion enters assuring them I meant no harm. The Red Mage, thinking, agrees that the motion was likely an accident or of intending no darker purpose. More drowsy and yawning faces trickle in, unsurprised by the scene taking place as they began scrounging around for some form of breakfast.

Still unwilling to share the burden of my nightmares, I try to explain through an aching jaw that I must have just gone into the wrong room in a daze after retrieving a drink for my parched throat. With a sigh, the Dragoon tells me that I should be more careful since the genders aren't separated in the living quarters. Still unconvinced, for I see it in her eyes, the Monk takes me by the collar lifting me to eye level (which isn't very high to be frank, though how so small a body would lift the chair and me so easily I almost can't conceive) uttering a warning about what should happen to me if such an incident occurred again in a low growl that sent a chill down my spine.

Whether by intent or accident, I can't help but wonder. The Ranger chose that moment to pat her soundly on the back giving reassurance that I'd be more careful. That pat, however, ruined her footing, sending her forward due to my weight in her hands. I do suppose the chair was old (or that I've put on some weight.....) for the legs brake on contact with the ground, putting me flat on my back with her landing on me in such a fashion that our faces are....well far closer than they need be. A shade of bright red shoots across her face, blushing I'd imagine as she saw me so close, followed by a deeper shade, surely rage. In one motion, she took my collar again, stood, and flung my body, still tied, into the Ranger sending us through the wall just behind him.....Well, sending me through the wall. He managed to avoid that attack for the most part, or perhaps he stumbled drunkenly out of the way, only one of my legs clipping his right arm.

From what I heard on awakening for the third time today, there was a fight, or rather, a dancing display as the Ranger ducked and dodged blows continuously, drunken fist avoiding the Formless Strikes of the enraged female until his bottle ran dry and became the blunt instrument that silenced the rage with a swift thrust to her gut.

The little White Mage, having been quiet for the duration as he ate his bread let out a cheer as she fell and the Ranger left for more of his favorite drink. A sinister glare silenced the cheer though, and sent him scurrying out of the room. With a laugh, the Dragoon came over to help her up, only to be punched in the stomach for laughing. He landed on his side, mouth agape.

........I hope she isn't so violent towards troupe members during missions, or I may pass on assignments for fear that she'd use my body as a projectile once again.