Log:Dreams

Kings of Edom 2013/09/10 	 Bee Sasha

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Champions Mush - Tuesday, September 10, 2013, 2:37 PM

Workout Room

''As if from a Japanese period piece or possibly nature documentary the scene is one of a waterfall high in the mountains. Coniferous trees surround the small hidden valley as water cascades from the clifftop, crashing onto rocks beneath and forming a deep plunge pool. A small stream forms at the far end of the pool running away into the surrounding forest while a hokura stands at the side of the pool with a small offering of rice and sake placed before it. ''

Sasha sits by the edge of the pool dressed in his workout clothes. His left hand dips down into the water as he meditates with legs folded lotus style. Or perhaps he sleeps as the youth seems totally relaxed.

Sasha 

This youth stands about 5'10" tall and has a wiry, gymnast's build. His hair is dyed a raven black with a burst of red in the front. He has a warm clear complexion with a slight scar on his upper lip under the center of his nose. His eyes are a pale glacial blue. Overall, his physical attributes make him as pleasing to the eye as most professional models. 

''He is dressed in a white A-line shirt over a pair of white highcut workout shorts. A pair of flip flops accent his feet. He has multiple tattoos on his left arm as well as his back (see +finger for image file). A few faint scars can be seen peeking out underneath the shirt on his back. His fingernails are painted black and two thin leather bands circle his left wrist. ''

Bee strolls in the door. Noticing Sasha, she makes an effort to close the door quietly behind her. She walks up to the relaxed man, pauses a moment to look him over then sits beside him, also in lotus position, but facing him.

Sasha's eyes flicker as if in REM as his breathe comes slow and regular. His left hand twiches slightly sending small ripples out into the pool.

Bee breathes, slow and regular, consciously matching her rhythms to Sasha; pulling herself into his peace if such a thing is possible.

After a few minutes, Sasha's left hand twitches strongly in the water. He begins to murmur softly in a variety of languages. Phrases and words are mixed together in apparent nonsense.

Bee laughs, "Okay, now I know you are asleep."

Sasha's eyes open at your voice, his pupils almost filling his eyes. He says in a deep resonant and wholly un-Sasha-like voice, "The Herald grows into his power. The Kings of Edom stir in their graves. The seals crack under the White Lady's dance."

Bee does not move from her lotus position next to Sasha. Smiling, she says in Russian, "Good morning sleepyhead. Sorry I disturbed you."

Sasha blinks as sweat breaks out over his exposed skin. His pupils diminish in size to normal as he lets out a yelp. "Bozhe moi!"

Bee says, still in Russian, "Welcome back. What is Edom?"

Sasha reaches up and rubs his face with his hands. In a slightly muffled tone, he says, "Is is not one of the Biblical kingdoms? I think Father Simyon talked about it last week at service. Why?" He also speaks in Russian.

Bee says, "The Herald grows into his power. The Kings of Edom stir in their graves. The seals crack under the White Lady's dance."

Sasha looks at you. "Did I say that?" He seems a bit disturbed as he shakes out his left arm. "Damn. Must have fallen asleep. Pins and needles."

Bee says, "Do you tend to have literal dreams or symbolic ones?"

Sasha laughs softly. "A bit of both. Like most people. What odd phrases." He is obviously shaken and having trouble re-establishing his normal demeanor.

Bee says (still in Russian), "Center." A command, but issued in the tone a teacher gives to a willing student instead of a reluctant one. Then she resumes breathing, a trifle louder, but still in Sasha's original rhythm.

Sasha's shoulders straighten as if coming to attention as you issue the command, but then relax as he picks up your breathing pattern. He closes his eyes and with effort slowly regains control.

Bee gives Sasha time to refind his center, but not enough time to fall asleep again. "Better?" she asks, when he has had time to get solidly back.

Sasha says with eyes still closed. "Yes, it is better. A very disturbing dream." He quirks a grin his eyes still closed. "And bad form on my part to fall asleep."

Bee rises. "Especially now. I've received word that at least three metas - possibly more - are in town targeting myself and those close to me. Unfortunately, they may not be discriminating: you could qualify as a target.

Sasha smiles slightly as he cracks open an eye. "good think I have never been seen outside this room with you then, no?"

Bee says, "Six of my employees have woken to find threatening notes on metal spikes *inside* locked rooms." She turns and walks to door, pausing there just long enough to say, "You have my warning. Ignore it or not.""