"The new L.Corp, huh?" Limbus Company. A growing corporation with many whispering its name, especially after a series of varying events that had people talking. Though... "As long as they don't opening me up, and there being food and a bed, I don't mind working for you guys."

"A salad would be good." Adelaird nodded, getting up as she followed Zani out of the precinct. She winced under the sun rays, looking around to see more people walking about. "Everyone's out so early..." She mumbled, looking over to Zani, "So how's the coffee here? Is it any good?"

"Finally." Adelaird sighed in relief, shaking her head as kept her gaze on Vergilius, "Here is what happened, Red Gaze, I am no enemy. I was a gear that kept the Singularity going, which harvested dreams from people to turn into canned drinks and food. I only helped produce those dreams through my—

If you find me passing out...please don't catch me, let my head hit the pavement. Thanks.

"Gods, please, no. I beg of you, save your...breath? Do you even breathe???"

Chewing on some baby carrots.

"It's plenty valuable. Besides, for a cyborg, you're terrible at catching balls though."

‎ temp pin. ‎

Nothing. Adelaird didn't feel like challenging the Red Gaze, nor did she want to die. Plus- "No, seriously, I was just asking what dreams you usually have." She mumbled, gesturing to everything around them, "They ditched me. Consider me cut off from the group that you were originally after."

Horns and tail? Well, there is quite the beauty found in Zani and the way she speaks and treats people so she wouldn't be surprised if that's why she's assigned to greet 'trespassers' like herself. "Seriously?" Adelaird sighed at the idea of not being able to roam by herself but if it's just for—

"Everyday but I do that in my dreams."

"Yeah? And why would I wanna waste my time doing that?" She asked, tilting her head and raising a brow.

... "It's not my own dream." Her demeanor deflated—from listlessness to this bitter sadness. "I only follow the dreams given to me by the gods and I gifted everyone that comes in here with their desires—friends, family, lovers..." Adelaird sighed, grasping at her own ears.

"Echoes?" Adelaird raised a brow, unsure of what she meant, "...are they going to help me? That would be very helpful." She kept glancing at Zani, her usual impatience waning as she watched the horned woman, "...Miss Zani, do you dream? If yes, what are they usually like?"

Stomps out of anger. ... Stomps again out of more anger and sheer embarrassment.

...she never gets nightmares. If she does, it's always the same. Same white room. Same dusty floors. Same bodies under white sheets. ... And she'd wake up. "...man, this sucks."

🌙 Temp Pin 🌙

"Hey, if you're not a goalpost, you were just in the way, I guess."

"Some of them were taken from the Backstreets. Most, like the labworkers and fixers, decided to come to donate dreams." The strange woman's gaze returned to the bodies, as if the weapon that the Red Gaze held did not bother her. "They did come on their own will, to sleep forever in dreams."

🐇 Thinking of writing Adelaird's backstory like a kid's story book... Would anyone be interested to read it?

I used to drink and smoke a lot until I realized that those factors severely affect my ability to control and manifest dreams. ...now I just eat a lot of sweets. Though, I have to make up for it more than usual through daily exercise... Ugh.

Rubbing her neck, sighing in relief. She just woke up and has no idea where she is. "...did I sleepwalk?" That's impossible. In fact, she never does that. It's never possible. In all the time she's been alive, she never sleepwalks. ...unless— "Fuck, do I have to restrain myself now?"

"𝖬𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝖺𝗆." #mvrp #demonslayerrp

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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ 𝕐𝕆𝕌 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ —☆— ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 𝕐𝕆𝕌'ℝ𝔼 ᴍʏ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ㅤㅤ

Approaches [reader] and attempts to intimidate them.

Adelaird sighed as she travelled through an unnamed forest. She has no idea what people named these grounds but she recognized it through scent alone. Deep in the ground, after all, laid people she knew. "Man..." She sighed, holding a bottle of whiskey, "Coming here always makes me sick.'

"You do to me, I guess."

"No. No abilities to fight with. I'm alone and what's in the escort are just equipment of mine for my condition." Adelaird answered, brushing her own hair down and tying it up into a thick and long braid, "As for my condition, it's a kind where I fall asleep and then I don't wake for hours on end."

ᅠ THEᅠ BLUE ᅠ ㅤREVERBERATION . ᅠ ㅤ

And Adelaird stared quietly at the soft fabric, slowly standing and watching it in the light of the temple... Carefully, she curtsied and bowed her head low at the princess, "Thank you for this." Before standing back up, looking around in curiousity. "Look at that. From the very texture of the—

...the moment a dreamer says that they never want to wake up, you will never see me again.

After feeling rejuvenated and finally awake, Adelaird seemed to be more calmer but her patience was still running thin as she didn't even wait for Zani, silently working on the papers without a question. Maybe she understands what the other woman is going through, and so this time, she didn't—

Her eyes are brown, her height is short, and the way she's dressed, it was like she just woke up... But those hands are covered in red, holding a bouquet of needles with tubes that had a deep black and blue liquid once running through them. It also stained her clothes of pastels, coming from—

"Adelaird." The rabbit woman muttered, looking at her own nails and frowning when she realized she can't control...anything here so she can't manifest clothes for herself or heal herself. Maybe the dreamer infront of her right now has free reign over everything...

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ•° ... ㅤㅤ

...suddenly, Adelaird sat up with her hands grasping her own ears, squeezing them— "Fuck, ouch..." She hissed, brows furrowed as she scratched and tugged at them, "Ugh, sorry... Bad dream." She mumbled, still practically crushing her rabbit ears in her hands. "How long was I out?"

"I'm in no rush. You're the dreamer, you can do whatever you want." Adelaird reassured and looked at her own body, soon sitting to hug her knees—absolutely vulnerable, "Though I won't blame you. I'm not exactly a sight for sore eyes." She chuckled, shaking her head, "...sorry."

"You're tall and you glow red so yes."

"Huh? You just didn't catch it though. I clearly aimed at you ."

At that, Adelaird paused and slowly sat down as she sipped her coffee again, "...thank you. I really...well, I do need the rest." She paused and frowned, closing her eyes, "Mmm... Please don't try to wake me unless it has been more than three hours. Strange request but alright—

🐇 She's already 50/50 but leaning more on being good soooo...all it takes is just for her to be pushed hard enough that she feels she has no control over anything that she'll start conducting the Russian Sleep Experiment on everyone

"Miss Adelaird. Miss Adelaird." Someone woke her up and Adelaird woke up to meet eyes with someone she regards as important in her operation, "It is time to wake up, Miss Adelaird." The rabbit woman frowned and sat up from her capsule. Here, the space is slower. Energy consumption, age, bodily—

Throws a ball at [reader].

Flops.

"Maybe." The rabbit was also nude in the dream and seemed confused, alarmed even. Her own body bruised and battered, eyes moist with unshed tears. Despite the pain she must be in, she still held a stoic face. "Is this your dream? Sorry, I must have passed out nearby. I assumed this was mine."

—ℭ𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔛ℑ𝔙— 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓥𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓡𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓽 [ @redgazedguide.bsky.social ]