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ximilialog2021-11-02 06:24 pm
firstroar) wrote in ximilialog2021-11-02 06:24 pm
dreamwalk two | ota
CHARACTERS: Blue, any sleepin folks out there
LOCATION: Someone's subconscious
DATE: Late Oct/Early Nov, pre-mission things
CONTENT: Psychics gon' psychic, dreams gon' dream...it's free dream/memshare real estate
WARNINGS: none in the tl; tagged as needed
It happens one of two ways:
outside
inside
LOCATION: Someone's subconscious
DATE: Late Oct/Early Nov, pre-mission things
CONTENT: Psychics gon' psychic, dreams gon' dream...it's free dream/memshare real estate
WARNINGS: none in the tl; tagged as needed
It happens one of two ways:
outside
When he sleeps, Blue's subconscious stretches itself outward, instinctively drawn to things familiar to itself: Feelings, imagery, names...bonds already made or half-formed. It's in a Mu's nature to connect in this way, to be linked in thought and emotion, and this happens even in sleeping. The universe he hails from lacks much of the color and diversity and freedoms of others', but there are common lived experiences to be tethered to, for better or worse.
Peril and pain, longing and loss, hope and harmony...while Blue reprocesses his own volume of them, he unconsciously seeks out meaning in those notions which might flicker throughout the station in minds other than his own.
That means a routine recollection or predictable dream comes with something new this time.
inside
The door swings both ways, for when Blue is asleep, he can't consciously keep it locked, can he? So those who have even a passing capability to perceive matters of the mind or heart, be it magic or something more, could find themselves drifting out of their own dreamspace and into his own, where pastel marble floors mold effortlessly with sheer metal surfaces dappled with clouds that shouldn't hold any weight, let alone a person's.
It's where the sky is no sky, but a gaping field of stars not unlike the view outside a station window...save for the massive, red planet crowning the horizon. Beyond it, a pale blue dot no bigger than what Earth's moon would be glimmers in the dark. A lyre's strings are plucked from some unseen place, filling the place as one would fill a vast, empty room, and Soldier Blue stands at the edge of the horizon in his old, familiar vestments and headgear, absorbed in...something...until the shuddering of the dream's veil prompts him to acknowledge the presence passing through.
Red eyes turn to fix on the interloper, unsure of what they are perceiving yet.
This is still simply a dream, after all.
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Newt's terror ripples through the Mu, who only tightens his hold upon him as he takes in the sight of this creature and the dreadful reverberations it causes by simply being.
nightmares are not evil: they are ways the mind works to help itself cope with the things it has taken in, and sometimes they can be the only way some negativity can be addressed. but while they have purpose, they, like all other functions, can do harm unintentionally. Blue will not see it done now, as he could believe he was drawn here to keep the worst of this at bay.
so he does as he's always done, and he glows a shade of blue all his own. echoes of his own memories help him garner strength to fly as he used to - even encumbered with those he rescued, he could still fly so far, so fast...
so he will, rocketing past the beast and up, skyward, chasing stars he remembers from long ago and even ones from not that long ago, because even when he couldn't fly so far and so fast anymore, he did it anyway to save someone else.
it was Jomy then, but it's Newt now.]
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Oh.
[But this relief has a lifespan.
Impossibly, horribly, there is a large winged shape that climbs skyward toward them — the beast from below, with her glowing, awful mouth and her large teeth, big enough to consume them in one snap of her jaws. Otachi flies after them with a roar that seems to shake the empty space they float in.
No, Newton thinks with fear.
Otachi is flying right for them, gaining speed; this was a chase, and Newton's nightmares unflinchingly try to follow him to —
t a k e
g e i s z l e r
a l i v e
... You may have to fly faster and further than you thought, Blue.]
No no no — !
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[it seems that the more the fear heightens, the more resolute Blue becomes in defiance of it. so even as the creature grows closer, Blue glows brighter, his eyes upward to the starfield he demands the dream to give him. he's an interloper, an intruder, but he'll not be the villain.
he's not confined to his frail body here, and he carries the memories of the power he once wielded that had broken an entire moon. that's the kind of certainty he conveys.]
Believe in me, and you'll see you won't be harmed.
[because as certain as he is that he can impose himself as he wishes, it's all the more effective when the dreamer buys into it, too.]
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But Newt wants to believe. He wants to be free of them, just for tonight. So he nods and squeezes Blue in his grasp, less out of panicked fumbling, but of a determination he forces himself to feel. He looks at him with those blood-rimmed hazel eyes and asks the question that can bring him more certainty:]
You promise?
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In this space? I can't fail you.
I promise.
[he takes Newt's hope to believe in him, encouraged to impose himself more prominently. the glow around them blossoms and flares, bright like a supernova. Blue takes direct action to press upon the dreamscape - press and smear the monster rising to meet them, and blending his own wishes into the color of the place. and what he wants to see at their feet instead of a kaiju? the one thing he's dreamed the strongest to see - one thing Newt himself has already seen images of.
Earth. Terra. the pale blue planet lost to the Mu, but the home of the frightened scientist still hanging onto Blue.]
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Okay. [A watery exhale.] H'okay. I believe you.
[He has to believe him. What else does he have to believe in, when he's stuck here? He watches in awe and confusion as the world around them glows and smudges, watches the creature wipe away into a planet that looks... a shade cleaner. A shade healthier. He finally seems to have calmed, and though he still shivers, the blood that had rimmed the insides of his eyes seeps backwards, leaves his eyes green and bright as he watches with owlish interest. The blood from his nose, too, seems to be reversing in time, the drip crawling back up from his shirt and up his chin.
It seems, in some way, a symbol of change — of the nightmare's grip receding.]
What're you...
How're you doing all that?
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this is enough, Blue thinks, as he moves to loosen Newt's grip and hold him by his hands, to let him linger near or drift a little away as he takes in the shifting sight around them.
it's still there in some way: the monster's maw, receding into the faraway impression of the very trench that's caused Newt's world so much strife. from here, it's just a different shade of blue.
to Newt's question, he smiles.] I'm being something of an imposition. I hope you don't mind.
[he looks down to the planet.]
I think...this is a far better sight to see right now. [he squints a little.] And you...recognize it, too?
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But —
[His brow furrows as he floats with his hands in Blue's.]
What're you doing here? How're we here? [Ah, shit. Wait.] Is this a dream?
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the odds of Newt elbow dropping into his subconscious with such a viscerally horrible memory unchained to the Mu is unlikely, so he nods with more certainty. this is definitely still Newt's space; he's just visiting.]
Something in your psyche must've pulled me here. Your fear, most likely.
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[He admits it a bit shamefully. It's not very badass of him to be a cowering flower in the middle of danger, huh? He probably looked super pathetic. Quickly, he starts scrubbing at his face in an attempt to wipe away the tear tracks that had formed.]
Um...! I — yeah, I'm sorry, dude. I didn't mean to - to pull you into that.
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No, you didn't. I don't blame you, so you've nothing to be sorry for. In fact- [he looks back to the planet.] I'm glad...that I was drawn here. To provide some reprieve from the terror.
[nightmares...they have a purpose, but like everything, it's in excess where the trouble lay. he wonders how often Newt must stay huddled alone like that, subject to a creature Blue couldn't have imagined at all on his own. there's no such thing where he's from, after all.
he could always erase it, he knows. just like Physis. but that's...not something to entertain right now.]Perhaps if I leave quickly enough...you'll be able to get some rest. [he considers that before looking back to Newt with a more thoughtful look. he's not versed in traversing human dreams, after all; would shaking him into this level of lucidity mean his sleep is done for this cycle?]
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... Reprieve's a word for it. Thanks, man.
[He leans in to give him another squeeze, only this time it's less panicked and desperate, but grateful and warm. Sorry, buddy, you're gonna just have to get squeezed to death for a sec here. When he pulls back, he looks cleaner, too; no debris on his shirt, no blood under his nose, and nary a crack on those signature glasses.]
Some rest'll be good. What, uh... what happens when you leave?
Am I gonna remember all this?
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as for the questions, Blue tilts his head a little and gives it some genuine thought.]
I wonder... Do you often remember your dreams? Perhaps this one being so different is notable enough that you'd recall it.
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[He says it with his chin tipped down in what seems to be shame.
Mostly because it is. He's been struggling through these things for months now — these weird dreams, followed by weird stretches where he remembers none of it at all. But after a moment, he just offers a small smile instead as he squeezes Blue's shoulder.]
Hey, don't sweat it. You've done more than enough, dude. Sorry if I freaked you out back there! It's not my proudest moment, that whole... almost getting eaten by a monster thing.
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Your dreams are yours, good and bad. I'm only glad I could help a little bit.
[he hesitates, knowing he'll have to break this connection himself, but he's a little reluctant to do so right away.]
If you do remember...may I ask that you...tell me about your Earth? When we are awake. [he looks back down to the planet.] What it feels like...to live on a planet that is home.
I'd like to hear about it, if it's not too much trouble.
[because the presence of giant fuck-off monsters is a bit of trouble.]
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Sounds like a deal, man. Yeah, I mean — feel free to ask me about whatever.
I'll tell you whatever you wanna know about Earth.
[And maybe more about those giant fuck-off monsters.]
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after a beat:] Close your eyes, Newt.
[after he does so, Blue departs, leaving the man and his subconscious to either fall back to a dreamless sleep or stick to lucidity and wake up, none the worse for wear.]