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synopsychic2017-10-01 09:08 pm
otomechapilot) wrote in synopsychic2017-10-01 09:08 pm
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Dream Diver (closed to close cr)
She's walking through her dreams, fully lucid, looking through the ruins in her usual armored wetsuit deal, seeing a bit of Ancient Greece over in the distance that way, a rock festival in the forest that way, a desert planet in the sky that she could probably fly to in her armor.
She's probably mostly going to be looking through her personal effects in her room, though, which mostly have visual representations of her memories - pictures the people she's met here, which are vibrantly colored and in blue frames, and pictures of the folks back home in gunmetal grey frames and sepia tones. A tall, lean, confident kid with dark skin features in a lot of them, with one particular picture of Sara and him kissing. Her dungeon rescuers will recognize him as Keenan.
She may be Dream Communicating unconsciously, inviting her friends into her dreams. She's going to wake up exhausted.
She's probably mostly going to be looking through her personal effects in her room, though, which mostly have visual representations of her memories - pictures the people she's met here, which are vibrantly colored and in blue frames, and pictures of the folks back home in gunmetal grey frames and sepia tones. A tall, lean, confident kid with dark skin features in a lot of them, with one particular picture of Sara and him kissing. Her dungeon rescuers will recognize him as Keenan.
She may be Dream Communicating unconsciously, inviting her friends into her dreams. She's going to wake up exhausted.
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She shakes her head. Hey, there are chairs here, now; she sits down and pulls out one for Casper.
"It's called the ANIMa. We used it to fight things from somewhere else. Sometimes we called then the Invaders, cause they were. Sometimes we called them Nightmares, for the same reason. And, um." She looks at the floor, a little sad now, trying to keep smiling. "My overlay's parents were turned to stone in Achaea and just not around on Jiangwa for a reason, and the Nightmares are it."
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He shakes his head. He has more questions to ask, but... he wants her to move at her own pace. He knows anyone bringing up dead parents tends to need a minute... at least from what he's seen. But then again, most of what he's seen has been in a funeral home.
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"...it's funny that the worlds we went to knew," she says. "They never die. There's... there's even stories about turning gorgon victims back from turning to stone. Like we were hoping we could wake up the Blissed, for a while."
She shakes her head, and the braids bounce. "There's always an excuse in those shows for why teenagers are the pilots, yeah? That's ours. All of them Blissed Out. We had one adult around." She frowns. "And frankly, fuck him."
This may be the first time Casper has ever heard Sara swear with real venom.
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"Blissed is like... in a coma?" If she thought they could wake them up... it's got to be something like that. Not... permanently dead.
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She laughs with tears starting in the corner of her eyes. "I thought that the Fool was the same species as the Nightmares when I first showed up in his space and I was shocked that he bothered to talk to me at first," she says. "I... I have some big questions for him, now that I have the rest of my memories back."
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She squeezes Casper's hand once, then looks up at him with the first real smile since she started really talking about her world.
"Like 'what's an Anchor,'" she says. "An anchor is someone who... well, does this. Takes a Pilot aside and listens. Helps them deal with stuff getting to be too much. They also ran the Wake-side of the machinery that made the ANIMa go, back home, but... well..."
She shows off palm, and the Mark on it: a stick-figure fool dancing off a numeral zero. So far, that's worked as an Anchor to liminal space for her; it wouldn't be the first time she's mentioned that.
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"I kind of... did stuff like that a lot. Took ghosts aside, took the living aside... everyone needs someone to talk to. And I was just this... weird looking, scrawny kid. Inoffensive and non-threatening." Not like a lot of the ghosts had a choice. There weren't many people around they could talk to. "I think... even before I knew my mother was a death goddess, I knew I had to help people move on."