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void dream ; open

WHO: The Outsider & you?
WHERE: A Shared Dream
WHEN: June, whenever
WHAT: The Outsider dreams of the Void, and sometimes people wander in
WARNINGS: Outsider often talks about or alludes to death, murder, violence etc, though he rarely goes into detail

[ You were asleep, and it almost feels like you've woken up again, but something is... strange. You get up, turn around and wherever you were sleeping is open wide to the Void.

Nothingness as far as you can see, except the strange black rock and some sort of species of whale floating in the Void, and the objects and things on the rocks.

The Void draws from the minds of who is there. Some of what is here may be random objects from this world, a hovercar or televison. But some are definitely from somewhere else - there's machines and objects and bits and pieces of architecture from the Outsider's world. Other things you may recognize from home, as the Void draws from your mind. There may even be people you know, from here or home, frozen and unmoving as if in a tableau.

While you look at something, the Outsider appears beside you in a cloud of his telltale black smoke. ]

You've found your way into the Void.

(( OOC: check here for more on how this power works. His vision power is still an option too! If you're cr, he may have pulled you in. If not, people can randomly wander in if they're sleeping the same time he is. If you have dream powers of some kind, feel free to have your character have more control over aspects of the dream, or jam with me about what that might do.))

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Only once?

[ It's impossible to tell if he's ribbing Rupert, or if he expects an employer to beat more than that; either or both, probably. ]

If you return, will you be in his employ again?

I know, I know, I should be beaten regularly. Apparently it would do wonders for my ego, or so I have been told. [ His smile turns briefly sour as he adds with a streak of fierce determination: ] But he won't lay his hands upon me again.

[ Other people might hit him, that's fine. Rupert may even enjoy that. ]

I would still be Michael's man were I to return, yes. But seeing as I intend to stay in the future for as long as possible... [ He shrugs elegantly. ] I suppose we shall just have to see what cards Fate may hand me.

[ But there's a hint of a smile on his lips; Rupert isn't really the kind to accept the hand that Fate deals him. He'd rather overturn the card table and be the master of his own future than play by Fate's rules. And he has the distinct impression that the Outsider knows. ]

[ The Outsider finds the idea that Rupert would accept anything he didn't want difficult, it was true.

He paces, glancing briefly around before focusing on Rupert. ]

But while the deck is still being shuffled, you are here. What do you do with yourself in a time so far from your own?

[ For a long few moments Rupert considers the scene before them. He's not so patriotic that he misses Ruritania, nor is he so attached to his last few distant family members that he would be missed in turn. In truth Rupert knows for a fact that his tawdry cousins would say good riddance if the family embarrassment was never to return. The only figure in his life that he could ever think of fondly was one singular man (and what a singular man he was) but even so, Rupert knows (and hopes) that Jasper Detchard could very well turn up at any moment. ]

Ensure that I have an ace up my sleeve, [ He declares finally with a nod of satisfaction. ] More than one, if I can.

[ He's moved again, in that way of his, to touch the tip of a floating sword. ]

Something you can use, just in case you find yourself in need of a little luck? Or is there more specific threat you are arming yourself for?

I have a few ideas. [ Rupert replies noncommittally, before nodding at the swordpoint that the Outsider reaches for. ] Mind that blade, the edge will take your fingers off...

[ Or will it? Rupert cants his head curiously, regarding the other man and all his... strangeness. ]

You know, after we first talked I had to replay out little video chat just to check I hadn't dreamt you up. I'm not even completely sure you're real now.

You were not dreaming then, but you are dreaming now.

[ He pulls his hand back from the sword and stares at it a moment. He's pretty sure he cannot be harmed in the Void, but he is human again in the bodily sense. He is still not quite used to that, though he knows he has no intention of wounding himself anytime soon. ]

You would not be the first to doubt my existence. Those who believe me to be the stuff of legends - the Outsider, who tempts people into heresy or gives gifts to his chosen few.

[ Rupert lifts his eyebrows with an amused smile at that. ]

'Those who believe' - you mean to say it isn't true? [ He snorts a little. ] I hardly think one needs to be a god to tempt people in to heresy, my dear Outsider. Some of us do very well at that as mere mortals.

And it isn't hard to give people gifts, you know. Why, I gave dear Roland a bottle of fine wine only last week! [ Rupert pauses reflectively. ] It was an apology gift, admittedly.

[ On some level Rupert knows that this isn't quite what the Outsider means but it doesn't stop him from being a little shit about it anyway. ]

As I am well aware. [ Rupert does seem to be the type that wouldnt be faithful at all, at least. Speaking of - ]

Now, what did you do that required an apology?

[ For all his absurd arrogance, Rupert knows when to laugh at himself. He gives the Outsider a long, rueful look before solemnly placing a hand on his heart and admitting with intensely theatrical sorrow: ]

You may be shocked to learn that I, Rupert von Hentzau, am not a particularly good person to share a house with! But the truth of the matter is that I have inflicted much heartache upon my dear housemates these past months.

[ Of course he's not going in to specifics. Note how he neatly sidestepped that. Instead he shakes his head with mock disappointment and adds: ]

I'm surprised anyone puts up with me, I truly am. I'm not sure I would.

[ He leans toward Rupert. ]

But you already do, don't you? You have to put up with your life and the choices you make for it.

[ Rupert allows that lean and meet the Outsider's question with a look of sharp curiosity. ]

My, this conversation has taken a rather dramatic turn, hasn't it! I lose no sleep, sir, if that is where your question is leading.

[ He straightens, before beginning to pace. ]

There's nothing you regret? No shadows in your past and in your heart?

I don't make a habit of regretting my past. It is what it is, such is the way of the world, [ Rupert replies breezily, with complete and utter honesty. And it's the truth: there's nothing in Rupert's past that he wouldn't stand by, for better or for worse. Mostly for worse, not that Rupert wastes his time caring about it. He smiles sharply. ]

Surprised? Or disappointed?

[ It seems the Outsider is not in the mood for discussing his own feelings, as he doesn't answer. ]

Perhaps it doesn't matter. Perhaps what's important is what you do next.

[ The smile settles into something softer, less sharp, and he nods agreeably. The Outsider might be evading his questions but that doesn't particularly bother him. ]

Agreed.

[ And what plans he has. Rupert crosses his arms, one hand coming up to thoughtfully tug at his lower lip. ]

Tell me, do you consider yourself an agent of change? Because I certainly do. I believe we all are - all of the imPorts - more or less.

[ Now this was getting somewhere interesting. ]

In a way. I prefer to empower those agents of change with the tools they may need.

So many more possibilities, with just a touch of a new direction.

[ Rupert turns to the Outsider, his expression oddly focused and intent. ]

And what ‘tools’ do you give these agents, exactly?

Something very similar to what is granted imPorts. Though once it would have left a permanent mark, now the magic is fleeting. But they could still change the course of things, with the right timing.

Sounds rather dramatic, that, [ Rupert observes with a delighted grin. He unfolds his arms and tucks his hands in to the small of his back. ] Say if somebody - let's not be so crass as to name names - had in mind a heist of sorts. Something that would certainly upset a good few people. What tools might you equip that person with?

My gifts have been used for such a purpose before. To move from place to place, or to walk almost unseen, as if a shadow. To grab without hands. To walk in the body of another.

I cannot guarantee all of these. Only that they are possibilities.

But if someone was interested, they would have to be more specific.

But revealing specifics would put that person in a precarious position, wouldn't it? Specifically an incriminating position, [ Rupert points out; the smile is a little colder now, if only because they're dancing perilously close to Rupert admitting his plans out loud. Whether or not he can trust this man remains to be seen. Or proven.

He tilts his head. ]

How does one walk as a shadow? Is it magic?

Magic and my gifts are one and the same.

[ He clasps his hands, considering the man. ]

No one can hear you in the Void, and I would not want to spoil the show.

But - being told the tale after might be good enough.

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I MISSED THIS TAG SOMEHOW I'M SORRY

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