void dream ; open

[crypdick]

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.))

Comments

[lootsnshoots]

Oh, not in the least. Well, a little beaurocratic I guess, what with conceding to throw most of 'em in prison instead of, y'know, [another fingergun gesture].

I've killed enough of his kind to know I put him down. But Variks says his kind have "ways."

[crypdick]

[ He leans forward. ]

Then how can you be sure you killed any of them at all?

[lootsnshoots]

[Cayde raises a finger and opens his mouth, but the light of his modulator fades as he gives it a think.]

Of course I—I shot—And then they

[He makes an explosion noise and wiggles his fingers, but then falls silent.]

[A frustrated grumble.]

Dagnabbit, Spooky, why'd you go and say that?

[crypdick]

An enemy that returns to fight another day is never to be underestimated.

[ He rubs his chin. ]

Does the uncertainty bother you? Would you prefer to know how deep the blood you've spilled truly is?

[lootsnshoots]

But that's generally our thing, not theirs.

And, yeah, 'course I'd wanna know.

[crypdick]

How much would you guess, aside from what you can't be certain of?

[lootsnshoots]

I've been at it for a couple hundred years so we gotta be talkin' some six-digit figure, I wager.

[crypdick]

Is that a long time for someone like you?

[ The closest he's come to asking the pertinent question of so what are you exactly? ]

[lootsnshoots]

Oh no. I ain't the youngest Guardian around but I'm sure not the oldest, either.

[crypdick]

Some grizzle adds character.

[ He strokes his beardless face and remembers how straightforward Cayde is. ]

Metaphorically.