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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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[ A decent reaction. He always did like the kind of people who were seemingly prepared for anything.

He spreads his hands. ]

A place that is not a place. Real, and not real. In my mind and in yours.

[ He disappears and reappears just a couple of feet away, smoke swirling around him, to crouch in front of the electronics. ]

There's been many who have wandered in, of late.

[ A part of her feels protective of those electronics, but she keeps herself from showing it. If this is created by their minds, the man isn't really about to touch her teammate's stuff. ]

This isn't a nightmare, but it definitely feels like a place someone goes when they're asleep. Do you know how people have been wandering in, and if it is something to do with you or to do with the world?

It's the nature of the Void, to be connected to all. But few see more than glimpses.

[ He straightens, putting a hand to his chest. ]

Here it only exists in what I am. But I expect it craves to be connected as it once was.

[ He suspects it's... overcompensating. ]

It's reaching out.

[ She seems very sure of this, and in her own way is. Her own power reaches out if she doesn't take steps to keep it from doing so. It drags people in but can never fully connect to those it reaches out to, having to make due with clinging and clawing at their psyches until they wake up and can't be affected anymore. The void seems a lot less... Destructive. ]

[ She should make sure that's the case. ]

The void won't harm those who come to it, right? [ She doesn't sound too worried. ]

That depends on what you consider harm. But -

[ He pauses, folding his arms. The Void isn't always without its side effects. But those are usually because of something else as well. On top of that - - ]

A man serves another a drink. Fearing to make him drunk, he pours water into the wine. Too much - it hardly tastes like wine at all. There is too little of it left.

Any harm is unintended then. And the harm comes from dissatisfaction or from memories pulled up, is that right?

[ She seems to be truly doing her best to understand. Though, that doesn't seem to require a terrible lot of work on her part, just attention. ]

There could be more, but the Void isn't what it once was. It's diluted.

[ He unfolds his arms and looks at her, his thoughts hidden by black eyes and a neutral tone.]

Are you dissatisfied? Burdened by memories?

Edited 2019-06-06 03:06 (UTC)

[ She gives him a smile and shakes her head. ]

No. [ A lie. A massive lie. But she has been taught how to lie and not get caught by some of the best. ] I was just thinking that if something has been watered down, then the person who ordered it would be dissatisfied. [ She takes a small glance around, noticing what looks like some of the electronics that her team uses to communicate over long distances. ] I made the assumption that this place draws from memories. So if people are hurt by the nature of the place, maybe it's because the memories aren't real.

[ It had seemed as good a theory as any at the time. ]

Aren't they?

[ The Outsider is difficult to read and even more difficult to get a straight answer out of. ]

Are you looking for easy explanations and hard limits? Do you seek to take it apart and see how it works? Do you think it could be defined by natural philosophy?

[ She looks around again. ]

I think that even if they're real, they're not the type of real some people would want.

[ She then looks to him and gives a smile. ]

To take apart an entire plane of being to see how it works seems really really outside of the realm of things I could ever do. I am trying to figure out what type of classification it would fall under by the classification guide in my world. We have a lot of dealings with alternate realities, worlds, and planes of existence. Knowing what type of classification fits it would let me know a lot of important things, such as what I should and shouldn't do here.

[ Common sense dictates that any time she has reason to believe she's unconscious she shouldn't try to summon nightmares, but at the same time, knowing she shouldn't summon nightmares for specific reasons was a good thing to know in case it was especially easy for her to accidentally plunge a dreamscape into chaos the moment her mind wandered the wrong direction. ]

A classification guide. [ He clearly dislikes the concept, from how he says it. It sounds like the kind of foolish thing a natural philosopher would do.

But it is not completely without interest. ]

You would only need a guide if there were many worlds you could go to. Is that assumption correct?

[ She gives a polite nod. ] Yes. My home has identified several hundred, and that is just what has been in one way or another confirmed by the international community. The number of worlds where only one person has gone to only one time, or that can easily be misinterpreted as merely dreams with no substantial reality attached would cause that number to skyrocket if they were all accepted with equal seriousness.

[ That also didn't include the worlds that individual governments kept secret from each other, fearing someone would find a way to bring back more than themselves, their wounds, and a few trinkets with which to wage war. ]

You make something that could be fascinating sound dull and mundane.

[ It's not that he doesn't understand the logic behind it, but that he thinks they've stripped all the mystery from it. ]

How does one so young sound so steeped in bureaucracy?

[ She gives a sheepish smile at that comment, not feeling sheepish at all in reality. ] This is far from the first world I've been to besides my own.

I technically work for the government. [ She then gives a small curtsy that has been made to look like it could be a ballet form. ] I am Nightfall, member of the Illinois Junior Hero League. In essence, I am a hero in training. In my world, heroes most often work for the government, in order to make sure they are trained both in what legal actions they are allowed to take, and in order to be better able to support the population.

Isn't that something of a contradiction? Heroes in the employ of those in power.

[ He dissolves into smoke and appears directly before her, black eyes unreadable, but there's a bite to his tone. ]

Perfectly poised and perfectly trained, aren't you? I wonder, who chose this path for you? A mother? A father? The government? Did they steal you in the night? Or was it what you wanted?

[ Oh, this one was sharp, and not in a way she liked. In a way that struck a nerve. She wouldn't show it - her training had prepared her far too well for exactly this sort of conversation - but internally she was quite frustrated, trying to hold back thoughts and feelings that hurt. ]

It was my choice. All American heroes, regardless of our training status, choose to be heroes. It's illegal to force someone to become a hero in our country.

Most commonly, children who become heroes discover their powers and join the trainee program in order to both learn how to control their abilities and to learn how to best help their communities and the world.

[ That was a lie, in spirit if not technicality. Many of the heroes had been in one way or another blackmailed into training, if not into being a hero outright. It turned out it was especially easy to emotionally blackmail children - and she knew this, and knew that was what had been done to her when she hadn't even reached the double-digits. If it weren't for how important their job was, she might not be so willing to play along with the government's story concerning how children were recruited.

In reality it was fairly uncommon to find individuals like Wishmaster and Dynamo, children who actively sought heroship (albeit for two very, very different reasons) and knew what they were getting into from the beginning. Most were like herself, or LAN, removed from their families either because their power was out of control and hurting others or because the family in question was abusive. Once they had removed a child from their family, training was used to re-enforce just how important it was to be a hero, and more subtly just how likely it was for them to be shunned for their powers if they weren't given the good publicity that came from being a hero.

It was an awful system, and were the reason for continuing it not so valid as it was, she would hate every single person involved in its maintenance, herself included. ]

I don't think it's a contradiction, by the way. Heroes are under the employ of the government most of the time so that we can carry things out in safer ways than if we were not. We get reports faster, too. We would all be heroes without the government's aid, but with it we are more capable of protecting people than we would be otherwise.

[ She sure as hell wouldn't have been a hero without government intervention, not when the reason for children heroes was purposefully kept a secret from the public. ]

Edited (typo) 2019-06-09 02:22 (UTC)

That sounds less like the role a hero than a soldier. Or perhaps a glorified Watch Officer. But that seems to be the case in this America as well. Fall in line, use your powers the way they want. But this one provides neither training nor aid.

[ He looks away. It's less that he doubts she is telling the truth, and more that he doesn't usually give the benefit of the doubt to those in power, particularly any organization they may create. ]

I wonder, which is more cruel?

Edited 2019-06-09 18:02 (UTC)

I don't think that either is cruel. [ A lie. ] I think that both worlds are doing their best. [ She offers a smile, despite believing this world is doing pretty poorly on a number of fronts. ]

In my world there have always been superpowered individuals. In the past they were used a slaves, power sources, weapons. In America at least there is a real movement to stop that from happening again. A part of that movement involves letting us decide for ourselves how we want to help our communities.

I think a big difference between a superhero and a soldier is that soldiers can be court marshalled for quitting, a superhero can't. We can go back to a normal life whenever we want, and all we have to do to make sure that's available to us is to make sure no one figures out who we are under the mask.

[ It was all a big lie. No, they wouldn't have to deal with legal repercussions if they hadn't been blackmailed into service, but enough of them had been that there was no way they'd ever be free until their bodies, and maybe their minds too, had decayed so far they couldn't be used. Her former teammate, Falcon, had admitted to her and Wishmaster that the only reasons he was a hero were because if he didn't comply his father would spend his whole life in jail. He'd be as old as she was now, maybe a little younger, and he jumped at the chance to help his father, convincing the man to let him take the deal.

In the end, he was one of he ones who would never, ever be able to stop being a hero, even though he'd served long enough that the deal meant his father was off scott-free. He'd been born with wings, and as he grew so did they, to a point there was no way to hide them without removing them, something that would seriously affect he quality of life.

Then there were people like her. People with scary powers, powers that sometimes acted on their own even despite all the training to control them, who would be revealed to the public the moment they were even a vague threat to the population. It was the law that anyone over the age of 18 whose powers caused harm to the public had their identity revealed, unless of course they signed up with the government.

At least people like LAN, and even Wishmaster if he wanted to, could go and live normal civilian lives some day. ]

[ A small mistake had been made on Nightfall's part. She was capable of hiding many, many things, especially in service of the narrative she was so commonly made to support. But one thing she'd never been able to fully hide, because it happened so rarely, was longing. And for a moment there, just a moment, she thought of how nice it would be to live a relatively normal life with her teammates, and the longing she felt was plain as day in her eyes. ]

[ Now that history lesson sounds like humans. Though the empowered in his world often found liberation through his gifts. Or executions.

But he is always watching and he sees that emotion, and dives for it like a hagfish smelling blood. ]

So why haven't you exercised your right? Don't you want to?

Oh! [ She perked up a little, slipping easily back into the act. ] Of course not. Maybe some day, but right now I really feel I can do a lot to help people. And really, I want to help people. [ She did, yes. But more, she didn't want to be bad. People with powers like hers, well. They always went bad eventually, didn't they? ] I feel that being a hero is the best way for me to do that.

[ There had been something there, something different, for just a moment before and now it was gone. Did he misinterpret the target of the emotion? Or was she hiding something? ]

Is it? I wonder what makes your faith so strong.

[ She nods. ] While as much as 10% of the population is made up of superpowered individuals, only a small fraction of those powers are useful in this line of work. There's also the fact that not everyone who can be a hero wants to be, or has the temperament for it. My world needs superheroes, and I can help in a way a lot of people can't.

[ She closes her eyes for a moment, and gives him a smile when she opens them again. ]

It's just the right thing to do.

[ The thing about being a minor celebrity in her world is that Nightfall has been trained to make eye-contact unless given a good reason not to. So without the knowledge of what could happen, she continued such contact with The Outsider without a second thought.

She had no idea that an image of the past would play out to him. No idea that he would witness herself and Wishmaster, the older, stronger, more capable of the two psychics in her team, someone who was her brother in soul if not in blood. That he would see the two of them holding hands so hard circulation was leaving them, the two ~~heroes~~ children focusing all their efforts on what was before them.

A woman, humanoid but not human, and strangely beautiful while appearing in garb and accessories (blood, a great deal of blood. None of it her own) deeply cruel. She lay unconscious on a gurney before them. It was their effort that was keeping her asleep. The contact between the children was just as much happening to allow Wishmaster to amplify her power as it was to keep them both grounded despite the terror that clearly fought to overpower them, and everyone else in the room.

And the everyone else. They were in uniforms and scrubs. Some were armed to the teeth while others communicated over headsets to important people. The people in scrubs were psychics. Each and every one of them holding on to a young man in his 20s who looked like he was trying to hold back tears. There wasn't a single one among them who didn't look like they felt comfortable breathing.

Every so often the woman on the table would twitch or flinch, but never wake.

The children were keeping the woman from waking up and adding every person in the room to her 'regalia' as the psychics tore her mind apart, and every damn one of them felt the progress.

Eventually the woman stopped breathing, going completely limp and unmoving.

No one cheered, though many people burst out in tears of relief.

The children didn't stop holding each others hands. ]

[ There. That crack in the persona. He knew what she said was too good to be true and there's a grim satisfaction in being right. ]

When she died on that table, before you and your companion, was that the right thing to do?

[ Nightfall freezes, her face going white as a sheet and her breath catching in her throat. A million thoughts race through her mind at once, and on instinct she takes a step back.

This man was now labeled a threat. Not an immediate threat, but a threat.

Her mind tried desperately to cling to that 'fact', to make it a grounding point. She tried to focus on how he could have found that information without her noticing someone digging around in her head. She tried to focus on solving the problem at hand and closing whatever gate had been opened.

But she couldn't. It stuck in her mind, that feeling of watching someone being systematically destroyed from the inside. Without Wishmaster's amplification of her powers she couldn't enter any part of the mind except that of someone having a nightmare, but she'd felt it none the less. She felt it and it was awful, and it haunted her in the moments when she wasn't keeping herself busy, despite all efforts to disconnect emotions from the memories like with all the other traumas she and her team had faced.

There was only so much the psychics could do without breaking laws concerning memory modification and suppression.

So when she spoke, it wasn't as the chipper child hero who joined the cause because it was the right thing to do. Her voice was that of a scared, lost child remembering the worst thing she'd ever experienced. ]

I'm not allowed to talk about that.

[ Her voice was small, and she herself had unconsciously tried to make herself physically smaller to match.

It had only been a couple of weeks, and in the wake of such massive devastation and losing all but a handful of heroes no one had the time to coach her on what to say. No one had given her a handy little script for 'was murder the right thing?'

All she had to go on was the meeting that made it clear that the event was classified on every level imaginable, and that they were never to speak of it again. ]

[ The gilt was peeling from her facade.

Now, at least, he had something to go on. His goal was not to break her, not fully anyway, or to (re) (re)traumatize her, though the latter may have already happened. All he wanted was for her to be a little more interesting. ]

They are not in this world. Not the waking one nor the Void. How can they know? How can they prevent you? There is no one here to snitch.

Your choices are your own. What you do and what you say is entirely up to you.

Edited 2019-06-11 13:15 (UTC)

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