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 Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 9:54 am
"It's like that sometimes. Things aren't the way you expect them to be." Idly, the dreamwalker's mind brought to her attention the coven. They certainly weren't what people would expect. Even Galleai, who lived with them, didn't expect half the weird things they did. But maybe that would get better... "We're both different than most people." Galleai confided, lowering her voice. "We can... do things. You know?" She was hesitant to continue, though. Reluctant to give away too much about what she suspected both of herself and of Casia.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 11:30 am
Casia's conscious mind tried to infer something as Galleai responded, but the image was hazy, a smattering of music notes that danced not only in her ears, but throughout the white room before vanishing, unable to penetrate into the dream completely. They painted a hazy picture, but she couldn't see it well.
Leaning in closer to Galleai, she nodded carefully. "I thought so." she whispered gravely. "About you, that is. I thought you were more different than you looked." Looking around suspiciously for intruders, she added "What is it about you? If I promise not to tell?" Her brown eyes flashed. "Since you keep finding your way in, I'd like to know the truth if you can tell it to me safely."
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 3:27 pm
"I'm here on purpose." Galleai whispered back. "I can get into people's dreams. Sometimes I can change them. Did you know, theres a whole other world for dreamers and dreamwalkers?" She glanced around. "It's called the Manido Aki. And theres a city there called Mabon." She paled a little at her admission. She'd never, ever mentioned the dreamlands to anyone before. "You can get there when you're sleeping. But there are ways to get there when you're awake, too." Galleai, too, glanced over her shoulder before continuing. "I can't change your dreams. I can't do anything to them at all. Thats how I know you're different. You're... powerful."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 3:07 pm
The music in the room fell silent as the dreamwalker spoke, and suddenly even the whispers seemed to echo into the corners. Without the background music, the room seemed more fragile, as if by some strange trick of architecture the structure's frame had been song. The siren who it all seemed to center around nodded slowly as Galleai spoke, considering what she said. Briefly mouthing the names the dreamwalker dropped so she would remember, she turned her attention to other matters. "...So I'm asleep." This was harder for the siren to grasp than the other things Galleai had said, even though it was a far simpler idea than anything else the girl had told her. She didn't feel asleep, she couldn't remember anything but the worlds Galleai had walked through in the siren dreams that had formed around her.
The harder she thought about it, the more she drifted. Assuming that this really was a dream, trying to remember her waking life would conventionally make her leave, so she pushed the thought aside. She was in control here, for now, and while she still had the luxury of a safe space to quiz her guest, she would make use of it. "If you're telling me the truth, you're sort of like Dr. Robert? You fix things in peoples' heads." Biting her lip, she regarded the dreamwalker thoughtfully for a moment.
"I have a problem." she informed her guest frankly. "It's hard to explain, but I'll give it a shot, yeah? This place, if it is some weird dream place or not, has always been mine." Her eyes flashed dangerously at the word, and the music, which had been creeping back quietly, spiked in volume. "This," she said, getting up and pacing around the room with a proprietorial air, "What's outside of this, and everything in the world you found me in. It's made for me, and I keep on building it as I go." She shot a glance back at Galleai. "When you say you can't change anything about my dreams, you don't know the melody my world is made of. I can hear it in every beetle click, every note, every breath of air that I take. I can feel when it's harmonizing and when it isn't." She stood, regarding a white wall that was quickly painting a black musical score onto itself as she spoke. "You changed it the moment you stepped into the ballroom that first time we met, but you aren't the first. Every song has flaws." Turning around and pacing back towards the dreamwalker, she nodded grimly. "The blue people are flaws. I can't predict what note they add, in fact they seem to only exist to destroy my melody. Recently they've been increasing in number. You came on the worst night that first time, and it would have gotten much worse if you didn't make me take off that one's mask. I didn't know how to get myself to face them until I did."
She sat down again and sighed heavily. "It's pretty grody." she said sadly, the 60's slang incongrous with the scope of her situation. "But you helped, even if I didn't want to admit I needed any. I owe you, if you ever need a favour." Thinking about this statement, she hastily added "Depending on what you need, that is." Confession over, the siren tensed and watched the for the dreamwalker's next move nervously.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 3:53 pm
Listening solemnly, Galleai shook her head faintly when Casia got to the end of her confession. "I'm glad I helped" she began hesitantly. She'd never really known anyone who had actually benefitted from her poking around in their dreams and it was a strange but not unwelcome sensation to know that Casia had gained strength from her presence. Galleai did not generally see herself as a helpful or strong person.
"I'm not like Dr. Robert, though." The dreamwalker continued. "I don't... I don't always mean to intrude in people's minds. Sometimes it just happens and sometimes I go there on purpose." She shrugged a little, choosing her next words carefully. "There are places in the dreamlands. Places you can go to with your physical body or your sleeping mind. Like little pockets." She smiled faintly and reached out to touch Casia faintly on her chest. "They call them heart-homes. Everyone has one. Maybe if we found yours you could still hear the music but the monsters couldn't follow you." She wasn't sure it worked that way, not entirely. But it sounded right. From everything she'd heard from people in Mabon, it sounded right. "Maybe we're already there." She added. "Or maybe we're close. I don't know..." Trailing off, Galleai's headwings twitched thoughtfully. "I'm still learning, you see." She said with a faint, self deprecating smile. "But they aren't stronger than you." She added. "I can tell that much."
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 5:55 pm
Casia drew back instinctively as Galleai reached out for her. "Not a doctor, then? An intruder, or a guest if you like that better. Either way you helped me, so you can't be a bogue at least."
A strange expression flickered across the siren's face as the dreamwalker explained heart-homes and offered to help find hers. "This," she said, gesturing at the room and everything she had carefully built, "Is my heart-pad or whatever. This is mine." Looking both possessive and paranoid, her gaze darted around the room as if to send the message out to any trespassers that might be lurking in the shadows. "So it's not that cherry right now, so what? I can fix it." She sounded uncertain, but her fists were clenched tightly. "If there's somewhere else for me out there that's better, it's still not the same. I don't want it."
Uncomfortable with the subject, as it brought all the fears of loss and theft that seemed to cling to her like shadows, the dreamer fluttered her wings. "This is mine." she repeated under her breath, and then sought to change the subject to something safer. "I wouldn't dare go into peoples' minds." she said wistfully. "What if it was disappointing? I couldn't stand it if they disappointed me." The siren strayed away from more serious discussion. She was starting to feel that giddy, punch-drunk feeling again, like she was partway gone, and she worried she didn't have much time left.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 6:33 pm
"Hey," Gallei said gently. "You know where your home is." She smiled faintly. "If this is it, then this is it. And it's yours. And nobody can change that." She was trying to be reassuring, but she didn't know if she came off that way. Sometimes, even in dreams, it was hard for the dreamwalker to know what to say. Awkward things spilled from her mouth too often for comfort.
"Dreams are never dissapointing." She responded to the change of subject with a shrug. "They're all different and sometimes scary. But I've never been dissapointed." Gazing at Casia, Galleai smiled again, this time a little wistfully. "You're waking up." She said. "It's okay, though. I can come back if you want me to."
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 12:21 pm
The siren nodded, trying to reassure herself as well. "Dr. Robert knew. He knew it was mine, and I have to keep it mine, I will keep it mine." Her wings fluttered gently as she tried to push herself back towards zen, and the room music got calmer. She was mentally counting to ten, the passing numbers helping her return to a more cherry state of mind.
She looked curiously at Galleai as she recieved her answer, brown eyes studying the dreamwalker as if trying to see the stories on her face. "Tell me?" she asked, piqued at the opportunity to talk to someone who had done something so far beyond her own grasp.
Wings flapped faster as she felt herself drifting farther away. "No, I don't want to wake up, this isn't copacetic!" Getting up indignantly, she looked at her world, but her vision was getting swimmy. The siren stumbled, surprised and dizzy. "Wait! I want you to tell-" Stumbling again, she looked frustratedly at the room. "Oh, stand still, would you?" Casia stamped her feet, but the only good it did was to make her vanish into the land of the conscious.
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