You gave me hell! I thought I was going to get an answer out of you, you stupid fucking elephant! [ he just punches him in the arm, but it is not at all hard, and laughs, and laughs, a little hysterical. fuck. ]
What'd you say. Connections? Guess you can just tell me now.
[ this does eliminate the issue of communication. the laughter finally dies down and he just leans against his side. whew. ] I can spread the word of whatever you're trying to get around, if you need a little boost.
I may require that, in the future. There is no easy way for me to redirect the talk of any animals being other entities, nor correct assumptions about my dreams.
[he lets vax settle in there, an arm around him.]
I do not know about the ones with the pig marks, however.
I do, yes. I create the dreams as well, and weave them with color, although... they tend to go a bit awry. Dreams are hardly a precise science, I have found.
I've seen weirder illusions. What message were you trying to pass on?
[ he looks at his own hands, for a moment - the exhaustion and frustration gets a little laugh, and his emotions radiate an amused sort of comfort. there, there. ] Thanks for not sending me on a weird trip, I guess.
...truthfully, I was not giving him any message. That was the first week I was able to use my ability, and I wished to test it. I did not yet know him well, but as we lived in the same apartment, I thought I might notice-- or at least be able to get information from him about the dream, later-- and so I wove one which was strange enough yet distinct enough to be noticeable, and for me to learn later if it had come through in the same form in which I created it.
[ typical!!! he's expecting nothing less, honestly, emet and percy both are just Like That. vax would've just sent his to percy because, you know, it's percy. sometimes you are simply not a planner.
garou, though... he snorts, there, leaning against him a little further. ] Interesting first choice.
Well. I do not know if he ever mentioned what his dream was, but it involved him killing a number of candy people and then turning into candy himself, as penance.
Bubblegum told me quite early on that he had threatened to eat her.
[shrug!
no remorseful feelings here.]
I doubt he is a genuine threat, by now, but in the beginning... well.
[ he used it to terrify garou. that's hilarious. please. ]
Right - subtle. Very subtle. [ garou's harmless in his opinion which makes this extra funny. snickering like an asshole, now, and projecting amused. ] Good going, big guy.
I'll try and dissuade anyone thinking it's something more nefarious. One of those - the pig ones, was way too fucking similar to something that happened to me.
I have had a theory, for some time, that those are-- some manner of side effect of the ones I create. That I make dreams, and we send them, and in so doing... these other dreams come into being.
I simply do not know what their marks mean, or how their recipients are chosen. I am still attempting to find some form of pattern.
[ that eases the tiniest, tiniest bit of worry in his chest, but only a tiny bit. there's a slight flare in that anxiety again - by now emet can probably tell in him that he's thinking about his sister. ]
Think it'll be the ones with the gun again, this week? The pigs.
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I - what?
[ he's looking at this gay ass gumball? hello? ]
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[and, as he tucks the gumball away:]
That... allows me to become an elephant.
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stop he just snorts he can't help it ] Pfft - [ HE DREW WITH YOU? LITTLE TYKE ELEPHANT? YOU GAVE HIM HELL ]
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[he still feels embarrassed]
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You gave me hell! I thought I was going to get an answer out of you, you stupid fucking elephant! [ he just punches him in the arm, but it is not at all hard, and laughs, and laughs, a little hysterical. fuck. ]
So - why? What're you supposed to do?
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[listen he did his best for an elephant.]
...as for why, I'm still not certain, but I have tried to primarily use them to send messages.
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[ this does eliminate the issue of communication. the laughter finally dies down and he just leans against his side. whew. ] I can spread the word of whatever you're trying to get around, if you need a little boost.
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[he lets vax settle in there, an arm around him.]
I do not know about the ones with the pig marks, however.
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he does seem a little more settled, now, the mood more relaxed. hilarious. ... and, honestly, well needed, after the stress of earlier in the day. ]
So, you get to pick people to give the dreams to? That how that works? The colorful ones.
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The butterfly with arms?
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Why would I purposely make a butterfly with arms? I did not choose the effect he suffered either, for the record.
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[ he looks at his own hands, for a moment - the exhaustion and frustration gets a little laugh, and his emotions radiate an amused sort of comfort. there, there. ] Thanks for not sending me on a weird trip, I guess.
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I did send one to Garou.
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[ typical!!! he's expecting nothing less, honestly, emet and percy both are just Like That. vax would've just sent his to percy because, you know, it's percy. sometimes you are simply not a planner.
garou, though... he snorts, there, leaning against him a little further. ] Interesting first choice.
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Bubblegum told me quite early on that he had threatened to eat her.
[shrug!
no remorseful feelings here.]
I doubt he is a genuine threat, by now, but in the beginning... well.
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Right - subtle. Very subtle. [ garou's harmless in his opinion which makes this extra funny. snickering like an asshole, now, and projecting amused. ] Good going, big guy.
I'll try and dissuade anyone thinking it's something more nefarious. One of those - the pig ones, was way too fucking similar to something that happened to me.
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I simply do not know what their marks mean, or how their recipients are chosen. I am still attempting to find some form of pattern.
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Makes sense. Like a balance, yeah? Like everything here.
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[ that eases the tiniest, tiniest bit of worry in his chest, but only a tiny bit. there's a slight flare in that anxiety again - by now emet can probably tell in him that he's thinking about his sister. ]
Think it'll be the ones with the gun again, this week? The pigs.