old muse, new journal! canon is Yume Nikki.

[ohnomars]

[he's quiet, fiddling with his long fingers in front of him. he's not entirely sure what he's doing here. he speaks up finally, an odd voice-- certainly inhuman-- that he almost seems to be forcibly shaping into words, and not all that well.]

Th... ... thank... you. For... remembering me.

The house...?

[nope, that game is closed, baby, sorry.

oh. his head sinks, his only halfway-defined mouth pulling into a frown.]

Oh.

Will there... be more...?

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[timeparty]

More games? Of course!

[ohnomars]

[oh wha-- oh... he seems startled by her at first, but, well, he's seen weirder shit before.]

H... e... llo.

[timeparty]

Hi. [Aradia smiles pleasantly. He's kind of strange too, but she's okay with it.]

[ohnomars]

[he doesn't seem sure what to say. he's not used to having conversational partners. Madotsuki never really talked, she just silently walked around and occasionally stabbed him. when she was in the mood.]

Are you... a dreamer...?

[timeparty]

No. [pause.] I never really have been! There's lots of things one has to do in order to carry out the fate of their existence.

[Unless, he means in the Derse and Prospit sense. Poor guy looks so hopeless.....]

[ohnomars]

[he seems surprised by that.]

Then-- you are... a dream? [where he's from, there are the dreamers-- Madotsuki-- and the dreams. nothing inbetween.]

[timeparty]

[..Then again, she still technically isn't a dreamer, because she never woke up on Derse. Hmmm. Special case, indeed. --ah? ...oh.. he must not be used to people, that would explain a lot.]

I'm a troll. What are you?

[ohnomars]

A dream.

[timeparty]

[soft pause.]

What's that like?

[ohnomars]

Lonely, sometimes.

[timeparty]

You don't have any friends?

[ohnomars]

Only one.

[timeparty]

I'll be your friend! Then you can have two.

[ohnomars]

...!

[he lets out a sound of surprise, revealing what his true voice is-- a very odd little sound that almost sounds like it belongs in a video game.

but then he catches himself just enough to give her a smile.]

[hotshot_momma]

(You see the armor in the icon above. Staring at you.)

Huh. That's a first. I've not seen an emanation this intelligent before that wasn't hostile.

[ohnomars]

[he doesn't seem so much fazed as surprised by its rather sudden appearance. or maybe he just didn't notice it before.

either way, he blinks, turning his face to look at it.]

Em... anation...?

[hotshot_momma]

Do you know where you are? More to the point, what you are?

[ohnomars]

Uh... ah... a... game? [as for what he is...] ... dream.

[hotshot_momma]

Iiiiiinteresting.

Yeah, that's right. You're the first intelligent dream I've seen that hasn't attacked us on sight.

Meh, calling this place a game is being generous. More like backstage.

[ohnomars]

[he makes a very odd little sound at that, puzzled. where he comes from, it's the dreamER that attacks, not the dreams.]

You're... a dreamer?

[hotshot_momma]

A human, yes. I fight Nightmares.

[ohnomars]

[he seems to think that over for a minute. is that what Madotsuki was doing all along? fighting nightmares? ... did that make him a nightmare? he'd never tried to hurt anyone.

despite his somewhat... off eyes, his being troubled reads clearly on his face. poor dream is struggling with this.]

[hotshot_momma]

(Anna cocks her head, and the weaponized love that is her mecha tilts it's head with her. What's eating this thing?)

Penny for your thoughts.

[ohnomars]

... dreamers fight nightmares...

... am I-- a nightmare?

[he's pretty sure he isn't but how would he even know? would he know? oh ;_; ]

[hotshot_momma]

...I don't think you are, no. You haven't got an inclination to violence, for one thing.

[ohnomars]

But...

... she dreamed me. And she... [a hand wanders to an oft-stabbed part of his narrow chest.]

sob i am setting up this account slooowly.

[dreamspace]

[ Oh. It's you. She's a little glad, or just slightly less indifferent. She cocks her head to the side, regarding the figment curiously. ]

... you got out.

oh my gosh oh my gosh ;v;

[ohnomars]

[oh-- he falls back into his old voice, the odd little sounds that she gave to him. he nods, folding his fingers together in front of him.]

masada :')

[dreamspace]

[ She doesn't glower, for what it's worth. The knife doesn't materialize this time, either. She remains perfectly passive. ]

No ship? Crashed, maybe.

sorry if he seems weirder than normal his mun is wasssted

[ohnomars]

I don't... know. Was-- just here.

[dreamspace]

Here or there.

Different, though. Louder here. Not there.