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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[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.]