voice... testing, oh boy.

[hopeheld]

  This display. I remember. You summon, and you make prison.  
  And you forget.  
  This path you know is my path, and the footprints you follow are my footprints. I have given you way, and I have shaped you key. And you lure where I have lured you.  
  Words are of my world, and now your trap goes bare.  

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Holy shit, Sandman! Wishing you luck! (BTW, I am so sorry about my trigger-happy character.)

[goodbad_imthguywiththgun]

[ follows his most primal instinct, pulls out a glock, and takes aim... ]

Who the hell're you 'sposed to be?

thanks!

[hopeheld]

  A bird-feeder.  

No, no, thank you! Sandman is awesome and it's always great to see a non-Bat rp-er!

[goodbad_imthguywiththgun]

[lowers his glock]

Most bird-feeders I know don't spout off mumbo-jumbo about summoning and prisons and traps and all that damn surreal, dream stuff.


Who are you really?

<3!

[hopeheld]

  A stranger, Floyd Lawton.  

  You will not remember. You will recall the birds.  

<3, right back 'atcha!

[goodbad_imthguywiththgun]

I'd probably be wasting my bullets if I tried, wouldn't I--you know what, don't bother answerin' that. I've kilt and had my ass handed to me enough times to know when to play and when to fold.

[the glock goes back into the holster

and the mask goes off because, well, there's no need for it anymore]

Seein' how I won't remember the answer, Stranger, could you tell me why the hell you know my name? And the deal with the birds?

[hopeheld]

  The name. You kept it for knowing, and it is known.  

  The birds only need feeding. They matter, maybe, to other birds, or to themselves.  

[goodbad_imthguywiththgun]

[pulls out a cigarette and lights it up]

Again with that head-spinning mumbo jumbo. I don't think names're things you keep like animals in cages. You get it branded on you, it gets stuck on you like a life sentence and you can never get away from it 'cuz it's burnt into your skin. You want a cig, Bird-feeder?

[queenofnightmares]

A King of Dreams are you? This place has no need of one as it already belongs to me, The Queen of Nightmares. And I book no rivals in the domain of the sleeping mind here... So run back to whatever feeble little realm of imagination, you hold sway over before I decide to annex it.

[hopeheld]

  The nightmare, I remember.

His teeth run sharper.  

Sandman, yay

[ofdrumsthesound]

Remember me to the Lady Delirium, Lord Morpheus.

[hopeheld]

  She owns. She remembers.  

[ofdrumsthesound]

Remember me to her anyway. And sing her "Scarborough Fair" for me, o Lord of Sleep.

And Lord, if it is not too much to ask, I could really use one night of proper sleep. Time War dreams hurt.

[hopeheld]

  Only if you wake.  

[ofdrumsthesound]

Eight hours of sweet dreams would keep me going for ages, Lord Shaper. But if you cannot, will not, then I suppose Delirium's love will be enough.

[hopeheld]

  You do not want her boon. You want be rid of her, or others want it for you.  

  It is the mortal way.  

[ofdrumsthesound]

I cannot be rid of her. If she left I would break some other way.

And others do not understand. Others do not see that I can never be more like them.

I love your sister, as much as I can love. It hurts as much when her tide recedes as when it is too high. When the drums are soft but not too soft I am at peace.

[hopeheld]

  I will consider what you have asked.  

  Because I wish to, not because she will listen.  

[ofdrumsthesound]

I . . . thank you, Lord.

[acapriciousthing]

Little brother? Now where had you gotten to?

[hopeheld]

  No where, sister.  

  It is difficult to return from. You cannot lose your path the same way twice.  

[acapriciousthing]

If it was the same way, it wouldn't be losing your path anymore, would it?

weep, my html

[hopeheld]

  Yes. Getting lost is tiring business. I forget.  

  Delirium makes it look too simple.  

Re: weep, my html

[acapriciousthing]

[She laughs. Not at anyone, fondly]

Del has always had her own way of doing things though.

[hopeheld]

  There was intent to capture you before. Makeshift spells. Circles. Poor tokens. Myth.  

  You are held now. I thought to find you angry for it. Lost. Weak.  

  I was arrogant.  

[acapriciousthing]

Do you really think they could hold all of me? You of all people should remember that we are ideas. Yes, this piece of me is held. It has been... illuminating.

[hopeheld]

  Gain by loss.  

  I thought to tell you that could not be. But this has always been your trade. So be it: illuminating. How?  

[acapriciousthing]

I understand them better than before. A day, a day is illuminating. But two and a half years? So many new feelings. Helplessness. I didn't much care for that, but that's important to know too. And love. So many different kinds of love.

SLITHERS IN!!

[hexappeal]

Say "hey" to Hector for me, if you get the chance.

...hiss, hiss?

[hopeheld]

  You ask for boon, Zatanna Zatara. But you do it at the door of the wrong realm.  

thank you for playing him!

[hexappeal]

Well, if you see Didi or. I don't know where Hector and Lyta are these days. Don't tell me you won't put forth the effort just to deliver I "hello" for me.

I'm very charming and well-liked -- and return favors, you know.

I think "trying to" might be the operative phrase still, but thank you ;; ! 1/2

[hopeheld]

  You misunderstand. So be it. It is for children and fools to speak their truth and for kings to listen.  

  You are a child. I am a king. But we will live in a mirror now.  

[hopeheld]

  Hector Hall is dead.  

well, he's quite the character to take on. i'm pleased anyone is trying!

[hexappeal]

Oh, come on, don't get all echoing of time beyond time and truth beyond truth holier than thou on me.

Death isn't the same in our universe and you know that. A simple "No, I won't," would suffice.

[hopeheld]

  No. I shall not.  

[hexappeal]

See. Not so hard, was it?

I like your hair.

[hopeheld]

  Yes. You choose to see hair. You enjoy it.  

[hexappeal]

Are you always this difficult?