Dreamwalking [open to multiple]

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Topher is dreamwalking. It's a trick he picked up when he came through the rift in San Francisco, and he's gotten quite good at it since then. He's not quite able to pick a specific dreamer's mind yet, but he's learnt how to visit only those who've been significantly affected by the rift, either by coming through it, or being changed by it.

He jumps from one mind to another, looking for rifties he hasn't met, at least not in dreams. These days he barely sleeps at all without jumping from mind to mind, perhaps because he's lonely. Christmas hadn't exactly helped.

Some people will barely notice he's there, but there are those who do, who recognise him as an outside element rather than a figment of their own mind. Having a certain amount of control over his avatar while in dreams, he chooses to appear as a hooded ranger, straight out of a fantasy novel. Mostly because he thinks it looks badass, and stops him from being recognised easily.

[OOC: Anyone feel free to make a thread with their character asleep and dreaming, and suddenly having Topher appear in their head. Whether they'll be lucid or not, or what they're dreaming about, is up to you.]

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Demi-God, then? 'God' doesn't mean the same thing from person to person, much less universe to universe.

"You shouldn't be quite as hostile to the idea. They're not bad people, though they have their flaws, as do the rebels. Don't be so hasty to dismiss them, but likewise don't trust either without question. Both groups have their agendas, and both do what they think is best to protect this world."

[wildmage_daine]

The rebels might not be perfect, but at least she's seen enough of their facilities to know they couldn't hold her against her will, even if they wanted to. Romac's a different story. She's flown around their headquarters: a giant, solid box that only lets two-leggers out at the bottom and air out at the top. And that's just the outside.

"Romac might try to cage me," Daine says flatly, folding her arms. "The rebels can't."

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"Don't be so sure," Topher answers. He doesn't know just how involved Daine is with them, but he very much doubts even they with their propaganda of equality and revolution, they've let her see the majority of their base. "Both groups have their secrets, and both are willing to go to extreme lengths to get what they want. They both have honourable goals, but are willing to go make quite a few sacrifices for what they believe is the greater good." He resists the temptation to start comparing to Harry Potter.

[wildmage_daine]

Just as well; she wouldn't get the reference.

Daine scowls, growing agitated enough that she's no longer thinking about how wise it would be to get snippy with a god. She doesn't like being stuck in a realm so unlike her own, and being told she can't trust anyone here isn't exactly helping. For a moment, the air becomes hard to breathe, as it was when she was locked in that windowless little room in the Carthaki palace--and then she remembers what she did to the Carthaki palace. "If anyone tries to cage me," she pronounces, her voice flat and cold, "they'll be sorry."

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Whoa hey, not expecting that. Not that the surroundings particularly affect Topher, but he notices. And Daine's manner is rather unexpected, too.

"They won't unless you're a danger. Are you?" he asks. She could certainly manage to be intimidating if she really wanted to, despite her unimpressive appearance. Then again, she's a shapeshifter who can talk to animals. It's a formidable power.

[wildmage_daine]

"I could be," she admits with an uneasy shrug. "I can leave. I could leave the island whenever I wanted, unless someone tried to cage me." Not that she particularly wants to. She's not a fan of the city, but the rift is here.

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"No, you probably can't," he answers seriously. "Even I can't. Other gods more powerful than me have tried, too." Never mind that sometimes people succeed. For him, the idea hasn't been worth it. He's doing good, not to mention interesting work here.

[wildmage_daine]

"I could take bird shape and fly out," Daine argues. "No one would know it was me." There are a lot of shapes she could take to get off the island, if she was so inclined, but bird is the most obvious.

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"You're assuming the people here are the only ones who want to keep you close. The rift itself has its own ideas," he answers. Not that he is terribly bound by that - this rift wasn't the one he came through.

[wildmage_daine]

... That hadn't occurred to her. She'd assumed the rift had grabbed her by accident, or because she'd been silly enough to walk right into it, and not that it had selected her on purpose, as if it wants her here. "If that's true, then they're bad ideas."

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"Perhaps, but it's difficult to argue with it. You're not the only one here who's been thrown into a terrible situation beyond their control and are trying to make the best of it. Both Romac and the rebels are made up out of people. People with their own hopes and joys and flaws and complications. People who get scared. Have you considered that caging anyone at all is for people's safety?"

This is mostly true. Of course, there is some caging and experimenting going on, he's aware, even if he's not privy to the details and would prefer not to be. But it's not just on Romac's side.

[wildmage_daine]

Daine scowls, wishing Morpheus would just leave her alone. All this talk of cages has her in a foul mood. He doesn't seem to have anything helpful to say unless you count the part about him trying to protect folk like her, and she has serious doubts about the sort of 'protection' she could expect from a dream god who can't even leave the island and thinks caging her might be a good idea.

"So long as no one tries to cage me, there won't be any ruction," she says. It's not a promise, but it's a fair prediction. Folding her arms, she adds, "Anything else you wanted to say?" She's definitely being snippy, now, but she's had enough of meddling gods for one evening.

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He smiles (even if she can't see it, she can probably feel it) and gives a deep bow. "I see you are tired of my company. I bid you farewell," he answers. And then vanishes into thin air.