dreams and running

[beochaoineadh]

WHO: Ronan Lynch & Others
WHERE: Not-Temba
WHAT: Exploration and Dreams and Other Things
WHEN: End of July
WARNINGS: Will update as required; Ronan and Kavinsky are a mess.

Open Prompts TBA

[ooc - Feel free to hit me up if you want a closed starter. :> ]

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[beochaoineadh]

[Ronan can't help but be slightly pleased with the other boy's reaction. Just the fact of being able to show him something like this, when he'd shown Ronan how to control it, to bring back something he wanted. And he wanted to give Kavinsky something, show him what his dreams were like.]

Mm, sort of? I didn't know how to talk to the trees at first. So I'd.. talk to Orphan Girl, and she'd talk to the dream for me, I guess.

[It's sort of difficult for him to exactly articulate. There was something about the forest back in Henrietta, and this one too- it felt strange in a way that he couldn't put his finger on, didn't know how to explain yet. He doesn't know why it's Latin, just that it is. He steps in closer, looking up at the other boy when he says he never talks to his dreams. It feels heartbreaking for a reason Ronan wouldn't know how to say.

He doesn't have the words for the fact that Orphan Girl is a psychopomp, he just knows that she makes it easier for him to bring things back, that she saves him from his nightmares, whispers to his dreams when he can't.]

Do you want to?

[It's a question, but it's also an offer, or an invitation. They're here together.]

[burnyoudown]

Who the hell's Orphan Girl?

[The name was pretty self-explanatory, but he didn't have people or creatures he talked to in his dreams, so he didn't know what he should be imagining. It sounded like Ronan had created a middleman for his dreaming, as it were; something to make it easier. Kavinsky had never done that sort of thing. When he wanted to take something back, he dreamed as fast as he could, in and out like a thief. When he was just fucking around, he dreamt for longer, but it was just him doing whatever he wanted.

He almost asked 'do I want to what' before remembering what he'd just said.]

Maybe. What do you talk about with a dream?

[An actual dream, not someone like Prokopenko, though he was still a dream, too.]

[beochaoineadh]

She's-- she might be around here somewhere, actually. If you want to meet her?

[He's not entirely how to explain her. She's like an orphan from the industrial revolution with goat legs and pointy teeth, she has a fondness for fried chicken and is always a coward. For a long time she was the only friend he had that wasn't his brothers. She's a dream. And she lives in his dreams, horrible place that can be. But she's usually here somewhere, if he's aware enough to look for her; as stable as the trees themselves, as if he'd dreamt her as more than just a piece of a dream.]

Mm, it depends on the dream. Sometimes I can ask for something, or let it know that I like something. Back in Henrietta it was harder, and it wouldn't always listen, but this place feels- I dunno.

[It felt less like asking someone who was only marginally interested in his existence.]

Different. But in a good way, I guess.

[burnyoudown]

Yeah, sure.

[The only other dream thing of Ronan's he'd ever encountered had been the night horrors, and you couldn't exactly 'meet' those so much as kill them. He'd like to see a dream thing whose purpose wasn't to maim and kill.

He made a face for a moment.]

Asking for things works for you? [He told his dreams what to do--or he stole from them. Those were his only two options. He hadn't asked for something since he'd been a kid.]

The place in Henrietta didn't like me.

[He didn't see the harm in admitting to that much. If Ronan had had trouble with it...that made Kavinsky feel a little better, actually.]

[beochaoineadh]

[So he does. Ronan calls her by name, which is literally orphan girl, and the sulky shadow in between the trees that had been trailing them resolves into an odd figure. Furred legs that end in hooves, a cable-knit sweater and a cap pulled down over her blonde hair. Young, with fear in her blue eyes, like she doesn't trust the dream not to suddenly change around them.

She looks at Kavinsky with a look best described as wary, but she hasn't immediately called him a thief, at least. She looks rather uncertain about the whole situation, but like she's willing to tolerate him until there's a reason not to.]

Say hello. What is this place, anyway?

[She seems frustrated at the direction, but she smiles in what might be a attempt at nice... The pointed teeth don't help, though. But she says hello, to the other dreamer, then takes Ronan's hand as she tells him he doesn't remember yet. She's an odd creature, as strange as Ronan and less human, less acceptable outside of a dream as she weaves around him leaving impressions of her hooves in the soft grass.]

Yeah. I didn't know how to control my dreams until you started to show me, so most of the time what I brought back was what I'd ask for. She makes it better.

[burnyoudown]

[He stared at Orphan Girl for a long moment after she finally appeared. Not staring at her like she was a sideshow attraction, but the same way he'd size up anybody. She wasn't what he'd been expecting. She was small and frail-looking and weird. Kavinsky even crouched down to be closer to her level, watching her as she moved around Ronan.]

You've really got to come up with a better name for her. [Said to Ronan, before he offered a small wave to Orphan Girl.] Hey. [She reminded him of a kid, and he really didn't know what to do with kids.]

So she like...helps focus your thoughts or something?

[He didn't know how a dream could do that, or anyone, for that matter, but he wasn't dismissing it.]