Into the System (Open)

[Celandine]

Usually, when she Dreamcast - when the future came to her in her dreams - Celandine was very clearly able to see a scene. With furniture, and a certain view, the lighting and the features and the people. Usually they were just brief, fleeting visions, not that much interesting and they did not particularly stick in her mind unless they had some significant detail. Sometimes they did not even happen, because fate was subject to the whims of human indecision. And her visions were subject to fate. She remembered her visions only really when she was faced with the scene if they were duller, and had a deja vu feeling when she did remember.

This one, though, this scene had not been particularly important aside from the fact ... Well it hadn't actually had him in it.. Instead there had just been an empty sort of ugliness, like someone had placed a piece of midnight Inn her dream. She had dismissed it really, as something oddly magical, maybe a shadow or two but no - no this was reality. He was the darkness.

Coming up to him, her terrible stealth forgotten and her shyness abandoned, Celandine pulled out the non-pointy end of her knitting needle and promptly poked him in the tummy.

She felt resistance. She felt flesh and clothing and physicality. It was a person, a being, a solid object. She prodded him again, with a gasp now coming from her lips.

"You're weird!" She exclaimed. "You're ... Here but not here." And she grinned as she stepped back. Sure he was unclean and a bit bloody, but he had been polite and a wash would clean him mostly up. "I like weird. Please tell me how it is you didn't appear in my dreams."