What dreams may come [Open, bendytimed to before GTFO plot]

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In her sealed, silent, sensory-deprived meditation room, Roxie is sleeping. It's a special sleep: for all dreams are connected, she knows, and by spinning her mind out along the web of thought, she might step into others...

[Roxie is dream-hopping, getting a look at the subconsciousnesses of the other people on the ship. So, how it works - if you're interested, go ahead and post with a dream your character is having, and Roxie will slip into it, subtle at first but more obvious as she tries to satisfy her curiosity. Just her being around will make the dreamer more lucid and more likely to remember the whole thing when they wake up.

Also, feel free to ask any OOC questions in a thread here, or poke me on AIM at 'anagramarye'.]

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As the scene replays with more time, the initial encounter is proceeded with more mockery from Lobo. He appears behind Darkseid.

"What is it, chump? Ya afraid of gettin' fragged again? Like he did to ya last time? Ya should be, after all, yer NOTHIN'. Or maybe that ain't it, huh?" Lobo moved to the darker girl. "Ya know how Darky here works. If ya save one and he doesn't frag ya, he'll take the other." Lobo grinned and threw an arm around the girl, a strong impression of the word 'Nita resonating, almost like background noise.

"So just make a choice and sacrifice the other broad. Ya can save the one I won for ya..." Lobo moved from her and pinched the blondes cheeks, his voice becoming a cooing mockery. "Or the one ya gave yer life for. Tough one." Suddenly, he stopped the mockery, and started sniffing the air. He turned to the parademon.

"Alright, lady, Iunno who er what you are, but only the Main Man gets ta mess with this kid's dreams!"

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"Who?" the parademon growls, leveling its weapon up at Lobo. "It's a false dichotomy, anyway," it adds. "Nothing is every completely binary."

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Lobo scoffs at the weapon.

"I ain't sure what you just spouted out, but it don't explain why yer ruinin' my funtime with Wussy McGee. Or why Apokolips suddenly started havin' a green thumb."

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"I don't see an apocalypse," the parademon says.

And it really isn't, anymore, if she can force the context shift far enough. In fact, crowd and all, it's rather more like New Genesis...

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Lobo sneers at the parademon, and looks over, making sure Slobo hasn't moved. When he's sure the figures themselves are frozen, he turns back to Roxie.

"Look, I'd frag ya, but ya obviously ain't a resident, so I ain't sure how well it'd stick. So lemme ask ya, do I come inta yer house and bother ya while yer trying to torture weaklings inta mental breakdowns?"

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"It doesn't seem to be entirely your house," Roxie comments as she walks out from behind the now-frozen parademon. She's fuzzy around the edges, choked with shadows—not an intentional thing but simply a part of the quasi-her thus revealed. "And I don't really like torture."

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Lobo stared at her.

"NOT my house?" He looked back to Slobo and the frozen scene. "Oh, ya mean that I share it with the runt. Yeah, well, he ain't nothin'. He's only around ta make sure I'm around longer. If the idiot hadn't denied who he was and just died like he was s'posed ta, none o' this would even be a goddamned issue. And if ya don't like torture, then kid, I gotta say, ya don't know what real fun is."

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Roxie frowns. It's not at all an impressive frown--nearly a pout, even. "So how are you related?" she asks sharply, ignoring the torture issue.

She lied about it, after all.

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"Oh, we're about as close as two people can get." Lobo grinned sadistically. "See, every time I bleed, I create a buncha clones of myself. Idiot here is one of those, 'cept he's defective. Slower, weaker, and with... " Lobo visibly shudders." Feelin's... Anyway, he hid from the rest of 'em when they were fightin' ta be me. Leavin' this big ol' reservoir of memories just sittin' in his head. Can ya put two and two together from here, kid?"

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"So you're an unwanted hitchhiker," Roxie says, eying Lobo up and down.

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"Eh, it's a livin'. From where I stand, kid, YER the unwanted hitcher. I've always been here, and will be until I break the kid and get the body. It's how this deal works. He was supposed to be me, not..." Lobo looked over in disgust at Slobo, though the dream seemed to be moving again, with the girl crying for help.

... WAIT... Weren't there two girls?

"... THAT." Lobo finished, seemingly oblivious to any change.

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Roxie stretches her senses. It—it doesn't hurt, exactly, but it strains at her to try and colocate like this, searching for the other girl while she talks to Lobo uninterruptedly.

"It seems like he's decided to change the deal," she says with a shrug. "And that you can't handle that." Just a little, little bit of a smirk.

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"IT AIN'T HIS CHOICE!" Lobo screamed, obviously enraged. A mist was welling about on the ground, and a voice seemed to whisper into Roxie's ear.

"You may be better off running... He's not a very nice man..."

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"I'm not going to run when I'm in my element," Roxie murmurs, aiming a small, placid smile at Lobo.

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Lobo was now bouncing between seething and throwing a tantrum.

"WHY THA HELL CAN'T YOU BASTICHES GET IT?! HE COULDA BEEN THA MAIN MAN, INSTEAD HE WAS ALL AFRAID OF DYIN'! THAT'S WEAKNESS, AND I WON'T STAND IT!" As he ranted, the world flickered slightly. The mist spoke again.

"What's... Oh, neat. What did you do?"

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"Actually, I think I'm just being the distraction," Roxie murmurs back, gaze still fixed on Lobo.

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As Lobo continued to rant, Slobo turned slowly, as if awakening from a dream within a dream. He looked at Roxie, then at Lobo, then back at Roxie.

"Uh... I've had this dream fer about six years, and yer usually not in it..." As he finished, Lobo turned and started charging him.

"DID I SAY YOU COULD MOVE, PUNK?!" He creamed as he approached Slobo. Slobo cowers. Relish this, because it may be the only time you ever see it.

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"He's a punk?" Roxie asks, voice louder, directed right at Lobo. "You look like the punk to me. You can't handle things. I bet you cry yourself to sleep with a teddy bear."

She smirks.

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Lobo turned, stopping and looking at Roxie with hate filled eyes. He charges, getting within six feet of her, and then stops suddenly, as his belt is grabbed.

"Yanno, she could take ya easy," Slobo says as he starts swinging Lobo around by his belt. "But she's a friend, and I wouldn't want her ta lower herself fightin' the likes of you." Slobo released and Lobo flew a few hundred feet, landing hard on his back. Slobo then turned.

"Seriously, though, I got NO follow-up planned on that li'l act o' bravado."

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"I'm sure we can figure out something," Roxie says with just a hint of a smile.

There's a little silver bell held between her fingers, where it wasn't before.

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Lobo got up in short measure, and the world seemed to dissolve around them, enveloped in black. Only Slobo, Roxie, and the odd talking yellow mist remained.

"Oh, I'm gonna make tha two o' ya regret that so bad.." Lobo said as he stalked towards them...

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Roxie is tapping lightly on the sides of the bell with her fingers. Oddly, it seems to be vibrating at once much more intensely and much more quietly than it should, though the creeping whine as every sharp flick of a finger makes it intensify is enough to set ones' teeth at edge.

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Lobo charges.

"You two are so FRAGGED!!!!!" He screams as an axe appears in one hand and a crowbar in another.

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Roxie spins the bell between her fingers, still humming, and it smoothly grows larger. Lobo is just a few feet away, ready to strike, when she grabs it with one hand and smacks the side of the bell with the palm of the other.

It's like a small, well-aimed concussive bomb going off.

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Lobo's eyes go wide as he flies backwards, completely uncomprehending of what just happened. As he flies, the yellow mist seems to spring into action, as it reforms into a much larger version of the blonde girl from previous. She seems to be a giant spectre, her body being a portal of some kind.

"What the fraggin' hell is going-?" Lobo yells as he flies into the portal that is the girl. It closes and she miniaturizes to her standard size. Slobo is looking at the two girls, jaw agape, as the blonde girl walks up to Roxie with a smile.

"That should hold him for a little bit." She grinned. "Thanks! He was mean. I didn't like the way he treated 'Bo." Slobo remains silent and awestruck.