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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The figure that was Patsy Walker did not writhe in pain, even though she was covered in flame.

"Oh Daimon, you should know by now your prayers are useless." The soulfire extinguished. It was no longer Patsy Walker but a woman with long, dark red hair. She wore a skin tight suit that was nearly the same color.

Daimon's eyes narrowed. "Satana. This is a dream."

"Yes, dear brother, it is a dream." At that moment Satana paused and looked directly at Roxie. "But even in dreams, it is not wise to cross me." Satana turned back to Daimon. "Come," She smiled. "Give your sister a kiss."

Having recognized the dream, Daimon mentally summoned his trident. With only the briefest of hesitation, he pointed it at Satana and sent a surge of soulfire through it. It did not have the slightest effect.

Satana's grin widened. "That will not work, Daimon. You cannot kill me this time."

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Roxie's head tilts a little bit as Satana looks at her, but she doesn't say anything. And then Daimon attacks her...

She shuffles lightly to the side, to get a better view and to be a bit further out of the field of fire.

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"Why do you resist?" Before Daimon could move Satana grasped his neck. "All I want from you, brother sweet, is a kiss." She bent down and kissed him on the lips.

Daimon screamed but Satana squeezed his throat and silenced him. When she pulled away from him, there was a black butterfly in her mouth. Releasing Daimon, she caught it in her hand and blew it into the air.

Daimon had not yet recovered and had slumped face first over the ground. He pushed himself up so that he could keep track of the butterfly with his eyes.

Only it was no longer a butterfly. It's form stretched until it became a man. Daimon, to be precise. Daimon as he appeared when his darksoul was in complete control of him.

The darksoul held Daimon's trident in his hands. "Thank you for freeing me, sister." He grinned and, strode to Daimon's side. "I have no further use for you." He thrust the trident down into Daimon's chest.

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Or almost into Daimon's chest, anyway—as the hem of Roxie's cloak floods forward like a living thing, wrapping around the haft of the trident and pushing it to the side just enough to impact the ground instead.

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The way the cloak moved, at first Daimon thought of Patsy. There was a time when she had worn the Devilslayer's cloak- but this was not that cloak. And whoever wore it was certainly not Patsy.

To be honest, he had no idea what aspect of himself that figure was supposed to represent.

Daimon seized his trident and stood, facing down his darksoul.

"Much as I loathe you," He said, pointing his trident at his mirror image. "You belong inside of me." Daimon directed his energy out, grasping his darksoul with his mind, and then pulling it inwards into him.

The darksoul dissolved into formless shadow. Damion's birthmark, the inverted pentacle, cracked open just enough to allow its passage.

"And inside me, you shall remain." Daimon said quietly.

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"That would have been more impressive," says a voice from inside the hood of the cloak, "if you'd done it without any help."

That voice.

That's a familiar voice.

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That was a very familiar voice. And a very unwelcome one, regardless of what her actions here. "Leave my mind at once."

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"That's awfully un-solipsistic of you."

She pulls the hood back, revealing herself... sort of. Her skin has a reddish tint to it, and ram's horns curl back along the sides of her head.

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"While I thank you for aiding me, you must leave at once. As you can see, my dreams are not what you would call pleasant. I promise you this, you do not wish to see my nightmares."

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Hmm.

"If you're really so sure," the girl says, and reaches down to pull open a door suddenly into a frame in the ground. Her exit.