[ Fortified. Against what, weirdness? There's very little in life that she takes at face value these days, always questioning everything and looking for the ways something could go wrong. She is a fairly trusting person, more so than many in her organization, but the more she finds herself out of her depth, the more that trust begins to erode. This right here is a prime example: he'd helped her face her nightmare and she genuinely feels like she should trust him, but then he goes and says something about fae and other dimensions and—
The king of dreams. Most people would probably laugh it off and assume it's all a load of bullshit, but Norse gods are aliens and she's met the monster HYDRA was founded to worship. The ruler of the nightmare realm who's older than the oldest gods? For Daisy, it's crazy enough to ring true.
She watches the creation of the ruby warily, sorting and organizing the information in her mind like she's putting together a jigsaw puzzle. By the time he asks if she has more questions, she's ready for it, posing her questions evenly and with all due seriousness. ]
Three: Why do you need my help? How long will this take? And does time move the same in here as out there?
[ Sorry, Dream King. She's not to the fangirling, being impressed by gem making and other tricks stage yet. ]
Even I am bounded by certain rules. { He says it with a hint of bitterness, and with the reminder that he can be rendered powerless. It is the not having a choice part that draws out his unforgiving nature. Considering he had been trapped in a circle for a century, since magic has a way of even keeping the Endless in their wake. Dream was weakened, and now he's anew. Any reminder is going to be absolutely bitter. He's also rather out of touch, but one has to wonder if he had ever been in sync with those he lends his Dreaming? There might be many folks forming out the line that would indicate his attempts are rusted.
His slighted impatience is more from the fuss at not knowing what comes next. Rarely does he allow much emotion to show openly, even if by reflex he is capable of telling a million stories in one singular expression. }
One. You don't have to believe me. Two. It shouldn't take long. Three. Time is different when dreaming. But, should you have to wake, then you will find yourself back here in the room you seem to hate. An endless loop. I cannot promise I will be here next time you sleep. If you do find yourself back here alone, you might end up lost. In your world, it's called being comatose.
{ Dream takes the gem and holds it out to Daisy, all while the wall to one side of the bar begins to form a portal into another part of where they are. It showcases a widespread linear piece of land, as if they were to look into the horizon of a desert, and made to wonder if it were an illusion or not. }
I need you to throw this. { A considering pause, then — } Please. We can speak as we do.
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The king of dreams. Most people would probably laugh it off and assume it's all a load of bullshit, but Norse gods are aliens and she's met the monster HYDRA was founded to worship. The ruler of the nightmare realm who's older than the oldest gods? For Daisy, it's crazy enough to ring true.
She watches the creation of the ruby warily, sorting and organizing the information in her mind like she's putting together a jigsaw puzzle. By the time he asks if she has more questions, she's ready for it, posing her questions evenly and with all due seriousness. ]
Three: Why do you need my help? How long will this take? And does time move the same in here as out there?
[ Sorry, Dream King. She's not to the fangirling, being impressed by gem making and other tricks stage yet. ]
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His slighted impatience is more from the fuss at not knowing what comes next. Rarely does he allow much emotion to show openly, even if by reflex he is capable of telling a million stories in one singular expression. }
One. You don't have to believe me. Two. It shouldn't take long. Three. Time is different when dreaming. But, should you have to wake, then you will find yourself back here in the room you seem to hate. An endless loop. I cannot promise I will be here next time you sleep. If you do find yourself back here alone, you might end up lost. In your world, it's called being comatose.
{ Dream takes the gem and holds it out to Daisy, all while the wall to one side of the bar begins to form a portal into another part of where they are. It showcases a widespread linear piece of land, as if they were to look into the horizon of a desert, and made to wonder if it were an illusion or not. }
I need you to throw this. { A considering pause, then — } Please. We can speak as we do.