Sweet dreams are made of these...

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A Abigail Hobbs Aiya/Gray Nightingale Adrasteius Anor'thalion Ahsoka Tano Alex Russo Allen Walker Anders Anthony Crowley Asteffiel Axel

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J - M Jade Harley James Barnes/Jim James Barnes/Winter Joseph Joestar Katara Katniss Everdeen/Nova Kirito/Kazuto Kirigaya Kurt Wagner Leanne Loki Maladict(a) Max Caulfield Megaman Mordin Solus

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[mylegacy]

[Fantastic. He shouldn't be hanging off this guy's every word so much, or so pleased at the approval, but there it is.]

[Nine humans with incredible power . . . this sounds familiar. Where has he heard this before? Shaking his head, confused, he pauses, then nods again.]

And when it did. Things went wrong?

[It only makes sense.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Of course. One of them ruined it for the rest, sent the entire world into a civil war. Cities burned, people suffered. In the end, it was the humans they were told to protect that rose up and killed them just to end the destruction they caused.

[here comes the drop. even here, wound up on adrenaline, it makes his stomach churn. a wrench swinging towards his face is hardly a bother, but something about this has him glancing away towards anything that's not Caesar.

but he promised, and the other earned it. fair is fair, and he speaks this part concisely.]

That said, here's my story. One day, a boy was born with white hair, skin like a ghost, and eyes the color of blood. No one in his village could explain why, so they thought him an ill omen, someone who would surely drag evil and misery wherever he went. When he was ten years old, he was suddenly taken away from his village by strange men who wouldn't speak to him. He was tortured for reasons he did not understand, and then sent to the ruins of an old castle very, very far away.

There, he was told he was one of the Nine Kings reborn, that he had been marked by the Gods themselves. He was told to serve men like the ones who'd kidnapped him. The eldest child they were keeping there killed the guards, and set all nine children free. They had nowhere to go, so they lived together, becoming brothers and sisters.

The boy lived that way for many years. He watched his family change before him, their bodies growing into the things of dreams. When the eldest told them to march, they all marched--until he fell into greed or madness or fear, and murdered all but the boy and his two favorite sisters.

The boy awoke to find he'd crushed his brother's body with a power he didn't understand. His sisters died keeping him safe from his brother's power, and used their last moments to bless him with unending life--blood that would heal his every wound.

[he holds his palm up, the one he'd bit into. the skin there is a little red (unusual, but he doesn't notice). the wound itself is healed.]

When his sisters died, he heard a voice speak to him from all around, echoing in his heart. "Rise, child, and know yourself as Riem, he who holds dominion over pain."

[even the name, Riem, makes itself known to Caesar--it means "hurt", in every way he could possibly imagine. wrapped up in a growing tangle of his own telling, he takes a step forward and leans in uncomfortably close, looking up at Caesar with his head tilted to the side and his sharp gaze peering out from under his bangs.]

So, ueslyr, what do you think that makes me?

[mylegacy]

[Blood. It always comes back to blood, doesn't it? Blood for kinship, blood for death, blood for bonds, blood for love. Blood for injury, blood for health. Blood to prove you're still alive. Blood in a bubble, holding an antidote.]

[And that makes the room change, after all. Just a little bit. A bubble drifts behind his head, carrying something inside, blurred by the shape of the soap-and-blood walls but identifiable to sharp eyes: a ring strung on ribbon, something precious.]

[He blinks, and leans forward, takes Robin's chin in his hand, and inspects him. There's no white hair, no red eyes, no magic. Just a pretty boy.]

[It's obvious anyway.]

It makes you hurt.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he looks at that bubble, of course, that bizarre little out-of-place thing that's suddenly appeared. he has no idea what it means, but he doesn't have much time to wonder. being touched puts his focus right back on the man in front of him, though he hardly resists.

there are little clues, if Caesar ever pays close enough attention... the little streaks of white that Robin sometimes puts in his bangs are actually an omission, not an addition. his eyes are boring and brown until they're hit with the right light and flecked with hidden reds.

but his grin's a little more eye-catching, all bitter and half-snarl.]

Sure sounds like the case, doesn't it? Not that the Gods I'm supposed to be representing have ever returned any of my calls... [he glances back at that... bubble, again.] The management's terrible.

[mylegacy]

[Maybe he'll see them now, these clues. Maybe. Right now he's just looking, witnessing, trying to commit this to memory. Robin is vicious and angry and bitter and sad, and it's - it's a little bit like looking in the mirror.]

[He exhales slowly, not bothering to pull away.]

God never returned my calls either, pettirosso.

I see you looking. Do you want a story in return?