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Who: Baku (

dreamvour) & Castiel (

angelofthevored) , and all of the Fleet
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Within dreams
When: Over the span of the next two weeks

[If your character dreams, they may be visited by either Baku or Castiel within the next two weeks. They'd appear suddenly in their dream or, if no dream is available, they might pull up a neutral space for your character to ease into before talking to them.

They're not here to intrude; just to ask permission. Permission to share a memory. If your character has defenses against spiritual/psychic intrusion, they'll take that as a no and leave unless they're responded to.

If you would like your character to just experience the memory (from Castiel's perspective) without threading out the interaction, please feel free to have them acquire this knowledge. If you would like to thread with either Baku or Castiel, please indicate in the subject line if you have a preference.

NEUTRAL SPACES: White Room | Fishing Dock | Bamboo Forest

NOTE: If your character accepts the memory, they will have lingering feelings of dread, much like what people experience upon death revival/tampering with the augment.]

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[she folds her hands in front of herself, even giving the appearance she's just a girl patiently waiting when Haggar steps out. Her head tilts]

It's in the form of a memory belonging to Castiel, if you've met him. I need your permission first, but - it does come with a side effect of sorts.

[She's quiet for a moment, considering this, and gauging whether or not the intrusion was genuine in her intention.]

... Knowledge is not without cost. You may proceed.

That is true.

[it doesn't matter who it is, Baku herself was unsettled by the feeling, so she isn't pleased to pass it along, despite how important the information is.

But she nods, and steps forward towards Haggar]

I'm ready to share it when you are. Just say the word.

[... Ah. Did this need to be physical transference, even in a space like this? She likes the thought even less, but she'll glide forward a step or two and then pause, allowing the other to cross the gap.

She had not asked what the cost was, but she was primed for dealing with most things. It would be unpleasant and she would handle it, much as anything else that had come her way in her lifetime she was certain. Knowledge was valuable over comfort.]

I am ready.

[given that it's Castiel's memory she opts to share it much like the angel would - she reaches up to lay her palm against Haggar's forehead—

seeing through Castiel's 'eyes,' looking on as the gods are unable to damage the Marsiva, and when Castiel failed to find a way past the glass, through the seams of the ship, some force beyond the small cracks and crevices pushing him back. Warding, perhaps.

He has no body. Everything feels distant and cold, but even through it there's a heavy stone of dread sinking down deep, deep as if he still has a physical body to react. It lingers like a disease, like the smell of rotting blood.

He comes across a window and beyond it, a creature. It oozes, slaps against the walls, flows like a river of nothingness, of Empty except for the occasional shimmer of oil slick over its surface. It feels...dangerous.

—and the dream eater draws her hand back immediately, once it's done]

[Haggar was used to being able to extract memories from others, though usually in a less willing way, so this was unusual but she knew what to expect. She allows the vulnerability due to the circumstance, wary as she is, though keeps her expression as neutral as she can while she ... accepts it. It's hers now, to ponder and traverse, to watch and to turn over at her leisure, later, but that initial viewing...

It's... not too unlike something else she's experienced before, in more ways than one, that she's hardly acknowledged to herself. It's... possibly different, it does feel different, feels rather like the absence of Something but still a Something, large and unrelenting but the shape, or lack of it, rather, along with that ... sensation...

That must be the price. For all her composure for such things, she does wince, visibly, with a harsh gasp, once the vision has had enough time to sink in fully.]

... A dark creature...

[Said more to herself, her tone a little shaken, as if she's almost forgotten her strange messenger, here visiting in her own mind.]

Mmmm.

[Baku is not one to let on that she's bothered by things, but this has gotten to her too; she sticks her hands in the pockets of her jacket and hunches her shoulders, expression far more severe than her usual neutral expression. Her tone is still bland and flat, though with a bit of an edge to it now, that Haggar understands the context]

It only brings more questions than before. But it's something everyone interested should know about - see.

[She wouldn't let on about it if she could, and she gathers herself quickly once Baku reminds her of her presence, but it didn't help that they were in this space; there had been much to absorb about all of that.]

Any news is important, no matter the delivery. Especially if there are those willing to press those boundaries to procure it.

[It unsettling, but she knew this wasn't something to ignore.]

Yes. Thankfully there are those able enough to do so.

[and were willing to. If only her own powers allowed her to join in on the fun, alas. She inclines her head] There others I should get to tonight; I trust you'll have no issue returning to your dreams?

I will not. Thank you for providing the information.

[This is good; if there is no more to be had, she will remove herself from the "space" to ruminate elsewhere, as further incentive for the other not to linger.]

You're welcome. I'll leave you to it, then.

[she leaves without much fanfare, being the simple creature she is; a door appears and she steps through it, closing it quietly behind her; it disappears as soon as it closes]