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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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[More for him. He swallows and is about shove a nice big creme filled one into his mouth when Castiel makes his request. Vash looks to Cas then to the donut. Then back to Cas. Then back to the donut.

WHY DO YOU MAKE HIM MAKE SUCH TOUGH CHOICES!?]

I can try.

[And he tries! Very hard!

...that donut is in his mouth less than two seconds later, but please. Do go on. Just ignore that bit of creme dribbling out of the corner of his mouth.]

[Flaps his arms. YOU BARELY TRIED, DUDE.

Whatever, Cas will just resolutely stare at a flower near where Vash is sitting instead, and tell it all the important things he needs to say, gravely, dramatically. ]

Recently I and others went to examine the Marsiva and we saw something odd inside the ship. Experiencing this memory may leave you with a feeling of dread, but I believe it's worth the risk. Do you accept?

[Vash can't help himself! He's really hungry! And his mind is slipping with it's focus thanks to the aspect of dreaming.

That is until Castiel mentions the Marsiva.]

Wait-- I know that name. That ship. [No, the donuts are much more peaceful. It's what part of him wants to bask in. To just enjoy the scenery he was in.

But when does he ever get what he wants?]

If you're coming to me in a dream? [He looks for a moment at Cas as if for confirmation. He's pretty sure it's a dream, but it was still hard to completely wrap his mind around with the fog the dream brings with it.] It must be important. Yes. I accept.

[He's going to regret this, isn't he?]

[Probably.]

Then don't move.

[Cas leans forward, bends over to tap his fingertips to Vash's forehead, and all of a sudden he's

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.

Castiel withdraws his hand.]

[When Castiel removes his hand Vash clutches at chest for a moment. A shiver goes through him and there's a weight in the pit of his stomach.

He hasn't felt something like this since-- his right hand starts to tremble. The skin there starts to bubble and twist into something else. He slaps his other hand over it and forces those thoughts away. Yet Cas may notice a trace of laughter still in the background of the dream on occasion as Vash's subconscious tries to not think about other times he felt such dread.]

What was that?

[Yeah he did hear that, and he saw that arm too (were those curls of feathers or more of that 'something else' he saw?) so he crouches down before him, on Vash's level where he sits, automatically reaching out to rest a hand atop Vash's as if to heal a wound.] I don't know. [Castiel withdraws his hand.] Take a moment. Those feelings aren't your own. Remind yourself.

[There were indeed small white feathers that had begun to sprout on his arm before Vash covered it up. He flinches back at the touch. Forgetting for moment that this was all just a dream and he can't hurt Castiel here.] I'm alright. [He grips his arm harder as if to physically strengthen his resolve with the motion.] I'll be alright.

[Still, even having said that, he takes Cas's advice and takes a couple moments to compose himself. The laughter fades away after a couple more moments and his hand stop trembling. The dread still lingers and he's not ready to let go of his grip on his own arm, but he thinks he can continue now.]

How long ago? [A hazy memory tries to break through.] Space... that's why you wanted to know who could survive in space...

[Leans back a little to give Vash more room to breathe.] Nine days.

Nine... [And how long has it been there? Since the beginning? Did the other fleet know about it?]

I'm assuming based on that memory you don't know what that thing is?

You assume correctly. [Grave voice indeed here. He doesn't like not knowing what things are.] I've never seen a creature like that.

Neither have I. How, how can it give off such feelings just by looking at it?

[That thing looked terrible. Horrific even. Vash had seen terrible things, but they hadn't chilled him in the same way that this thing did.]

I don't believe we get that feeling from looking. [Reaches back behind his ear to touch the augment implant site knowingly.]

[Vash moves as if to reach back and also touch the part where his augment should be, but it would require letting go of his arm. He's not ready to do that so he lets his hands fall again.]

Of course. I think you're probably right on that one, but what could the reason be to make us react in such a way to that--- thing. [He doesn't even like thinking about it.]

The augments are likely a part of the creature itself. At least, that's my theory. [If the feeling is a kind of defense mechanism for a parasite-type of creature, then it makes sense. Any perceived threat causes the feeling.]

I can see how that would be a good working theory.

[He thinks quietly to himself for a moment.] How could none of us have felt that thing while we were all there? Is it just... is it viewing it that causes that? Not being near it?

I don't know. It could be a defense mechanism. [Or it could be an intentional reaction from a sentient creature. It rankles Cas like nothing else that he can't confront this thing.]

Perhaps.

I can see why you're coming to people in their dreams about this. I have to say, that's a really useful skill you have there.

[He should probably continue to discuss that creature, but Vash finds he can hardly bring himself to think much longer on it without feeling sick to his stomach.]

It serves its purpose. [It's just kinda normal, don't make a bfd out of it] If you have no further questions, I need to leave. I have a few other dreams to enter tonight.

None that I can think of for now.

Thank you. For the risks you took and for sharing this information.

[Like...seriously nothing to thank him for, but sure buddy. Peace out, gonna vanish now; enjoy your donut shower, hopefully]

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