Test Drive Meme

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Test Drive Meme

Been considering apping here but aren't sure if it's for you? Post a comment here with the character in question as if they were in the game. The usual rules of character dreams apply, which is to say that for the most part there aren't any. Current members of the community are of course welcome and encouraged to tag around themselves! Otherwise, use this opportunity as an open meme to have your characters interact in their dreams and see if you'd like to consider apping at Passing. :)

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[badbulletshield.livejournal.com]

[ In the waking world, under the certain light of day, Abel might not even have recognized him, but here, of course - there is only one person in the world who looks as he does, who speaks as he does.

But for all of his horror and grief and fury, instantaneous upon recognizing him, Abel is not entirely blind. This is Cain, not simply the monster who wears his face in all the rest of Abel's dreams, and his anger fizzles out just as quickly as it came to him.

The realization doesn't stop the dream itself from darkening somewhat, just around the edges, but when he answers, there is only reluctant agreement in his voice. ]

She's... Meaner than she used to be, you know.

[goldenpacifist.livejournal.com]

[Cain is quick to take notice. He's been having these strange dreams for some time. The constants like Buffy and Minato always remind him to take notice of everything while he dreams; after all he's never met them in the city or back home. Cain can't shake the feeling something was very different about this one. This Abel seemed surprised to see him like this... Why would he dream this? Was this going to be a nightmare?]

I realized that some time ago... [The food is gone as Cain cautiously approaches Abel. He's waiting for something bad to happen. He's hoping if it does Buffy or Minato would swoop in and take him off to a nicer, safer dream.]

She's had to endure a lot all by herself. We talk about it sometimes.

[badbulletshield.livejournal.com]

[ It's a nightmare of a sort, but in Abel's bad dreams, the worst fates always tend to befall him, the living few he has left to protect-- And in this way, Cain is more or less immune - because he's already dead and buried, in Abel's mind.

He doesn't move, as Cain comes closer, though it's sorely tempting to turn and simply wish him away, again, like the phantom he is. Even in sleep, Abel doesn't believe him to be real, and he thinks he really could make him disappear, if he only wanted it enough. ]

It's been such a long time since I've seen her... But it's still strange to think she's changed so much.

[goldenpacifist.livejournal.com]

Maybe if you came by more often... [Cain starts gently before dismissing it. That wasn't the point either of them were going at.]

Between us I miss the days when she was a tiny little thing that clung to Lilith's hip. She was happier then.

[As happy as a toddler who was regularly experimented on could be anyways.]

[badbulletshield.livejournal.com]

If I 'came by'...?

[ He says it like it's so casual, and for a moment, Abel turns to him with genuine surprise - but it's difficult to look at Cain for long, this person who is a stranger to him, now, more than anyone. ]

...Mm. Maybe. [ But Abel doesn't know anything about happiness, back then. And of all of them, he thinks, he might have been cruelest to Seth, from the start. Indifferent. ] I suppose my memory isn't what it used to be.

[goldenpacifist.livejournal.com]

Yes. You hardly ever come over. [Cain stares at him for a moment wondering why that would surprise him... until it dawns back on him again. Oh yes there was something strange going on here.]

Maybe we should be getting you fish then. It might help that old man memory of yours.

[badbulletshield.livejournal.com]

[ He really is having the strangest dream. Dismissing that incomprehensible chatter as one does when faced with an unthinkable turn of imaginary events, Abel has the good grace to try, at least, to sound faintly amused at that casual dig. ]

I've never liked that greasy fish, you know. I'd prefer something sweet.

[goldenpacifist.livejournal.com]

Like chocolates or caramels? [Cain asks with good cheer.] We can get them right now if you like.

[badbulletshield.livejournal.com]

Oh, but--

[He looks around, again, somewhat anxiously, and when he speaks, next, it seems he's talking more to himself than to Cain.]

I'm still waiting for that train. If I leave this spot, I'm liable to miss it, entirely... And my boss won't be pleased, if she has to foot the bill for a second ticket.

[goldenpacifist.livejournal.com]

[Cain laughs softly.] I don't think the train will be coming, Abel.

[badbulletshield.livejournal.com]

[ No, no, but he's absolutely convinced! ] But I can already hear the whistle. It's just too late; I really can't afford to leave this spot, now.