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Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Second Dream Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ Forwarded to late night

[Around the afternoon, Paprika was released from the experimental alternate universe and went back to being her cheery dream girl self. And, like most others, she thought she was spared from the continued experiments.

Oh how wrong she was.

Like on the first night she arrived in Luceti, Paprika is going to be dropping into people's dreams through teleportation. Prepare to get your dreamspace invaded citizens of Luceti. Please don't kill her for this - she really doesn't want to imagine the crazy stuff you dream of.]

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No.

This...didn't happen. Might have happened. [He shudders a bit.] Should have happened. [Still resolutely not looking at Paprika, he glances off to the side, apparently zeroing in on the body of an adolescent girl. Her throat has been torn out.] Almost happened.

I have time. I'm not going anywhere.

Of course it happened. On some level it did because it's in this place. People don't just dream of corpses unless there's a good reason. And you're not a fan of the horror genre.

[She looks around again, still unfazed by what she's seeing.]

You don't have anywhere to go, but you don't have any time either.

Why not? [He starts walking again, searching still.] I'm alone and rotting away - I should have nothing but time.

Oh please. You're old, but you're not that old. But you said that you don't know what you're even searching for.

[Giles pauses in his searching, and laughs. It's not a nice laugh.]

And, you know, I'm going to get older. I'll live forever, now. And watching them die takes almost no time at all. Very convenient, that.

[The laugh unnerves her, but not as much as his comments. She turns her head around to look at the corpses and then turns to him. Her facial expression is rather blank, but her tone is firm.]

You killed them, didn't you?

Would have. Could have. Should have.

But no. Only one. And, you know, I am starving.

[Oh wow she does not like the sound of that. She doesn't move though, realizing that will only make him react. Right now though it was becoming apparent that this was not the same Giles she was dealing with on a regular basis.]

The grocery store is always in stock of any food you can think of.

Yes. An entire village. Full of peaceful, pleasant fools. They should know better. I warned them.

I warned you.

That's pretty rude, calling me a fool. Just because you're a librarian doesn't mean you know everything.

[Giles whirls around and snarls. His game face is out, yellow eyes glowing and fangs bared.]

[As he whirls around she jumps back, changing to her Monkey King attire as she does and forming a long red staff in her right hand.]

That's a pretty scary look you're showing me Giles. If you even are him right now.

No. Not anymore.

A monster. That's all that's left.

[He growls as he looks around again at the bodies.] So they say. And so that's all I need.

So, you say you're a monster just because other people say it? I never thought you would be the type to conform to other people's ideas, but then again you aren't acting like yourself anyway right now.

[Giles grins, and his fangs are suddenly bloody.] I know what I am. No one knows better than I do, and if I needed reminding, that's fine. It's so very disorienting, at first. That's why we're so easy to kill.

I killed her and I drank her dry. I was hungry, and she was there. Would have killed him to, without a second thought, if he hadn't tasted so disgusting.

[His voice is all but vibrating with anger and hate. Not necessarily at her, not necessarily at anyone, but definitely there.

Paprika might also feel a...presence behind her as Giles speaks.]

[She shakes her head lightly.]

You can tell me a hundred times over that you're a monster. You can even try to prove it to me a hundred times over. But, I've seen monsters Giles. I've met them and dealt with them. Two of them actually. You aren't a monster.

[She feels the presence and once she does a cloud forms under her feet and flies her into the air, landing her several feet away from Giles and the odd presence behind her.]

[Buffy steps up to take Paprika's place, an ornate scythe over one shoulder. She doesn't speak. There's...another Giles, standing beside her, looking exhausted and half-dead. He doesn't speak, either, just lays a hand on Buffy's shoulder for a second. She looks up at him and smiles, before starting forward towards the vampire version.]

[What in the world--]

Buffy?!

[Where did she come from. There's no way she can teleport into dreams like she can so it has to be another part of the dream. But then what catches her eye is Giles. The real Giles. At least she hopes as much. She cautiously approaches, still wondering was going on.]

[The Slayer and the vampire start to fight, each blow expressing ferocity and hate on a primal level. This is an old fight, a habitual fight, one they've fought many times before. Giles watches them calmly. He glances over at Paprika as she approaches, and then looks back. He's incredibly pale and, while the rest of the dream is stark and nightmarish, he seems slightly...faded.]

You picked an unfortunate time to drop by.

[She smiles a little at that. Giles looked horrible, but she was glad that he was okay.]

The Malnosso are the masters of timing. I really wish I knew their secret.

So do I. It's amazing what knowledge can do when it isn't in the hands of unknowable, omniscient psychopaths.

Sorry about it, by the way. It's still thinking with its teeth, and it doesn't seem much inclined to do otherwise.

Don't worry about it. [Her head turns around to see the two fighters clashing and then turns back to him.] Mind explaining to me why there are two of you? Or should I just figure that out myself.

I think I'm what's...left. I'm what it's using to keep pretending. Or what it should be using. It doesn't seem to care that much. [He also glances back again at the fighting, but his expression is a hopeless, bitter one.]

But we haven't been fed in a while, and so it's not that interested in thinking clearly to begin with.

Fed? ...Why do I have feeling you don't mean food.

I mean food, yes.

Just...not your sort of food. [He looks back at her, evidently sympathetic.]

Paprika, you are a very kind and understanding individual. But when it called us a monster, it was being unfortunately literal.

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lj stop being slow and not letting me post my replies :|

/beats LJ into submission

\o/ /cheers on

/plays FF victory theme