[The change is dizzying; a little more than the effort extended previously. Sometimes lucid dreamers can change a dream; rare instances of someone changing a rainy day to a nicer one, an old apartment to the one they live in currently. Usually, Jules is the one guiding it.
He looks at Dom - really looks at him - like he's seeing him for the first time. A new appreciation; a new curiosity.
He blinks, remembers why he's here. ] I need a favour. It's a big one.
[ Dom's stuck with Witch Imposter Syndrome, always told by his mothers that boy-witches were never meant to harness magic, while Dom always seemed to mess up every spell he did on his own or with others — first the pink hair, then the wrath sigil, then the portal they tried to open here — it's all led to him accepting he'll never be truly good, even at the sphere he's accidentally chosen as his specialty: dream manipulation, and more beyond that. There are so many things that come to him easily that he forgets to wonder if that's proof of his competence, for once. It's why he doesn't know what to make of the look on Jules' face at first. ]
… You're not gonna ask me to hurt someone, are you?
[Suitably ominous, while he rehearses the exact phrasing over and over. How do you sugar coat something like this? You can't, he thinks. There's no real way to say I need to make you into my little doll.
He never was a doll kid, is the thing. ]
I - I got this request in, with the chance to promote someone if I do it. Thing is I need to make someone into my brother. Train 'em on how to act, how to dress, and have them let me treat them how I treat him.
[ There's a pause, and seconds don't really tick one at a time in a dream, but he can kinda feel them on an unseen clock right now. The biggest challenge is making sure he heard that right. Maybe he did dream this guy up?
(Definitely a real projection of him, though. He can tell by now.) ]
[ Dom opens his mouth, closes his mouth, which doesn't really make a difference in a dream, but. It's the thought that counts. ]
... I guess they are.
[ Cue the awkward silence. ]
That's a really fucking weird quest, dude. [ But he gets it. His quest was fucked up too. More than dressing someone up and giving them stage directions, he guesses. ] What're you using it for?
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He looks at Dom - really looks at him - like he's seeing him for the first time. A new appreciation; a new curiosity.
He blinks, remembers why he's here. ] I need a favour. It's a big one.
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… You're not gonna ask me to hurt someone, are you?
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[Suitably ominous, while he rehearses the exact phrasing over and over. How do you sugar coat something like this? You can't, he thinks. There's no real way to say I need to make you into my little doll.
He never was a doll kid, is the thing. ]
I - I got this request in, with the chance to promote someone if I do it. Thing is I need to make someone into my brother. Train 'em on how to act, how to dress, and have them let me treat them how I treat him.
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(Definitely a real projection of him, though. He can tell by now.) ]
... Me?
[ As if that's the belated realization. ]
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[Lightly sardonic, a little urgent. ] There's no one else that'd really - I don't know. Everyone else in this place is so white.
[This is punctuated with a shrug. The implication being that he wouldn't do Romy the disservice of white-washing him, wouldn't insult him that way. ]
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... I guess they are.
[ Cue the awkward silence. ]
That's a really fucking weird quest, dude. [ But he gets it. His quest was fucked up too. More than dressing someone up and giving them stage directions, he guesses. ] What're you using it for?