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Characters: Shin and anyone asleep
Open? Yep!
Where: the Dreaming
When: Nighttime, RD12
What: Shin goes dream walking.
Warnings: Lots of capitalized Ds

Even in Dreams, Shin was restless. Without the normal background hum of hundreds of Dreamers, the Dreaming felt empty. Hollow.

Far to much like it had when his Dreaming had been sealed.

There were still the doors to the dreams of everyone who was asleep, even if so many of them seemed like cardboard cut outs... It was easy to spot the ones of those who weren't native of the world. They were more real, solid, and he could feel more clearly who was behind them. It was something he had noticed before, back home. The doors to fellow Dreamers were the more vibrant and real, and those who had strong powers were a close second. Idly he drifted through the insubstantial hallway, knocking on some to announce his presence, others just phasing into the dream and looking around. After all, it wasn't as if he expected most people to hear him knocking. They'd have to be aware for that, and he knew for a fact that there were no other Dreamers around and active dreamers were rare.

[[OoC: Feel free to notice Shin entering your characters dream, or to just set up a random dream for him to step into!

Edit: Also, since Shin power allows him to manipulate dreams, let me know if you don't want him to be able to with your character's dream, please!]]

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Eliot writhed in the chair, just praying that the car battery would die soon. It felt like hours since they'd dragged him in here. "Chapman, stop! I can't... No!"

This, right here? This was why he normally only slept about ninety minutes at a time. He opened his eyes, pleading silently with his unitmate. "Chapman, why?"

The blond just smiled. "You know why, Eliot. And you know how to stop this." He gestured toward the gun by Eliot's hand.

"No!" he screamed as the other man connected the power again, his scream becoming wordless in his pain.

It was reflex when he encountered a nightmare, reaching out to the fabric of the dream and freezing it so that everything but the dreamer was suddenly like a painting or photo; lifeless and still. A strong enough mind sometimes would keep stubbornly stuck in the dream, staying within the picture instead of being removed from it, but most were glad to be out of whatever situation their sleeping mind had conjured for them and would break free.

Eliot gasped reflexively as the nightmare froze. That had never happened before. Instinctively, he sought out whatever had changed the dream. No, the memory. He frowned in confusion when he saw the teenager. "What... How...?"

"You were having a nightmare," Shin explained, the fabric of the dream rippling like water as he walked through it towards the dreamer. "I didn't think you'd want to stay in it."

Eliot nodded slowly. "I didn't. Thank you. But how?"

Shin gave a bit of a smile, shrugging. "It's just what I do. Dreaming is my realm, you could say."

And any other explanation would be awkward and complicated.

Eliot nodded. That made as much sense as anything else here. And for once he wouldn't have to relive that whole nightmare. "Thanks."

"No problem," Shin returned with a small smile. "One less nightmare's one less nightmare, you know?"

He gave the dream a slightly push to will it to fall away, turning it into a proper photograph that could fall from sight if Eliot would let it.

Eliot watched the dream fall away, a mixture of wonder and guilt on his face. "Yeah," he said quietly. Except ot wasn't just a nightmare. There was too much he couldn't undo.