RP POST: Hi. Let's talk. ((Locked to mr_rue))

[ghostshield]

It seems like a fairly standard dream. No buildings seem to be where they ought to be, and all manner of odd events occur such that only can occur in dreams. Nick, for his own part, is talking to people he doesn't normally -- spirits, a few people from comics he read as a kid, etc

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[mr_rue]

Rue has been to this man's dreams before.

He hasn't said or done anything yet, though. Usually he's only strong enough to flicker in briefly and then out again-- only when he's especially lucky is he able to talk or move. Today is one of those days.

He recognizes Nick, if not by face, then by aura alone. It's something familiar, something that pulls him to this spot almost as much as Jeff's, or maybe even Bennington's. It's an anger, maybe, though it isn't until today that he can place it.

Nick, he remembers. Nick with the spirits.

Lovely.

Tonight he fizzles in as he always does, hands held behind his back. He watches curiously, just out of the corner of Nick's eye.

"Hello."

[ghostshield]

Nick finishes talking with whoever it is (is that Abe Lincoln) and turns, smiling at Rue.

"Hi."

And suddenly, everything shifts -- an iron cage shoots up and clangs around Rue, and all the extra people that were walking around in Nick's "dream" seem to, well, vanish.

And there's Nick, and the magatama he wears in his dream state is... glowing.

"We need to talk."

[mr_rue]

Rue sucks in a breath through his teeth and exhales a nervous laugh. He touches the bars with his hand, as if that alone could make it dissolve and release him.

It doesn't.

"What a coincidence," he says, raising his eyes to meet Nick's. He's obviously on edge, but he can handle this, honestly, he can handle this. "I was hoping to talk as well."

[ghostshield]

"Good. We talk then. I start."

He summons up a chair within his dreamscape -- soulscape? Mindscape? It all sort of melds together -- and sits down, leaning forward, hands in lap.

And he begins. "Why are you haunting me?"