Characters involved are: Collin (RED), Reoite (ORANGE),
Logged by Reoite
Khiea's Dream: Misguided Affection
On you walk down that pathway, until you find yourself high on a hillside... Which is peculiar, since you never walked up nor down any slope. But, sure enough, here you stand, high above the world, with a view from horizon to horizon, once again in brightest day. But you can see nothing of the giant lake or grass framed pathways.. Instead, all that can be seen is a desert. The sands stretch as far as you can see, with only a single pathway breaking the full of it, held in a coloring so neon-yellow that it seems more a color out of a fingerpaint set than the color of sand. Its not hot, either. Odd.
A sort of haze settles over the area, like a sort of quiet mist, through which you catch traces of figures, of people, of forms.. But never anything you can distinguish.
Exits: <U>p the hill, <D>own or <E>ast.
Contents:
Collin
Taken.
Thank you for recycling.
It is never easy being alone at a time like this. Ths place bares the soul, the fears of every person and animal, to such an extent that even the most lonely of hunters prowls slowly by the side of the road on the hill, as if trying to hide more then to hunt. Reoite slinks about in some scrub, utterly visible, but laying low, as if the tangle of scrubby grass could conceal him. No, being alone out here is, as it is for even the strongest of people, disconcerting and strange. Reoite seeks to look in all directions at once, failing miserably and defaulting to simply prowling around, scowling at anything that seem remotely animate.
He's been here before. He knows there's something odd about this place... but he's only been to it a couple of times-- if that. He stays fairly close to the path, though, walking it with a strange look upon his face... mainly, yes, one that's rather disconcerted and worried, unsure of where to turn next. One moment he was walking a path amidst grass and flowers, and suddenly he's in such a desolate place...? Collin really can't think of much to say to that. Rather than in his full gear, for the Dream, he finds himself stripped of his coat, scarf, and goggles, and nothing but empty holsters for where his guns should be. Shuffling in steps, he finds himself rather lost, unsure of his footing... and completely unaware of the feline prowling in it's sleep.
Aha! Another person, and as this stranger enters range, the personality changes, and no more the slinking, cautious fur skulikng in the unergrowth, Reoite sidles to the side of the road, and sit erect, head in the air, regarding the oncomer with his trademark disdain. Just a little tinge of human nervousness might twinge the sides of his eyes, for his lack of humanity. He stands a proud sentinel, happy to let the man pass. He has conquered quite enough today.
What a funny little thing to find in a place like this! Collin eyes the cat for a moment, regarding it's actions with a bit of a curious stare before giving a brief laugh. Hey, this'll break up the monotony of his wanderings for his sleep, it looks like. Then again, he's wandered the desert for so long... could this be some kind of metaphor to his life? Nah-- just thinking too hard. Crouching down, he offers one hand out to the cat, a bit of a brief smile on his face.
Reoite turns his head a little to the side, staring quizzically at the hand. But...there's nothing there. Just a hand. What is this human insistence on touching he sees, every day? A faint glimmer of recognition down on him. Was it...? No, perhaps not. Still, the hand is there. Lick it? Place his paw on it? Honestly. "Um, what am I expected to do, here?", Reoite asks, his face turning up to the man's face. "I mean, am I just paing patronised, or do you want me to do something, or what?". He stares quizzically from hand, to face again, expecting a pretty darn good answer for his time. He's mauled people to death for less than this.
Hopping a bit, Collin gawks. "Y-You... talk?!" Master of the Obvious, indeed. The agent crouches down, blinking rather curiously as he settles one arm on his knee and scratches his head. "... Well, uh... I guess I figured I would've just pet you, figure out where you were going, and ... I dunno. How'd you get here...?" he asks-- nope, he's not quite figured things out, yet. He knows it's just a dream, but sometimes things feel too real...
For a single secod, Reoite remembers why it is sometimes better not to be able to speak. Explaining himself is not something he feels he should have to invest effort in thinking about. "Don't bother, you'll just put everything out of place.". Every hair in its right place, a human touch would disturb the solid fabric and warrant repair. "Well, I was over there in that grass earlier, and, well, now I'm here. How d'you do?". Cheshire grin staring up in the face, as sure of a reaction as he was last time. It always startles them the first time. Still, best to weather it out and see what he's up to, for now.
Collin blinks-- well, it sure knew what it was talking about, it seems. Hand running through his hair, the agent peers around with a curious sort of look about him, attempting to piece things together. "... Well, alright... just kind of weirded out. Yourself?" he asks, tilting his head a bit. Yes, he expects someone with the marionette strings to jump out at any tootin' time...
Reoite nods solemnly. "I'm good. Just out taking a little walk. Stretch the legs, you know...".Yes. No, I was not playing. I was, er, hunting. That's it. Raar. "You didn't see a guy, sorta tall, blue robes, black hair anywhere? He always runs away here.".
There's a bit of a pause-- he remembers a person like that... and ... he had actually tried to see him in Bledavik recently, but... it seems like he's become quite famous during his travels out across the desert, and missed his chance. Attempt to apologize for something that happened in the past... His eyes a little confused, he shakes his head and offers a forced, if not semi-misleading smile. "Can't say that I have." Collin says, dusting himself off as he rises back to his feet. "... Is he your... um... ... friend?" Yeah, he's got to look for words, now...
"Associate.". The word is nonchalant, and pracitced, as if this explanation was a regular one. He regularly reassured himself that yes, his relationship with the Etone was strictly businesslike. The Etone fed him, and, er, he, er, took care of other things. Like smiting. And fending off potential muggers. "We hang out a bit...". Cut ahort as Reoite regards the man sideways. "...have we met before?". The question is an afterthought, almost, indicated by Reoite gently licking the back of his right paw.
Sure, associate is one way to put it-- so is aquaintence... but the way this ... cat... is making it sound, it's more like a symbiotic relationship than anything. Collin blinks and scratches his head-- probably a bit different than one would remember, mainly due to his hair, the sunburn settled off into a rich tan... and just about whatever skin visible save his face is scarred rather nastily in one way or another. "... Uh... I don't ... think we've met. That is, that I can remember..."
"Indeed...". Reoite looks sternly, as sternly as a cat can look, with just a little help in being ale to stretch rality a little, smiling in faux politeness. "Very well, then. If you see him, could you steer him toward the top of the hill? There's a good chap.". Without a second glance or word of goodbye, Reoite turns, and trots off up the road, not pausing, or even glancing backwards.
Collin blinks and tilts his head, his brow cocking. "I-- er..." Well, that was interesting... he's met his first talking cat. Maybe when he gets up in the morning, he can go see the local psychologist... It's not to say that it wasn't an experience, but often, one doesn't dream about talking cats... he'll have to investigate further onto why he finds himself here, sometimes... yes, definately investigate. But... the man the cat talked about... couldn't be, could it...?