Plot Post-The Dreaming-Where the Edges are thin.

[mm_ceit]

Sometimes the veils between worlds get thin, perhaps dreams are stronger or nightmares

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[mm_spooky_lemur]

One thing about the sun's glare in the desert is it makes a good psychopomp. Add to this dehydration, a bullet wound and a natural tendency to see the blurring around the edges of reality and it's no wonder Drake finds himself in the Veils outside of the Mojave desert.

Question is, did he get to where he meant or is this just another road through?

[pi_wakawaka]

(OOC: I don't recognize the character so please let me know if there's more you'd like from the Dreaming.)

The trees which can't seem to decide if they wish to be windswept pines or towering oaks lean towards him and the wind tries to find a way to his wound.

[74asecret]

[OOC-That's okay I have no idea who he is either. An OC that popped into my head one day; weird west outlaw with magic or something.]

He turns into the wind and pulls out a silk scarf to wrap his revolver in. Wouldn't due to offend any natives he came across and if that China man was right, silk should deaden the iron.

[pi_wakawaka]

A bird drops from a tree to become a young woman with feathers on her arms and in her hair. She's wearing jeans with a tank top but there's a hint of something more around her,

"Who do you fight?"

[74asecret]

He looks up and lets his gaze drift past her towards her left shoulder (some spirits take offense at direct gazes) and blinks a few times.

"Whomever I'm paid to and whomever deserves it." He replies. His accent is cultured with a hint of the South Western United States.

[pi_wakawaka]

Hers hints of islands in the Pacific as does the tattoo that's just visible under the feathers of one arm,

"You claim justice?"

[74asecret]

That gets a little laugh.

"When it serves," is his reply. He wasn't expecting any sort of inquisition but then any who would rely on expectations when traveling the Veils is a fool and soon parted with his body. Just as it's foolish to lie to the spirits. "Not today though. Today I'm just passing through."

[pi_wakawaka]

"Passing and hurting, careful where you spill blood and iron. No one takes kindly to brought in hurts,"

She's suddenly closer and tiltng her head to see how bad his wound is.

[74asecret]

The wound isn't serious unless it's left alone to bleed out.

"I aim to keep to myself but maybe another scarf would be in order," he replies careful not to move fast as he pulls out another to press against his wound. "Did you happen to see a white rabbit or a pale little man run by here?"

[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa nods and pulls from her pocket a bandanna,

"Try that and I don't believe I did. The trees will know better."

[bitofhim_inside]

Further down the path, a bright red coat is clearly visible among the green foliage. The young woman wearing it - in her early twenties, dark of complexion - is sitting on the rotten trunk of a fallen tree, resting from the walk and enjoying the sun from the hole in the canopy left by the tree's descent.

He probably sees her long before she sees him.

[74asecret]

And here we go... He thinks when he sees her, but is she a guide or a challenge? He continues his casual pace until he pulls himself within speaking distance and removes his hat as a show of respect, knocking a bit of dust from it as he does so. (Why does the dust follow him into the spirit world?)

"Howdy ma'am," he says with a nod. "Did you happen to see a white rabbit go by here?"

[bitofhim_inside]

Zoe's mouth twitches faintly, suggesting she's very amused indeed, before she looks up with a neutral expression.

"Are we talking literally here?"

[74asecret]

"Possibly. Or he may have looking like a rabbitty sort of fellow."

[bitofhim_inside]

"No," she then answers. "I didn't know to look for any."