Dream 001 - [Backdated to March 15th ]

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Warning: None
Effects: A sense of urgency that increases the longer the dream is broadcast.

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[candidate_no_12]

(The Homunculus watches the dream of the man whom he still regards as a puppet-master. Therefore, he is completely bewildered that the dream contains failure. Seeing a weakness revealed by the dream prompts him to inquire about it--at the moment, he speaks with a certain respect to the thief, to another one that he counts on killing him. At this point, he has not yet dreamed of weakness, these emotions that will plant the seed that will prompt him to eventually seek the death of his soul with far greater frequency than the death of his body.)

In the end, it was that woman that opened the door. Is there someone who rivals you in your thievery?

(There is the matter of the pressing crowd, but he leaves that aside for now.)

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[Fujiko? Better than him? Tch, that was just ridiculous.]

No way, she's just my good luck charm!

[candidate_no_12]

(He has hit upon a sore point. Just the reason he needs to drill it further--but, through light mockery, instead of a malicious onslaught.)

Is that so? Then why did you not open the door?

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How should I know? Dreams don't usually make much sense.

[candidate_no_12]

They tend to take a nonsensical form. However, they more often than not reveal a great deal of a man in reality--his actual anxieties, desires.

Does this woman-- (Wrath had a sibling who reminds him of the woman in Lupin the Third's dream, at least in the way she uses her assets to manipulate and deceive human men. Though, Lust had far more sophisticated ambitions than whatever was behind that door. Assuming that Lupin's woman is a thief, and knowing that Lupin is a thief, Wrath assumes whatever lay beyond that door was material wealth, the concerns of which were beneath all Homunculi save for Greed. Still, Wrath notes the woman is surprisingly insidious for a human, having crushed the red-wearing thief against the door while exciting him with her female anatomy.) --distract you from your goal?

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[He didn't like this whole thing - Bradley having access to his dreams. It just meant one more thing to be wary about. He defaulted to a scoff and a lascivious grin.]

Heh. You could say that.

[candidate_no_12]

(But there is no need to worry about Wrath using the knowledge about Lupin gained from his dreams against him in some dark, secluded alley in the dead of night---right? Right.)

(At Lupin's scoff and crude, libidinous grin, Wrath returns it with a predatory, evil smirk as one corner of his mustached lips lifts--but not in aggression towards Lupin---more similar to the way that two men joke about sexual matters, though in this case due it might be rather one-sided.)

I do not know how it is in your world, but in mine it is more common for the man to be behind. There is no better feeling than the junk in the trunk. What do you think, young man?"

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[.........--what even -- did he seriously just hear that?!]

2/3 (I lied.)

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[He doesn't recover as quickly as he'd like, sputtering incoherently.]

S-sure, I guess.

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--But hey, it was just a dream! Her being behind doesn't mean anything!

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[candidate_no_12]

(Wrath observes Lupin's reaction--initially completely discomposed, then incoherent, and finally bubbling down to protest--translates to him as incredulousness that he would bring up such a topic--for, Wrath is merely a decrepit old man and a brute. How could he know of such things? -- And denial. Having the puppet-master backed into a corner, Wrath pursues remorselessly, his eccentricity and his predatory nature fusing into a thoroughly disturbing conglomerate.)

Now I've got you all figured out, Lupin the Third. You are one of those insipid fools who believes that breasts are the apex of sexual satisfaction. You are sorely misguided, human. If your woman being behind has no grounds in reality, then why are you so defiant about it?

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[candidate_no_12]

(His terrible face reverts once again to being semi-amiable, semi-malicious.)

Do not be discouraged, son. My wife has bested me many times between the sheets. It's nothing to be ashamed of.

(And finally, with a look of resignation, though half of his mouth is lifted in a smirk,)

We must accept that in the end, as much we wish to dominate them, our women have superior cunning and therefore are guaranteed the victory.

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[Oh, now this was getting personal. Bradley was poking him, making assumptions about...about his manly qualities! About his preferences. Breasts were a completely legitimate point of interest!--]

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[--but that at least was something he could relate to, as creepy as it was for Bradley to make any amount of sense. Fujiko bested him 'between the sheet's (more like 'not even near the sheets') nine times out of ten. As for superior cunning...]

You can say that again.

[candidate_no_12]

(Initially the human seemed offended--so he had been right, his assumption--he did not expect it, for his eccentric remark had been a mere tool to goad Lupin. However, yes, it was true. He did think breasts were inferior to the ass, and he strongly believed so, therefore--maybe it was not all goading.)

(In the end, he was able to make headway after all, for the human had ceased being upset and now seemed to understand their common ground.)

Though---(It is Wrath's turn to be thrown off.) You have not mounted her?

(He had, from their first meeting, figured Lupin to be one who could acquire absolutely anything--and anyone--in the world. He is honestly nonplussed at the implied failure in Lupin's tone to even bed his woman.)

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[WHAT, NO. That wasn't what he'd meant at all! The fact that someone like Bradley would even bring that up - and with a word like 'mount.' Lupin could feel himself go all prickly and forcibly shoved the instinct down - he'd already painted himself into enough corners with this conversation. He didn't need Wrath getting after him for this, of all things!]

Don't be ridiculous, of course I have! All the time! I have to fight her off with a stick to get any sleep at night!

[Good thing Fujiko wasn't around to somehow find out he'd been saying those things; she'd murder him before he got his mouth all the way closed around the words.]