Now this is what it's like when worlds collide.
WHO: Grell & Jam
WHAT: A fortuitous meeting!
WHERE: Somewhere in the residential district.
WHEN: Today!
Jam had arranged himself comfortably, as he always did. He'd calmed himself, as he always did. He'd settled down beneath a tree, cleared his mind, and reached out. Tonight would be no different, of course. He would amuse himself with the nearby sleeping minds, he would twist a few dreams and rend a few dreaming consciousnesses, and then he would finish and be on his way -- as he always did.
Tonight it was a young man. A new subject, a clean slate. So much possibility! Jam's body smiled, although his mind was currently a quarter of a mile away and deep inside the subconscious of said young man. There were so many possibilities when the game was just beginning, yes, so many paths. Should this man transform, in a few months, into a shivering, shambling wreck, barely recognizable to friends and family and flinching at every noise? Or perhaps an angry soul, volatile and full of rage without justifiable cause? Perhaps he would provoke the wrong enemy and break himself, perhaps he would carry himself too far and break someone else.
So many possibilities.
Jam's eyes glowed their soft orange as he worked, open and staring sightlessly at the darkness of evening ahead of him. He wasn't disturbed, as was always the case. Things were going exactly as he'd planned them to go, as they always did. As he always did.
WHAT: A fortuitous meeting!
WHERE: Somewhere in the residential district.
WHEN: Today!
Jam had arranged himself comfortably, as he always did. He'd calmed himself, as he always did. He'd settled down beneath a tree, cleared his mind, and reached out. Tonight would be no different, of course. He would amuse himself with the nearby sleeping minds, he would twist a few dreams and rend a few dreaming consciousnesses, and then he would finish and be on his way -- as he always did.
Tonight it was a young man. A new subject, a clean slate. So much possibility! Jam's body smiled, although his mind was currently a quarter of a mile away and deep inside the subconscious of said young man. There were so many possibilities when the game was just beginning, yes, so many paths. Should this man transform, in a few months, into a shivering, shambling wreck, barely recognizable to friends and family and flinching at every noise? Or perhaps an angry soul, volatile and full of rage without justifiable cause? Perhaps he would provoke the wrong enemy and break himself, perhaps he would carry himself too far and break someone else.
So many possibilities.
Jam's eyes glowed their soft orange as he worked, open and staring sightlessly at the darkness of evening ahead of him. He wasn't disturbed, as was always the case. Things were going exactly as he'd planned them to go, as they always did. As he always did.