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Dream a little dream of me...

INCEPTION AU MEME

Ever wanted to throw your character into the wonderful world of dream share? Want to do a crossover with your spy or detective or wizard? Now's your chance!

1. Post your character, list any preferences (or no-nos) you may have!
2. Set up a scenario, if you'd like! Is your character an extractor, architect, point man, etc? What job are they on?
3. Tag around - do weird AU crossover things, whatever your heart desires.
4. Dream a little bigger, darling~ (and be excellent to each other)

Warning: Some threads may involve violence, psychological manipulation, or sex.

Roles:

Extractor: They lead the operation, organizing the team and acting as the main creative force behind the operation.
Point (Wo)man: They do most of the nitty gritty work - researching marks, planning the logistics of the heist, making sure the risk is minimized.
Architect: They design the actual dream levels.
Forger: Psychologically adept, forgers can impersonate real people the mark knows, or invent characters to distract and/or manipulate a mark.
Chemist: They formulate the drug compounds (called somnacin) necessary for the dreamers to enter a shared dream state.
Projection: A figment of a person’s subconscious, usually manifesting as a person - either a random stranger or possibly someone you know! Or maybe even a shade.
Mark: The target of the extraction!

Scenarios:

1. Extraction: you've been hired to extract information of some kind from someone! Who hired you? Who is your mark? How is everything about to go wrong?
2. Woops it's the police! You're a law enforcement agent tracking down dream thieves. How are you doing this? Are you going undercover? Fighting fire with fire?
3. Dream therapy: Going into someone's subconscious can have uses other than just stealing, you know! Maybe you're a therapist, or a patient, looking for a little healing?
4. Dream training: You're a soldier or a cop, and dream sharing is the latest and greatest technology to help in training. OR maybe you're training your subconscious to resist invasion?
5. Inception: you've been asked to do the impossible! Who's your mark? What's the idea? Who's on the team? This can't possibly go wrong!
6. Trapped in limbo: You and/or the person you're dreaming with have lost themselves in limbo! What are you doing? Will you ever wake up?
7. Obligatory "have you ever had sex in a dream" prompt.
8. Wild Card: have fun, go wild, create your own!

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[ wow, first time being first

He's a Forger, surprise surprise. And occasional Architect and/or Point Man, but he prefers the forgery work. ]

On the night a new year dawned, the god of tricks and lies held a festival for all but himself, nearly kissed a boy, and then wandered off alone into a wintery night.

He couldn't help his thoughts turning towards the girl he'd betrayed and exiled. The Leah he'd fought had been a figment of his own imagination, a creation forged of guilt and shame and fear. He had to wonder if she really would be like that if he saw her again.

Yeah probably.

He returned to his apartment - in Detroit now, but he was going to move it really soon, because who wanted to live in Detroit, anyway? - and turned on his X-Box. But even a dozen head-shotted zombies couldn't dispel the thoughts of Leah, and he soon went to bed, the blasts of fireworks ringing in his ears as he drifted off.

And in his dreams, the god's mind cast back and back, to the beginning of time.

Leah waits patiently, her hands resting in her lap. She knows he is going to enter her room soon enough. There is no fear or curiosity in her eyes, she is not made for that. Just pure, wicked amusement.

A certain god of mischief should check up on his guilt sometimes, she thinks. Guilt should never be forgotten and Loki should never forget that it will always be a part of him. Perhaps not in a way as it was, but it would still be that nagging little voice in the back of his head.

"Loki," she speaks, her voice calm and collected. There is even a hint of kindness there, a warmth that is a complete and utter lie. "Welcome."

Loki found himself walking down a long hallway. He pushed open the door at the end, and immediately knew where he was, even though he'd never been here before. There she was, sitting so primly and perfectly, just as he always imagined her.

His BFF. His enemy.

He felt his heart pound with nervousness as he stepped into the room, not fooled by the kindness and warmth, though it did give him hope. "Leah... Hi." He smiled wanly.

The door had vanished as soon as he stepped through it. Damn. No retreat, so he had to advance. "You look good."

Leah gestures at the empty chair in front of her. A simple wooden thing, as uncomfortable as can be.

"Sit." She has no time to listen to his empty words, really. Nothing would mean something, it would just be another pathetic attempt to postpone the inevitable.

"Now don't be nervous. I will not bite."

Not yet.

"I have not seen you for so long. Were you trying to forget me?"

But words were really all Loki had to protect himself. He talked his way out of everything, which was why he had said nothing and left when he'd realized what he'd done. Leah knew better, of course. She knew him better than most.

He sat down. He wanted to look around, to take in all the details and discover the nature of this place, but he found himself unable to look away from her.

"I never forgot you, not even for a moment," he said - the truth, or some reasonable facsimile. He bit his lip. "I hate to ask, because it doesn't seem as though any possible answer you can give would be helpful, but... are you real, this time?"

It was a dream, he knew, which argued against realness. But it felt like more than that. Loki's gut told him that this might really be Leah. But Loki's gut didn't always tell the truth any more than any other part did.

It is nothing but an empty room, the walls white, the floor grey. Loki did not even bother to put up a little painting to amuse her. But then again, she had never been on the receiving end of his kindness.

Her face remains as it is, even when he sits down in front of her. Even when he speaks and asks her the most ridiculous question in the Nine Realms and beyond.
"Guilt is always real. Curling up into a whining little ball will not change such a thing, Loki."

Now she does move, leaning forward a little, her eyes glistering with something between anger and wickedness.
"Neither do words. Neither does hope. It will always be the weakness you carry with you."

He shifts uncomfortably at her words. "I...know that. The guilt I feel for the things I've done, it never seems to leave me."

"Yet you refuse to acknowledge me." She shakes her head and produces a 'tsk-tsk' sound. "The urge I feel to break you is becoming a rather overwhelming one, Loki."

Leah is still leaning forward. And it doesn't show as if she is about to launch herself at him. It is not how she fights her battles. She rather keeps her hands clean.

"There should be a reason for me not to. You know those words from your mouth will not suffice."

Loki's eyebrows draw together and his manner grows slightly desperate. He's not sure what she wants from him, and one thing Loki really dislikes is to feel helpless and out of control in any situation.

"I acknowledge you. I totally acknowledge you. I actually just confessed to a bunch of people, just laid it all out in public. It was completely humiliating. Isn't that acknowledgement?"

Now Leah does roll her eyes.

"You created me, yet you do not know what I want? Have you forgotten what Leah's biggest desire has been? Are you that obtuse? You think your little dramatic performances in public will be enough?"

Okay so he knows the answer. This is a dream, and this Leah isn't really Leah, just a manifestation of his guilt. Again. But that doesn't mean she isn't totally dangerous.

He grimaces. "Many have remarked upon it, Leah. I'm very perceptive, except when it comes to myself. And if I created you, then you're me."

"A part of you, yes."

Really, Loki, has that been so difficult?

"Your guilt, your memory of Leah, your magic. The only thing I could call my own is the grudge I carry."

Because that was still there. That bitter dislike, that never ending urge to make him pay for all his wrong doings. Would all that change undo the murder he has commited? The future he could have? Now he was nothing but a brave salmon trying to swim against a current that is too strong.

"Would you really think I am that Leah?"

He looks down for a moment, and gives a shrug. He did feel like was swimming against a current, indeed. The weight of his fate always too heavy upon his shoulders.

"I wish you would be," he said. "Then perhaps you'd be a little nicer." He thought about that for a second, remembering how Leah had been. "A little nicer."

Leah sits back again, not sure if she finds his reponse amusing, utterly pathetic or both.

"What makes you think that, Loki?" There is a bit of amazement in her voice.

Finally she stands, the chair disappearing immediately as she does.

"If she would care, it will be for the Loki you could have been."

He jumps to his feet. "No, you're wrong." No, she was right. "I may not be that Loki. I might have murdered him." No 'might' about it. "But even still I've changed. Even still, he's changed me, and I've changed him. I do want to be better."

"Might?"

She turns halfway towards him, both eyebrows raised. Loki is an idiot, a self destructive one.

"Might..." Leah cocks her head slightly and starts to walk towards him again. There is definitely something intimidating about her attire. Her steps are sure and her shoulders straight. "And have you been better? Truly?"

It is a question she can answer by herself but she wants to hear him lie.

"Okay, I did murder him," Loki said, tensing up as she approached him.

He had to struggle to meet her gaze, but meet it he did. He was determined not to lose, not even to himself. "I have been better, Leah. Truly."

The most powerful lies were ones you told yourself, particularly if you believed them.

"Now, was that so very difficult?"

The tone of her voice is thick with sarcasm and oh, how she wants to crush him all over again. For a man whose words were his greatest weapon, he managed to choose all the wrong ones.

"Prove it. Convince me. All I see is a desperate boy not being able to gain up to the lies he has been telling."

He was feeling a bit off, certainly. She threw him for a loop just being there, after all their history. But her insult struck him, and he found his mind sharpening as his irritation rose and overcame the fear and guilt a little.

"If you're me, then you know the truth," he said. "I did murder that boy, but the act of doing that changed me. I do want to change my fate, and I've been working towards that. How else do you want me to prove it?"

There is a the slightest bit of curiosity in her eyes. Change? He still wished change? And desperately so, apparently. She paces through the room, eyes never leaving his face.

“You know very well that the truth is not something I would connect with the name Loki. A lie could be your truth, your truth could be a lie.” There is a slight cock of her head. “If that is so. Why am I still here? It is guilt that drives you and fear that guides you. All in all, it will be a game that you will lose.”

The words are absurdly cruel, but then again, Leah is not one for kindness.

He flinched as she spoke, but even he didn't know if he did it to make himself look better in his eyes, or if the blow truly landed so deeply that he couldn't help the response.

Still, he met her gaze. "Shouldn't I feel guilty? Isn't that what heroes do? The old me wouldn't have felt any guilt, not for what I did to you, nor for what I did to myself. Not for any of it."

“Do you not see what you are doing, Loki?” There is a hint of disbelief in her voice. “You wish to play the hero, the savior. You feed lies to your brother, you pretend to be someone you are not.” Leah watches him as well, those green eye s so very much like hers. “You wish to be that boy you killed to soothe your own mind, your own guilt.”

She moves a bit closer this time, the room around them changing a little, the simple light walls taking on a more darker shade.

“If your lie will come out there will be hel to pay. All your valiant deeds will have no meaning. You will not ever be him.”

The words are even more cruel and poisonous but to her they resemble the painful truth. Perhaps even more painful than all that guilt he never wanted to acknowledge.

“I am sorry Loki, I truly am.” Sort of.

The words she speaks hit almost as hard as one of Thor's fists might. Loki's shoulders tighten as she approaches, and he feels the subtle oppression of the darkening walls like a weight settling down upon him.

"I know that," he says. "It's a truth I can never tell, or allow to be told under any circumstances. But it's not hopeless. I can change things - I have to believe that, or there's no point in trying."

Where there has been anger at first there is an odd mixture of wariness and irritation now. She is not made to feel compassion or to be kind. She is what he made of her. Something guilty and something full of grudges.

“But it will come to kick you in the rear, Loki.” Her voice is neutral, she is simply stating the obvious. “You are not ready for such a thing. You wish to change, yet...how can you change when it all will be undone? You are rather self-destructive.”

Once again the walls change colors, its darkness making place for a bright red color. As if something is on fire.

“Who am I take away someone’s beliefs?” Leah stands close to him now, the tips of their noses almost touching. “I think you are perfectly able to do that all by yourself.”

Loki lifted his hands and touched her shoulders, though gingerly, as if she might disappear when he made contact. His breathing sped up, a mix of nervousness and the effect her proximity has on him. When they originally met he had the body of a child, but now he was a teenager and things were different.

"Yes, I am my worst enemy," he said, his voice rising with hatred, but not directed at her. "I know it well. I don't need you to tell me."

[The extractor. Perhaps with a Shade that seems a lot like his former best friend. Open to any other ideas as well. Much AUs give me them.]

(forger or point)

[He's either a forger or an architect.]

[ Architect, or forger. He could take point, but only for certain teams. ]

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