Dark Light; Little Idea [Open?]

[David B.]

He looked over his shoulder, cocking an eyebrow.

"I didn't say you had to hold hands, smarty pants. I just wonder why you choose distance. Is it because of what happened to your family?"

He would pause, thinking a moment.

"Well, actually I guess I don't really know what happened to them. I just remembered a dream I had and...well, nevermind, I guess. Just trying to understnad you a little better I suppose."

He would bank hard around a building, the two of them weaving in out and out skyscrapers.

[Kyrie Blaze]

His raised eyebrow would be met with a steady blink.

She meant the hand-holding part figuratively. She took a slow breath in and quirked her own brow, just slightly, as he asked if it was about what happened to her family. Like he knew, over and above the fact they had died.

Her stillness continued.

And her fingers twitched against his shoulders at the mention of a dream, and tightened as he banked, hard, her gaze tipping towards the dark ground. Her breath was exhaled to deal with the force of the turn, and she sank against his back. She wasn't tense, but there was no answer for a while, until he pulled out of the next turn.

"A dream."

It wasn't a question, just a soft statement. Her heart squeezed, hard, in her chest, and she tried to keep breathing at an even pace despite the stuttered beats. Her gaze returned to the dark Earth, and she shifted slightly. Considering. But she didn't move, yet, otherwise, instead continuing to speak softly, forcing the words passed the hitch in her throat and just managing to sound normal.

"The subconscious mind does know how to paint interesting scenes."

...it couldn't be. Please, no. That was not something she could deal with right now.

[David B.]

He laughed, unaware of her troubles with it as he couldn't see her, and was too engrossed in flying. He would continue.

"I guess so. But like...i was weird because usually my dreams are of flying and auch, but this one was way weird."

He would shoot up to the top of a skyscraper, hovering over it as he measured where to land.

"What's gets me is how much I hate movie Theaters. In fact I don't think i have ever dreamt of one before. But as you said, the subconscience can be strange."

Another chuckle, his talking having come abscentmindedly. He didn't really wanna talk about it- that shit had been strange enough.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Her dreams varied. Most of them were recurring. Some of happier times. Some not. But...but his words. It was just too eerily close. She held on, tucked in close, as he shot up, gritting her teeth against the pull of gravity. There was a sudden weightlessness at the apex as he hovered, and blue eyes quickly took in the roof. Distance, surface area, the entire top of it.

She drew in a quick breath, as if recovering from the quick ascent, and was still once again.

"...indeed."

That was all she said, the word soft yet holding tension, and she shifted again, leaping as lightly as she could from his back to break away without another word. She twisted to align her body, feet coming together.

Down,

down,

...down..!

Her feet hit the roof, her shadow, and she disappeared, feeling the sudden flip-turning sensation as the shadow sucked her in, and then an abrupt twist as she was flung from the shadow from her twenty-foot drop, spinning in a roll despite the feeling of vertigo.

Her heart beat like a caged bird's. Despite the fact this rooftop was clear, the image that was superimposed in her mind's eye was smoking rubble and ruin. And when she used the momentum to roll up to her feet with a hard exhale, she couldn't help the tension. She crossed her arms against her back, gripping the opposite elbow with each hand.

[David B.]

David frowned as she jumped, turning quickly. He could catch her out of the air but she actually wanted to do it. So he watched her fall, a little worried as he landed not far from where she had disappeared.

"Uh...Kiyr? What's going on? You ok?"

To say he was confused would be...an understatement.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kiyr planted her feet, looking out over the surprisingly intact skyscraper. After a moment, she turned her head slightly, looking at David with a glance. One similar to when she lost a Sky Force member against the group of Barker's infiltrators.

"Je détes--" She paused her instinctive break into French, inhaled, and flicked her gaze away. If he was clueless she did not want to say. Did it mean everything was true or was it just some insane coincidence they both had similar dreams and he was asking about her family? Everything that she had seen from the scenes involving him? And that would make... She shook her head, hands slowly tightening as she resisted saying, and tried to shut down the thoughts and emotions.

He knew.

[David B.]

He let out a little breath. He hadn't done this in a while but-

"Je suis confus, dis-moi ce qui est erroné."

He gave a smirk and folded his arms, waiting.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie's eyes flashed back in his direction. She could feel the hairs on the backs of her neck rise as he responded in kind. En français! Was there no escape for her, even in language? The only other "language" she knew wasn't even complete and there were plenty of holes in her knowledge as it was, anyway.

She only recalled words or the important phrases she kept close to her heart.

"...je suis supris. Vous parlez français--je ne sais pas." She managed, after a moment, eyes sharp. But not reprimanding. At least she knew, now. And if she had to, she could curb the language in the future and simply remain quiet. Perhaps at any other point, she might have been enthused to be able to converse in the language that was close to her heart, but right now, it meant she couldn't hide.

And she wanted to hide.

"Vous n'êtes pas le seul qui a des strange dreams."

Keep up with the bilingual woman, David. She glanced at him, raised an eyebrow, but left it at that.

[David B.]

He cocked an eyebrow.

"Est-ce une mauvaise chose? je peux arrêter s'il vous offense."

He would lean back against the wall, folding his arms as she appraised him. David knew, in total, five languages: French, English, Japanese, Chinese and russian. He knew partial german but was still working on it. He had learned them all in order to better suit his business needs- he didn't want some russian businessman talking things over with his partner without him knowing. His frown deepened as he thought a moment, then realization washed over him, partially. He would clear his throat as he paled a little.

"What do you mean? Are you en disant que vous aviez a similar dream or...?"

If she was indicating...there was no way... He turned a deep shade of red after thinking of some of the... Things he had dreamed of that night.

[Kyrie Blaze]

She stared for a moment.

But didn't purse or flatten her lips.

"Pas normalement. A great deal of the time I enjoy them, even when they do become odd." And frequently, they were very odd. She stayed quiet and let him draw his own conclusions, and when he spoke in question, went still.

His pallor and blush told her everything.

"Devinez."

That one word, spoken in command, quick and even strained, would tell him everything. Did she regret responding in the first place?

Yes.

Her gaze was cast upon the door.

[David B.]

David stared for a long period of time.

He would push off the wall. It couldn't be possible. Shouldn't be. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing. He would glance at her as she looked at the door, holding out a hand.

"You can't go. We need to talk about this. Pas en cours d'exécution!"

He would not force her to stay but in all honesty he didn't wanna deal with this alone. It creeped him the fuck out. He would clear his throat before continuing.

"Maybe it's a side effect of the gamble fruit! It picks out someone you care for and pulls them into dreams. Or maybe something happened during the assault on the second facility. Cette merde ne peut pas être permanente! "

[Kyrie Blaze]

"Non. Si je voulais, I could. Mais," She shifted her arms, trying not to watch him pace. "I do ne veux pas parler de this. I do not wish to compare notes."

She stood her ground, simply because despite her words, she was concerned he could grow to be too upset to think straight and she would wind up in the similar position, or worse, that she had when he had applied the topical medication to her burn.

A breath. Slow. Deep. Even if she couldn't be calm, she could still breathe.

"I do not think it is from the gamble fruit. And if it was in the deuxième installation, then it could have been the gas, or ghouls, but il n'y a pas assez de preuves, comme les fruit. And I doubt it is permanent."

Her gaze remained upon the door, even though she hadn't moved for it.

[David B.]

"Compare notes? Don't insult me. I gave you a gift, to fly, and my respect for accepting the apology. Don't take it as permission to disrespect with snarky verbage. "

He found it insulting that she was insinuating he wished to sit and pow wow about their dreams. His were meant to be private, and none were suppose to see his memories. That was the point of them. To keep to yourself. He watched her stare at the door for several moments, not moving, waiting to see if she would run. If she did, he would scoff, and simply turn to rocket off the roof into the sky.

If she didn't, he would continue.

"Before it started, there was a man... Do you remember what he looked like?"

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kiyr mentally recoiled and shut her eyes. Obviously she forgot her place. She pressed her teeth together, and dragged her gaze from the door, saying nothing. If he wanted to pull rank, fine, though it seemed to be exactly what he'd wanted when he'd said they should talk.

She would rather run than talk with him about the things she had seen in his dreams, or what he had seen in hers. Upon the matter of their own dreams supposed to be private, she agreed wholeheartedly. It was at this point, however, she could bear to stay still no longer, and pushed away to pace. She'd heard him, but she twisted her bottom jaw in a grinding motion...

And as she paced, visualized, and began to speak.

"Older, but no more than fifty. A small amount of salt and pepper in his brown hair. And a kind, resonant voice."

She said nothing more. Waiting, apparently, for the next question he would ask.

[David B.]

David shook his head, irritated.

"I can't believe this actually happened. We have to tell literally noone about this, and what we saw."

David would then slide down the edge of the wall, sitting quietly for a few moments as he thought to himself. Chewing the inside of his lip, he watched her pace.

"Why you? And me? What is the purpose of it? Any thoughts on that?"