RP POST: Hi. Let's talk. ((Locked to mr_rue))

[ghost_shield]

It seems like a fairly standard dream. No buildings seem to be where they ought to be, and all manner of odd events occur such that only can occur in dreams. Nick, for his own part, is talking to people he doesn't normally -- spirits, a few people from comics he read as a kid, etc.

To those with a great deal of experience in dreamwalking, something may seem a little off about it, though. Not something you can put your finger on, but the whole dream seems a little TOO perfectly dreamesque to be right. It's almost like the dream is being controlled DIRECTLY somehow...

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[mr-rue.livejournal.com]

He nods at Nick's suggestions, taking them all in. His body flickers again, skin becoming transparent for the quickest moment. He releases his hand from the side of the cage.

"In any case, I don't know how much longer I can speak to you." Whether Nick keeps him here or not, his limbs are growing stiffer, his form growing harder and harder to maintain. His skin fades in and out again. "If you release me, we can speak at a later date. You'll find me with Mr--" And another flicker. This time, his skin doesn't return. "...Mr. Bennington. He's my... place of residence."

He rattles off a PIN number, which, as expected, leads to the inbox of mr_bennington.

[ghostshield.livejournal.com]

He receives the PIN number, then looks at him. "One last thing... exactly HOW are you going to be getting this money?" he asks, somewhat suspicious. After all, this guy's been dead for a while. He can't have a great amount in his bank account at this point.

[mr-rue.livejournal.com]

"Life insurance," he lies, flashing a bony smile. "I'm not all alone out there. Is that all?"