It had been nothing but torrential rain in the Dreaming since Nada left. Hell had a new ruler, the key given back to the Creator. Whether God had found another angel to take Lucifer's place, Dream neither knew yet nor cared. It was no longer his problem. He had gotten Susano-o-no-Mikoto out from the eternal torment meant for Loki, as was his duty as a proper host. He'd ensured the Dreaming was standing well in the stead of so many gods and beings of power being on the premises. He'd arranged for rooms so Nuala could reside in the Dreaming as her choice. Then? He'd moped. Brooding as he got drenched, letting himself feel cold to add to his self-inflicted misery. The Dreaming responded to his emotions, and the entire realm sighed as boots squelched under the storm.
Lucienne had, delicately, reminded Dream that he had another obligation to fulfill. A promise to Kate to let her know he was alive. It was possible she was entirely trying to get him out of his funk, and to give the Dreaming a small break from his gloominess. Somewhere she said a silent sorry to Kate about it, but really, maybe a change of scenery would do Dream well. Dream had given her a sour look, but she had hit upon one of his weak spots. He had to uphold a promise. It would not be honorable not to.
So he appeared, with Matthew, in the waking world. The woman at the front desk of Bishop Security looked up, surprised, at the sudden tall, pale figure dressed in a long, ornate black coat in front of her. His hair was perfectly disheveled, and his eyes... no, she was mistaken. They were just a lovely blue. She blinked, trying to figure out how to tell him that the bird on his shoulder wasn't allowed. Was it? "May I help you?"
"I seek an audience with she who bears the company name." His voice was low and melodious, politely requesting an audience. He could have just appeared in Kate's office, but that would be rude. At the confused look on the woman's face he added, "Kate Bishop. She is expecting me."
"Of... course. One moment." Clearing her throat, the woman buzzed up to Kate's office. She turned around a little and said in a low voice, hoping the man couldn't hear. "Ms. Bishop? I think one of your cosplay friends are here. A Mr..." She turned around and said louder, "I'm sorry sir, your name is?"
"You may say Morpheus." A long pause stretched until she realized he was not giving a surname.
"Right. Of course." Into the phone. "A Mr. Morpheus?"
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Time Jump - Post Finding Hell a New Ruler
Date: 2025-07-05 07:42 pm (UTC)Lucienne had, delicately, reminded Dream that he had another obligation to fulfill. A promise to Kate to let her know he was alive. It was possible she was entirely trying to get him out of his funk, and to give the Dreaming a small break from his gloominess. Somewhere she said a silent sorry to Kate about it, but really, maybe a change of scenery would do Dream well. Dream had given her a sour look, but she had hit upon one of his weak spots. He had to uphold a promise. It would not be honorable not to.
So he appeared, with Matthew, in the waking world. The woman at the front desk of Bishop Security looked up, surprised, at the sudden tall, pale figure dressed in a long, ornate black coat in front of her. His hair was perfectly disheveled, and his eyes... no, she was mistaken. They were just a lovely blue. She blinked, trying to figure out how to tell him that the bird on his shoulder wasn't allowed. Was it? "May I help you?"
"I seek an audience with she who bears the company name." His voice was low and melodious, politely requesting an audience. He could have just appeared in Kate's office, but that would be rude. At the confused look on the woman's face he added, "Kate Bishop. She is expecting me."
"Of... course. One moment." Clearing her throat, the woman buzzed up to Kate's office. She turned around a little and said in a low voice, hoping the man couldn't hear. "Ms. Bishop? I think one of your cosplay friends are here. A Mr..." She turned around and said louder, "I'm sorry sir, your name is?"
"You may say Morpheus." A long pause stretched until she realized he was not giving a surname.
"Right. Of course." Into the phone. "A Mr. Morpheus?"