tampered | Log: Ongoing

When; Dec. 16th

Rating; PG

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lyra_of_dust Lyra

Summary; Matthew asks Morpheus to help out a friend.

Log;

Matthew winged his way across the rooftops toward building 5 with ease, though truth be told he was somewhat distracted by concern for the welfare of his former boss.

The former Lord Shaper seemed...ill?
But that made no sense...wasn't it impossible for Morpheus to even get sick?
I mean, it just didn't seem right that the memory of an anthropomorphic personification of the universe might be susceptible to something like a virus?

Hmm, maybe it was some kind of metaphysical sickness? Something less easy to explain than a single cell life form?

Your just thinking too much...It's probably nothing..., he told himself and tried very hard to believe it.

Of a sudden, he passed building five, and had to bank sharply, and backtrack.
Catching a bit of an updraft, he soard for a moment, keeping an eye out for open windows.

It didn't take long to spot the one open window on a december day, and so Matthew the raven made his appaearence by landing on the sill and poking his head in.

" *awk* Lyra? You ready to go?"

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"Yeah." Lyra had already put on her coat, and was slipping the strap of her purse (containing her alethiometer, which never left her presence, and some coins) over her shoulder. Pantalaimon waited at her heels.

Lyra smiled brightly at the raven, though Pantalaimon twitched nervously.

"I'm glad you're here. Which way do we go?"

Matthew fluttered from the window sill, to perch on Lyra's shoulder, mindful to try and keep claws to a minnimun, but shifting to hang on still.

" Do you know where the Hall of the Missing is? It's like a big art gallery, and Me, Morpheus, and Daniel live in a loft above it." he explained, his raspy raven's voice still sounding pleased to meet her.

" Hey, you must be Pan?" he asked the marten at her heels, and making a very birdlike gesture of cocking his head to the side inquisitively.

"Yeah, I been there once." Lyra moved to shut the window. No point in her flatmates asking why she'd left it open.

Pantalaimon blinked up at the raven.

"That's me." Introductions over, he began to head for the door at the same moment as Lyra. Her smile slipped, and she asked anxiously, "Have you heard from Mr. Mulder?"

Matthew looked away, slumping a little sadly.

" No..."

He resettled his wings ( a habit that appeared when he was upset, or preoccupied )

" I was looking for him when the pirate thing hit.
Next thing I know, I'm a parrot, on a ship, and on the ocean" he replied.

Lyra was heading out of her apartement, and Matthew kept his perch on her shoulder.
She said she knew the way, but it was easier to talk this way.

" I could peck his friggin' eye out for running off like that." the raven said irritably, but the ire was obviously rooted in worry for the missing agent.

"Well at least the curses have been pretty harmless, except for that whole thing with the ring," Lyra didn't mention Mulder again, but she gave Matthew an worried look as she headed through the city.

Lyra didn't speak much as she walked along the snow lined streets as she headed towards her destination. She and her dæmon kept a wary eye on passers by, and Lyra found Matthew's weight on her shoulder oddly comforting.

Mattew fell quiet after the mention of Mulder for aomse time, though he offerred a few comments on where to turn, and what was the better shortcut to get to the Hall of the Missing fastest.

Still subdued, he left his perch on Lyra's shoulder only when they entered the old gallery to let the proprietor know that she, and pan, where guests of Morpheus'.
After that, the raven showed them the back room, and the narrow staircase that lead up to a tight landing, and the door of the loft.

Since he had known Matthew would be back quite soon, Morpheus had left the door unlocked, and with a push from the little raven, it opened onto a warm (http://images.vrbo.com/vrbo/images/756fc), and rather cozy (http://images.vrbo.com/vrbo/images/756fa) living space (http://images.vrbo.com/vrbo/images/22e99).

Matthew hopped onto the back of the couch and gestured with a wingtip.
" Make yourselves at home...I think we have some tea, or maybe hot chocolate is you want to warm up?"
Such a good little host raven.

As the raven made a quick flight into the kitchen, the entity once known as Dream descended the staircase to join them.

More a shadow, than a man; all twilight hues of blue, and inky black, save the alabaster hands, and what could be seen of his face from behind a touseled mop of black hair.

His eyes, however, were not so much black, as the absence of color; the absence of sunlight across a sleeping world.
And like the night sky, they too shifted with silver-spangled star fields, galaxies; deep wells of memory.

His clothing was rather mundane in comparison to those exotic eyes; a palin black t-shirt, and jeans that ended in bare feet.
Occasionally Morpheus was not what people expected by was of the former Lord Shaper, but it was a mark of how relaxed he was to look so very mortal...

" Greetings, Lyra." His voice deep, and mysterious, said.
A dark, strange sort of echoing sound...A voice that had once inspired dreams, and commanded nightmares.

" Welcome, and as Matthew has stated; make yourself comfortable."

As soon as she had taken her coat and gloves off, Lyra collapsed onto the couch. Pan moved to her lap, and she rested her hands on his soft fur.

Lyra met the man's strange gaze, her ice blue eyes meeting his. Pantalaimon met the man's eyes to, and Lyra could feel his assesment of the stranger in the back of her own mind. She took a slow, deep breath. She wasn't afraid- though she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, the feeling that raced through her body wasn't fear. It was curiousity, mingled with the semiconcious knowledge that something important she couldn't quite explain was going on.

The corners of her lips twitched up in a sort-of-smile.

"Hullo, Morpheus."

Morpheus made a small half-bow in greeting towards Lyra, and a slight nod to the little marten in her lap. Crossing to sit before her in one of the pair of armchairs, he said " Well met, and to your companion as well." he said, referring to first Lyra, and then Pantalaimon.

" Matthew has informed me of much of your situation, and as such, I trust you will not mind if we come straight to the reason you are here.
He said soberly, leaning foreward to rest his forearms on his knees.

" Do you understand what it is you have asked me to teach you?
It is possible to learn these things if you do not possess some form of metaphysical ability, but this takes time."

His starfield eyes hardened to more resemble shimmering gemstones; cold, and hard.
" The best way to learn how to use these skills is to practice.
I am incapable of inflicting forced-sensation, as Nemesis does, but the same principle behind learning to block me from your mind will apply."
He looked intently at her, but there was no cruelty in it, simply a wish to convey the seriousness of this undertaking, and to see if Lyra understood what would be required of her.

((OOC: I'm so sorry for the delay, but RL is kicking my ass pretty hard. ;_; ))

Matthew, having returned from the kitchen to ask if anyone wanted anything, kept quiet, and simply took up a position perched on the back of the couch near Morpheus.

Lyra nodded softly, meeting his gaze. Her face showed little emotion beyond stubborn determination.

"Yeah. This won't be easy, but I got to do it anyway," Her voice didn't waver.

"How do I start?"

Morpheus studied her a moment longer, and then seemed to nod to himself.
A deep breath, and he sat back somewhat to straighten his posture.

" First, you must learn how to find, and then call that energy within yourself at will."

He made a small gesture toward the floor to illustrate his point.

"Draw yourself to the center of your body. Now, imagine your body is connected to a thread that runs from the center of yourself through the floor, and connecting to the ground beyond. Draw yourself in and center yourself down that line that goes into the earth itself. You may refer to it as grounding.
Grounding, as in being grounded, solid on your feet, secure."

He then gestured to Lyra herself.

" You may wish to close your eyes at first...Nod when you feel that connection."

Lyra leaned back and closed her eyes, and Pantalaimon closed his.

Drawing her focus to the center of her body was actually easy enough. She'd had experience with focusing like that before.

Imagining the line was a bit harder, but she got it after a minute or so. Her brow knitted slightly, but she didn't move much more than that.

The last part wasn't half as hard as she thought it'd be, though she kept her eyes closed and only tilted her head slightly, still focusing on holding onto the connection.

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