Re: Vex and Lem
Things had been hectic lately and maybe it was strange that it felt calm again now that they were in the midst of it all but here they were and Vex felt calm and unrushed. Which made him think of things he should have been talking to Lem about before but things just didn't always work out the way they should. "This isn't our sole mission," he murmured, as if remembering that himself. "I met a girl on Friday, one of the vision kids I used to see all the time and now hardly ever see, but she's here in town, like that preacher. She's a dreamwalker."
Vex had told her about the preacher, and how he’d known Vex was special and from that place too. He’d extended an invitation, but the guy hadn’t shown up yet. Lem raised her eyebrows to hear there had been another one. “She’s all grown up too?” she asked, as if there would be another option. “A dreamwalk-- oh! Is she the same one that tried to help Nic and Carson and the others?” She couldn’t remember if Nic had told her a name, just that they were going to try it and then that it hadn’t done much for them. It suddenly made perfect sense that she was one of Vex’s vision kids somehow -- all of the webs were tangling even further, which just meant they were on the right track. “Did she remember anything?”
"Huh," was Vex's only answer for a good minute as he digested that piece of information. Everything was intrinsically interwoven, like each event and person was just an organ, blood vessel, atom, all moving and pumping and beating around to keep the universe going. It was fucking fascinating and he could have spent far longer just letting the imagery of it swirl around in his head. "Guess there aren't too many dreamwalkers walking around so yeah," he finally drawled even if he was still half-stuck in the dreamlike pictures, gliding around and coming together to form a chaotic and hard to read whole. He then jolted out of it all at once as he remembered Lem had asked him a question, a good one at that. "She seemed to remember everything, unless she's lying she'll be pivotal."
Lem got a little hint of what was going on in Vex’s brain, like a push against her own, a TV screen through frosted glass. It felt big and expansive though, and she was momentarily lifted out of their situation, like coming through a humid forest into some fresh air. It made her love him all over again, her weird life partner. She refocused when Vex did with a couple of blinks, forgetting for a second what she’d asked. Oh, right. Jane. “Wow,” she said, looking mildly impressed. From what Vex had said, the bad people had done everything they could to make everyone forget. “She’d better not be lying. She needs to be good for something.” Lem sipped from her mug. “And she wants revenge too?”
"I think we might be getting an army," Vex said dreamily. "Or a ragtag team of not so super heroes, whatever. She was paranoid that someone might hear us talking so I told her to come on over and we can talk here. If she was lying then... fuck, that was meant to be I guess." Maybe he should check with their resident witches to see if they could put some kind of protections against ill intent on their house - or maybe that was way too broad and they'd already done so much. "If she brings a group of people in hazmat suits you have my blessing to shoot them."