[PP-F1] Taking Time (Dreamer)

[Gaster 0]

Gaster out for a walk, browsing through the shops' windows as he went by, thinking to himself what he might like to have or what he like looking at. When he wasn't looking in the windows of shops or staring at things that had caught his eye, he was lost within himself, his imagination drawing within himself a ludicrous design of who-knows-what. Whatever it was, it was a something he would never bring reality to, for there was no realism to, nor any practicality. It was a thing of the mind, and something to be played. So he let it be, and did just that. "A crude little thing, my mind and its machines." he said, stopping to browse some items in a shop's window.

[Dreamer 0]

Dreamer sat on a town bench with her legs crossed. She was looking around and laughing at little children running around. She looked at disgust at the women who had a perfect body and perfect face. At some point she got up and pushed one over. The woman ran away, clearly afraid. Whenever someone sat down beside her, she walked away to a different bench.She saw a man window shopping and prayed he WOULDN'T sit down beside her. 

[Gaster 0]

Gaster began looking for a place to rest his legs as he had been walking for a long time. He saw a group of benches nearby and decided to go and have a seat. Gaster saw a woman already sitting on one of the benches. He wanted to sit beside her and try conversing with the woman, but his shy nature prevented him from doing so. He simply gave the woman a gentle smile, and a small wave. "Good day, Madam." he said, moving to the bench beside her, crossing one leg over the other and placing his hands on his lap.

[Dreamer 0]

Dreamer's eyes went big and she froze. Um...Hello.... In this world she couldn't manipulate strangers, They were too clever or else she would be banned if reported. She started blinking again and relaxed her shoulders, and just stared into space. She though about how people never knew what other people though and that sometimes she wished they did.

Edited April 10, 2016 by Dreamer

[Gaster 0]

Gaster sat on the bench, albeit uncomfortably, and tried to relax. He leaned against the back of the bench and began to look around. There were a few things that Gaster transfixed his attention to, his mind twist them and tearing them apart, reconstructing them into some new complex and unconventional apparatus. Every now and then he would shoot a glance at the woman sitting next to him, then he would quickly look away, back to the things he put in his mind. For the time, he was keeping to himself, although he wished he wasn't.

[Dreamer 0]

So, Of all Benches in the town of beginnings, why choose this one? Dreamer asked the mysterious man, Once in a while she caught him catching a glance. She knew he was trying to keep himself to him, she once did that. She reflected on all her memories and decided she quite liked being in this death game. Other innocent people, such as the man beside her, Might not have liked it, but Dreamer was NOT innocent. She was always in trouble and once in a while, drunk while being 16.She turned back to the man after all those memories hit her and decided to give a proper introduction.

Hi there, My name is actually Valentina, but you have no right to call me that. Call me my username, Dreamer. 

[Gaster 0]

Gaster turned, having been suddenly addressed by the woman beside him. "Well... I just choose a bench to sit down at... that's not so wrong, is it?" he said, a hush over his voice. "Ah, I'm Gaster. It's a pleasure, madam V- Dreamer." he said, correcting himself before he had made a mistake, although he wasn't sure why he wasn't allowed to call Dreamer by her real name. He didn't think it was a big deal, so he didn't think too much about it. 

[Dreamer 0]

Dreamer heard him almost say Valentina. She stopped and looked to him. I don't want to be called Valentina because the name has haunting memories, such as the fact my parents always screamed it when they beat me Dreamer stopped and stared to space again. The real reason her grandmother, Who she was so close to passed away on Her birthday. Her father pretty much blamed her for the death and beat her even more. 

[Gaster 0]

"Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea you had such a troubled past. It must have been very hard for you." he said, hanging his head feeling as though he had done Dreamer wrong.  He was silent for a moment, lost in his thoughts. Half of them were filled with day dreams that tried to tug him away from the reality around him, and the other half were filled with concerned thoughts of what he could say to not offend Dreamer. After a moment of thinking, he felt the easiest thing to do would be to change the subject. "Um... have you accomplished anything in Sword Art Online?" he asked, trying to ask any sort of question.

[Dreamer 0]

No...I can't do anything...I'm pretty useless.. Dreamer said. She was never optimistic about herself. In fact, She was almost never optimistic even when she felt she had to, mostly because she never spoke to anybody. She though for a while and decided maybe she should go to an inn. It was getting pretty dark in the town. At the same time she didn't want to leave and wanted to learn more about the person next to her. May I ask...She took a deep breath What are you doing in sword art online? Also what's your story?

[Gaster 0]

"Ah, I used to be an inventor," Gaster started. "My friend suggested this game to me when I wasn't getting any inspiration for my inventions. Unfortunately I haven't been inspired by anything yet, but I still have hope." he said, a small smile spreading across his face. His head began to fill up with the incredible things in his workshop that he'd already invented. He had a small longing for his workshop, to feel the tools in his hands, to hear them all in action. Yet he knew that wouldn't happen for a long time. 

[Dreamer 0]

Dreamer bit a lip. An inventor? She knew an inventor. Her oldest brother, and her kindest brother. He taught her all the things she knew. My brother....He was an inventor....Until...The experiment went...wrong. She stumbled along her words. Her brother was dead. The chemicals in n invention exploded and got in his lungs, killing him before he could run.

[Gaster 0]

"Ah, I'm sorry." Gaster said, shrinking back a bit. "Um... if you don't mind me asking... what was it that your brother was building?" he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. "It's natural for things to go wrong when building something... so I can understand what happened to your brother... It almost happened to me a couple of times...." he said starting to get a little uncomfortable. Gaster began to fidget where he sat, twiddle his thumbs and changing the way he sat whenever he got uncomfortable with how he was sitting.

[Dreamer 0]

He never told us...But the remaining looked like he was building some kind of tree thing that watered itself. She replied. Are you uncomfortable? Sorry, I'm not used to human contact. She muttered and Moved away. She stayed quiet for a while, Even if the man said anything. She was thinking about everything that had happened, from the death game to the bench.

Edited April 10, 2016 by Dreamer

[Gaster 0]

"I see. That sounds like an interesting design." he said, thinking about what a self-watering tree would be like. "Ah, and I'm not really uncomfortable. It's more like... I don't really do well around other people either." he said, staying silent for a moment. "I guess that means we have something in common, eh?" Gaster began looking around at the shops, his eyes slowly searching for something to occupy him. Finding nothing, his imagination began to pick out random things to occupy him instead.

[Dreamer 0]

Well...I think....I'm uncomfortable, If you know what I mean? Maybe some more space is needed. Follow me. Dreamer said to the person beside her. There was a tree somewhere across the town that she ran to. She expected the man to follow and she climbed the trees. At some point her heel of her boot almost broke but luckily it didn't. She reached the top branch and cheered. Her brothers taught her to climb trees and she loved to climb to the tip of this particular tree. 

[Gaster 0]

Gaster hesitated for a moment, watching Dreamer run through the town. For a brief moment, he was content with himself in his thoughts, and his mind crafts, and all the things that made him feel like he was at peace. Yet at the same time, he had a sickly feeling in his stomach, a tugging feeling, that yearned for human interaction. He jumped up from the bench and quickly followed after. He tried doubly not to lose sight of Dreamer as he ran, until at some point, he was lead to a tree. Gaster slowed himself down to a walk and watched her climb up the tree. "Is this where you wanted to go?" he asked.

[Dreamer 0]

She tilted her head, and a silly face overcame her porcelain skin. okay, SCAREDY CAT, you can sit there, just tell me more about your life, like family,  and i will tell you mine. She swung around on the tree humming a silly song that was released when she was a child. She waited for the man's answer. She then though about what she was going to say after he said his answer.

[Gaster 0]

"Oh... Well, alright." he said, moving to the trunk of the tree and sitting down. "Hmm...where to start?" he asked himself, thinking back on his life. He thought back to when he was a boy. There wasn't really much to say. There weren't very many notable things, but still, Gaster felt he should talk about something. "I didn't have very many friends when I was a boy. I had poor people skills back then as well," he began. "My parents were people I never really knew. They were gone at work a lot of the time, and weren't home any longer than they needed to be. Eventually, they just stopped coming home. It didn't really bother me much. I secluded myself in my workshop with my inventions, and welcomed solitude. Eventually, One of my neighbors started coming over with sustenance. I didn't mind their company. Eventually their visits lead to me coming into this game." he said, partly talking to himself. If anything, saying all of that to himself was a recap of his life up til now.

[Dreamer 0]

Dreamers felt droopy. That's a sad childhood...I should tell you mine. I had three brothers and two sisters. I was kicked out of school, so I was homeschooled. I never really concentrated. I was brought up by my brothers, to be a boy. My sisters despised me. She giggled at the memories and didn't get sad thinking of them. She would have moved out months ago because she turned 18, but she didn't get around to buying an apartment.