[ In the real world, the body didn't thud, exactly; she was there to catch him, and closer she got when his negativity still cracked apart the ground despite his slumber. She never had to fear humans beyond annoying talisman and pesky, dull tricks, but this place sure did change the rules of what normal humans could do. Yet she could realise there was more to it than that, that his reaction didn't only stem from her ghostly form. Ah, what to do, what to do...
Well, what else than to let herself in, a pokémon with very few restrictions concerning boundaries than what Red's asked of her. Yet to her, it's for a reason more than just fun and pleasure. Certainly, she can still enjoy what she feels in his space (and she does; it hits her like a sensation she hasn't experienced in quite a time around Red, raw and destructive. It kicks into her being as a ghost type, could attract ghosts for miles), but she's careful too. Many humans didn't like to stick around to have their dreams eaten, and the most she had used on it was for harming opponents into a state of unconscious.
She's gentle, as gentle as one can be under her inexperience. She could silently sweep in and take his dream, but his oppressive air and being the one around an unconscious body- ah, let's try and play the good guy. We don't want to accidentally harm him more than he's harming himself right now. That would get her into trouble.
Thus--the negativity dulls to a degree. The room doesn't lose its darkness, not the foreboding--and present--sense of fear, but the surroundings begin to become more clear, not each corner of the interior threatening Lu Meng to the high degree they just were.
And there's a sense of power. If not coming from Lu Meng, but close enough that he could grasp it if he were to try, if able to fight through his own fear. There's no voice, but a suggestion that comes in his surroundings: You can take control. Take it. Like an entity present there with him, one that would fight through any challenge.
The door rattles again. The wood of it seems thicker now, but does it have a lock? Anything barricading it? All of that decides on if Lu Meng can take hold of the strength, put up such defences.
For it's his dream, and his reality. But also his own turmoil... All Gengar can do is delay it for him, and to keep his pain from spreading further into reality. ]
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Well, what else than to let herself in, a pokémon with very few restrictions concerning boundaries than what Red's asked of her. Yet to her, it's for a reason more than just fun and pleasure. Certainly, she can still enjoy what she feels in his space (and she does; it hits her like a sensation she hasn't experienced in quite a time around Red, raw and destructive. It kicks into her being as a ghost type, could attract ghosts for miles), but she's careful too. Many humans didn't like to stick around to have their dreams eaten, and the most she had used on it was for harming opponents into a state of unconscious.
She's gentle, as gentle as one can be under her inexperience. She could silently sweep in and take his dream, but his oppressive air and being the one around an unconscious body- ah, let's try and play the good guy. We don't want to accidentally harm him more than he's harming himself right now. That would get her into trouble.
Thus--the negativity dulls to a degree. The room doesn't lose its darkness, not the foreboding--and present--sense of fear, but the surroundings begin to become more clear, not each corner of the interior threatening Lu Meng to the high degree they just were.
And there's a sense of power. If not coming from Lu Meng, but close enough that he could grasp it if he were to try, if able to fight through his own fear. There's no voice, but a suggestion that comes in his surroundings: You can take control. Take it. Like an entity present there with him, one that would fight through any challenge.
The door rattles again. The wood of it seems thicker now, but does it have a lock? Anything barricading it? All of that decides on if Lu Meng can take hold of the strength, put up such defences.
For it's his dream, and his reality. But also his own turmoil... All Gengar can do is delay it for him, and to keep his pain from spreading further into reality. ]