Who's Controling Who NOW? Chapter 7: Remind Me Who’s Dream This Is?, a legacy of kain fanfic

Disclaimer: If you recognize something in this fic, then it probably belongs to someone else. To be more specific- I don't own Playstation, LoK, or anything in them. Oh, and I got the exact quotes from BO1 at nosgoth.net in the Blood Omen Dialogue section. *bows to Wolf Raziel* Zofie Audron alone, is my brain child. I, of course, belong to myself. ^_^

Author's Notes: If you read- review! ^_^ ***Spoilers of the LoK games (duh!)***

Yet another shameless plug on behalf of a desperate authoress. If you're enjoying this fic, you may also like to read Blood Omen- The Blooper Reel (in progress), which is also humor. If you like things that have a bit more length (although not many people seem to) and depth, please go for Restoring Balance (in progress). If you're not into length, try Ariel's Sorrow (on hold).

Of my other fics, none take up a space within the Legacy of Kain universe. But they are Getting in Touch With Your Worm (completed) which is a fic based on the movie Labyrinth, Back to Nibelheim (completed)- a poetry fic about FF7 (I know, I know, no one reads poetry. *sighs* Neither do I really.) Remembrances (on hold)- a songfic/ficfic of FF8, and Garr VS Ryu (on hold)- a ficlet set in the world of Breath Of Fire 3.

You can also look in fictionalley. org for Harry Potter and the Rocky Horror Picture Show (in progress).

*looks up* Mostly in progress... *she grins* like my life.

Remind Me Who's Dream This Is?

By the next morning Syvia had, as humans often do, managed to pass last night's experience off as a very odd dream.

She should have known better.

The girl got up, ate breakfast, took a shower, and got dressed. She left her house, casting a curious glance at the ambulance parked in front of her next door neighbor's house before walking down the street to catch a bus.

Her college classes passed in a normal, orderly fashion, and she deliberately didn't think about her videogames. It snowed later in the day. When she finally got home, she was cold, tired, slightly damp from the snow that had collected on her coat, and aching from carrying her full book bag.

"Snow in mid-March," she grumbled softly. She stood in the open front door, un- buckled, snapped, and zipped her winter coat, then shook it off while standing on the porch. She stepped in, emptied her sopping backpack and dropped it on the floor. Syvia pulled off her shoes and ran upstairs.

She exchanged her jeans for a pair of velvet lounge pants and her shirt and vest for a sweat shirt that clashed horribly with the pants. Over it all she pulled an old pink bathrobe.

In the bathroom, she took two small hair ties and pulled her bangs back from her face in a hairstyle that was reminiscent of Sailor Moon, but in a much darker hair color, with not as much hair, and no actual 'meatballs'. Needless to say, her outfit and hairdo plainly advertised that she was not expecting company.

Syvia made herself a plate of nachos and had eaten half of them before she noticed the answering machine blinking. The girl hurried into the living room, set the plate down on an end table and pushed the 'play' button. After the characteristic 'beep'-

"Hi, this is Mark from Electronics Boutique in Century III, for Rebecca; Your copy of Blood Omen 2 is in and must be picked up before the end of the business day tomorrow. If you have any questions you can call-" Syvia took down the number with a wide grin on her face. The message ended with another 'beep' and the tape rewound.

"Yes!" she shouted, pumping a fist in the air. A little dance of elation and several squeals of excitement later she walked calmly into the game room with her nachos and sat down at her computer. She worked on school assignments for a time, went on the Internet, and did other things that she normally did. After a while, her eyes strayed to her Playstation. Her copy of Blood Omen rested on the system's black plastic exterior. The controller lay invitingly stretched out before the television stand.

Syvia looked at it. What are you afraid of? It was just a dream, she told herself. She turned off her computer, turned slowly in her chair and stared at the game.

"Well," she murmured. "I should play it a little before playing Blood Omen 2... just to get back into the storyline...." Syvia had made up her mind, but her body wouldn't seem to agree. She sat in the chair, staring at the CD case.

Get a grip, girl. It was only a dream. But a flutter of apprehension grew in her stomach as she turned on the television. Fighting it down in annoyance, Syvia eased the disc into the PS2's tray and pushed the button.

She looked around hurriedly, sighed in relief. There was no one there. She got up, holding the controller in her hands, and backed up in the direction of the loveseat. The service graphics of the PS2 were coming to life on her television as she sat down without looking. Her legs and rear-end did not find the cushions of the loveseat, they lowered onto something warm... and alive.

Syvia screamed, jumping up. She whirled around and saw Raziel and Mobius sitting on her loveseat, in exactly the same place they had been last night, they were laughing.

"Oh no, please, you can sit here," Mobius chortled, patting his lap.

"I must be honest," Raziel said, "I didn't think you were going to actually pick up the controller yourself. I thought we'd have to coax you again."

Mobius let out a harrumph; "I manipulated Kain into destroying his own race and I manipulated you into killing Janos Audron. I am fully capable of manipulating a fan-girl into playing a game."

Raziel, of course, grew angry at the mention of the Ancient. "I never did repay you for that, Time Streamer..."

"You two were a dream!" Syvia shouted, distracting the two. They smiled- well, Mobius did, Raziel's eyes just kind of... crinkled.

"I don't feel like a dream," Raziel said, patting down his chest and arms as if making sure they were real. He looked at Mobius. "Do you feel like a dream?"

The Pillar of Time grinned. "Not really."

"But if I'm not a dream, and you're not a dream-" he gasped and looked at Syvia. "Maybe you're a dream!" The girl sank into her computer chair and covered her face with her hands.

"Don't even try it Raziel. 'I think, therefore I am.' The fact is indubitable."

"Well, I think," Raziel said reasonably. "So doesn't it stand to reason that I am as well?"

"No, because I only perceive that you believe that you think, and perceptions can be doubted."

Raziel looked at Mobius, who nodded. "She's right," the Time Streamer said confidently. Raziel continued to look confused.

"I suppose I'll take your word for it," he told Mobius.

Syvia laughed harshly. "That'll be a first." Mobius laughed uproariously. Raziel nodded once in wry agreement.

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