Will I Wake From This Nightmare?

Kieran was still adjusting to life in this place. For someone like him who had spent all his life in the skyscraper-and-high-rises urban jungle of Vancouver, the island and the city seemed like a bit of a small town in comparison, and the Academy campus took a bit of navigating to get used to. At least he was used to coastal climates. At least that was another thing that he didn't have to adapt himself to. The summer here was also a bit less suffocating than those in Vancouver, presumably due to the lack of the urban heat island thing going on, so that was another good thing.

The thing that was the best, though, was that nobody really cared about the whole possessed by some weird Chinese demon-gods thing he's got going on. And the whole not being able to speak thing. People just seemed to take everything in stride here, and he had tried his best to do that as well. His new roommate, Ishvi, seemed to be a nice guy, though it did seem that his purple hair might not be dyed after all. Oh, and he slept during the day. But considering his last roommate, who had a new fling each week, he was pretty well off this time.

The rest mist, though, had went off for the first time since he had gotten here. That was not good. If he didn't respond, it won't go away. He had already checked out the dorms next to his, and none of the residents seem to be in trouble. It had to be Ishvi, then. Kieran didn't want to use his telepathy on his new roommate. That didn't lead to good impressions. So here he was, pushing the door open, intruding on someone else's privacy.

Weird. Ishvi seemed to be... flashing in and out of existence? That doesn't seem normal. Moving forwards, he went to tap him on the shoulder, looking for a response.

Ishvi was not waking up. Also, his roommate seemed to be flashing purple. Not exactly flashing. More like shifting, from a normal person (or how a normal person ought to look, anyways) to a... purple human, with wings. That might be why Kieran really wanted to run off to somewhere and hide for a while until all this blows over now. But it's pretty obvious they wouldn't let him, and Kieran knows better than to challenge them, plus he didn't want anybody getting hurt, so he forced himself to stay.

On closer inspection, Ishvi appeared to be having a nightmare, saying jumbled words that Kieran can barely make out. Not fun. Kieran reminded himself not to ask about it or mention it later. He could also see - are those burn marks? - scars on Ishvi's palms. That was something he hadn't noticed before. Again, he noted it to himself and reminded himself not to mention it, later.

Tapping was clearly not going to work, so instead Kieran grabbed Ishvi by the shoulders - as gently as the situation allowed, of course - and shook him. Gently. In lieu of a response, he did it again, but more violently this time. Hopefully he wouldn't get punched? This was going to be hard to explain.