[h3]Brandenburg[/h3]

It was a bit of an adjustment, but Ryan was used to roleplaying Brandenburg in-game; it was just a matter of switching mental pronouns and asking what his psychotic ex would do. [i]She[/i] took note of the guy's distinctive hair, endgame gear and, to her fascination, the status bar floating near his head. As expected of an Elder Tale themed dream; even the font was the same used in the game. Red. Suitable, if dry. He started to introduce himself, only to be interrupted by a surprise fist to the face. She stared blankly as the two boxed briefly, utterly bewildered by the sudden violence. Once the dust had settled, Brandenburg turned to the attacker, her hands drifting instinctively to the blades on her belt. [b]'... A right charmer, you, aren't you?',[/b] she said incredulously, taking note of the face and cap. Her heart sank; he looked a lot like those ten year old internet hardboys who thought they were gangsters. The John fucking Cena reference was enough to turn an already bad first impression to thinly veiled contempt. She took a few steps back, already regretting getting involved.

Red had also backed off and Brandenburg raised a hand placatingly. [b]'Wasn't planning on it.'[/b] He was clearly ready for a fight though, his fists up in a ready position; Red was a Monk too, not someone she particularly wanted to get into fisticuffs with. [b]'How's this; if baseball-cap here gives any more trouble, I'm on your side.'[/b] Her hands gripping the hilts of her kukris, Brandenburg's mind began to race. Ryan had never had a dream this real before, especially not one about John Cena being a twat. He felt a creeping fear sink in as the possibility occurred to him that maybe, just maybe this wasn't a dream after all.