paixaorpg | Ooh, Eyeballs! [completed~]

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Ooh, Eyeballs! [completed~]

Character(s): Duma, Corinthian, and anyone.
Content: Duma stumbles upon the ~~gay~~ nightmare
Setting: near Morem o Lisboa
Time: Wednesday late night
Warnings: none yet.

Hovering around Paixao has been making Duma feel just a little bit homesick. No, make that really homesick. Of course, the home he has in mind does not include neither torturing devices nor purgatory fires. The blonde-blue-eyed citizens of Paixao remind him of the other angels, who are mostly of that complexion.

The angels back in the Silver City always have a glint of intelligence in their eyes despite their obedience though, unlike the citizens of this strange place. These people seemed inanimate, those humans might use a word such as 'robotic' to describe them. Most angels are 'robotic' also, because of their unquestioning obedience, but they are not there to simply populate the city like these people seem to be. This place might be similar to the Silver City in some ways, but Duma still does not like it.

While wondering about a certain fallen angel he met earlier in the morning, Duma is struck with recognition for a figure strolling down the street below him. Could it be? Almost as quickly as he realized it, Duma heads down toward the ground and lands right in front of a white-haired man with sunglasses on. It has been quite some time since he met the nightmare standing before him. The last time they met was at the King of Dream's funeral. Duma wonders if The Corinthian still remembers him.

Folding his wings so that it would not hinder other people walking down the road, Duma gives The Corinthian a slight bow. A little bit of familiarity is always nice, despite the rumors Duma have heard of the nightmare's taste for eyeballs.

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An angel.

The Corinthian raised an eyebrow as the naked winged being set down and bowed to him. He'd seen this angel before (though they all looked the same, little chickadees with blue eyes and blonde hair and wings~). At .. yes, the funeral. It had not been a pleasent time in the Dreaming and the Corinthian was surprised to recall who this angel was so quickly.

"...one of the rulers of Hell, aren't you little bird?"

His mood was somewhat sour, from meeting Desire and barely having gotten to snack. And, of course, his mild guilt at ripping out the young boy's eyes and eating them. He was growing more uneasy, wondering if his Lord Dream was here as well.

Little bird? Duma is growing less and less fond of that nickname as time goes by. He is not a bird, he barely chirps. Also, the term little bird makes him sound like, what was the word that those mortals like to use? Ah yes, gossipmonger. Duma nods to Corinthian's question anyway, he is, or maybe was, one of the rulers of Hell; the little birdies up on the white tower.

If The Corinthian is here, could it be that this is actually The Dreaming? If it is so, then Duma has nothing to worry about the demons escaping to this place, and all he needs to do to go back is fashion himself a door.

Noticing the sour expression on The Corinthian's face, however, Duma wonders if it is The Dreaming. It does not seem to be. It is too solid, too real. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Duma looks straight at The Corinthian's sunglass-covered eyes and ponders.

"Are you looking for something?" The Corinthian doesn't snap, but it is clear he is 'prickly'. Not that he usually had courtesy for angels. He didn't have courtesy (or manners) for anyone other than his lord most of the time. Occasionally others, but ... he owed the angel nothing.

The nightmare crosses his arms and stares right back at the silent angel. He wasn't going to say anything if there wasn't an indication of communication from the other, first.

Looking for something? That is another way of putting it, perhaps, Duma is looking for clues as to whether this is The Dreaming or not. It might be simpler to ask, but The Corinthian might not know anyway and Duma does not like voicing his questions, just because. The nightmare seemed annoyed at Duma, for some reason, and considering the rumors surrounding him, it might not be wise to make him angry.

The Corinthian copied Duma's movement, staring back at the angel. How can he ask the nightmare about his master? As much as The Corinthian seems to dislike him, Duma has a decent relationship with the Dream King. Dream will explain as best as he could about this place to Duma if he asks. Duma thought of using the journal to communicate, but thought against it.

Crouching on the ground, he uses his fingers to write out a question, "DrEAM?" and looks up to The Corinthian to see if the nightmare can understand what he means.

'DREAM'.

The Corinthian read the finger movement, following it as if he had eyes. That was met with a frown. No, no, this was not the Dreaming for sure. If it was, then the Dream was in a very odd mood. And even then the Corinthian was sure that he would be able to tell, to feel the change.

"No, fly away little bird, you're in the wrong place."

Just because he was on amicable terms with the angel didn't mean he had to be nice. The Corinthian was a prickly nightmare by nature (by creation). The combined effort of the situation and the setting had him on edge.

Wait. What if the angel had been asking about Dream?

"Have you seen my lord Dream here?"

That would not be ideal.

Duma's usually unreadable expression almost turns into a frown when The Corinthian dismissed him away, addressing him using 'little bird' yet again. He was just going to turn around and fly back through the gate in hopes of finding his home when the nightmare suddenly gave him another question, Have you seen my lord Dream here?

Duma inclines his head slightly in question as Corinthian seemed to find the question distasteful somehow. The nightmare is not fond of its master, perhaps? That seems unlikely. And yet, no, Dumas have not seen the Dream King here. After all, he travels away from his realm only when it is very necessary. Shaking his head, Duma then points to The Corinthian with eyes full of question. Perhaps the nightmare has seen Dream here?

...yeah, talking to mutes was just a barrel of laughs. The nightmare gave the angel another look, because this whole guessing thing was rather obnoxious. He had not seen Dream and would prefer not to see Dream. Especially, well, he just rather wouldn't. And to have Dream in this place would certainly be an oddity and probably would spell disaster.

"No. I don't know what you want but the answer is no."

The Corinthian let out an irritated sigh.

Duma's body language makes it seem as if he just let out a sigh even though no sound can be heard from him. The angel is not unable to speak, contrary to popular belief, he simply refuses to. Most of the time, he does not need to ask for anything so being silent suits him fine, but when he needs something, that is when it gets beyond exasperating.

So, The Corinthian hasn't seen Dream around here, and this is not The Dreaming, but he has one more speculation about the place. With his finger, he writes out the words, "DEATH IS HERE."

He knew that, thanks to the little journal things. But it was still a bit of a jolt. She was still here, as if just hanging out, waiting for something. The last time she had done that... well, it had been her place and function, but that did not make it any easier.

"I know. Does it surprise you? Desire is here as well," As usual when the nightmare said 'desire' his face twisted. There was nothing but negatives attached with that name. "Many things are here. Including you."

The fact that Death is here surprised him, even though not to the same extent as when he found himself face-to-face with the previous owner of Hell. Meeting The Corinthian was a surprise as well, but not one he would dwell on for too long. And yet, Duma is still very confused at why so many people are gathered here.

There are Lucifer, Death, The Corinthian and Desire. What place is this?Paixao is the name, but what is Paixao? The word means passion in a language he recognizes, but that does not shed light on anything at all. Being lost is getting him rather annoyed.

Duma needs to go back to Hell. He does not want to, but he needs to. One of these days, he is starting to sound like the former Dream King... but that is not something he likes to talk about. Turning to The Corinthian, Duma asks without a voice, Why are you here?

Both the communication and the question pulled on the Corinthian's face. He frowned more, well, wasn't this just peachy? If he knew why he was here he wouldn't be wandering around aimlessly, would he? He wasn't supposed to be here, and his function was going unfulfilled right now (which didn't bother him, but as Dream was rather big on responsibility, he would surely get reprimanded). On the same token, it wasn't his fault. He didn't even know how he got here.

"...Just so I can torture you, birdie." The Corinthian said with a bit more anger than intended. He was not in a good mood, "...I have no idea. And you? Is this one of Hell's circles?" he knew it wasn't, but the accusation felt good.

The Corinthian's reply made him twitch a little, simply because the word 'torture' holds a more terrible meaning for Duma. The image of a demon pulling apart limbs off of a soul crosses his mind for a moment, but suddenly reminded of the Corinthian's nature, he replaces the vision with that of a white-haired man plucking out the eyes of a corpse. His thoughts don't count however, he is not the Name, after all.

Sighing at the nightmare's accusation, Duma shakes his head in reply. He does not like his job, no, that would be an understatement, he hates his job with passion, but there is still this tiny flicker of hope that he might be called back to the Silver City if he does his job well. He cannot be loitering around this place for much longer, he needs to go back soon. Lucifer went back through the gate, Duma explains while looking away at where he pictures the gate to be, I will follow him, it might be the way back.

"...I see. I hope the little devil is durable," The Corinthian really had no idea, but it sounded good to him at the moment. Besides, bravado was a useful thing and the angel didn't know that he didn't know anything.

The nightmare gave Duma a look, as if briefly considering something, and then he began walking in the other direction. He was in no hurry to leave this place, afterall. It was the Waking World, which he preferred and it wasn't his fault for not going back to the Dreaming - he simply couldn't. So a bit of a vacation from being other people's dark mirror.

Duma does not find The Corinthian's bravado amusing at all. This nightmare is a creation of Dream, and even the Dream King's might is nothing compared to that of Lucifer's. He figures that dwelling on the matter would do no good, however, and only a flicker passing behind his eyes shows any response on his part. The angel lets the nightmare look at him for a moment, not doing anything to indicate anything.

Following Lucifer is not a good idea. The gates might be the way back, but he cannot risk going the same way as the Devil. Despite everything, he is still the Devil, and in hopes of one day returning home, Duma should not follow his path.

He watches The Corinthian's back as the latter walks away, but decides that forcing the nightmare to stay is futile. Putting a slight pressure on the ground below him while bending his knees, Duma takes to flight and proceeds to look around for other ways to go back.

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