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paixaorpg2006-08-14 02:22 pm
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Ooh, Eyeballs! [completed~]
Character(s): Duma, Corinthian, and anyone.
Content: Duma stumbles upon thegay 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.
Content: Duma stumbles upon the
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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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.
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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?