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paixaorpg2006-09-13 12:07 am
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Going Inside. (completed)
Character(s): Daniel and Vexen.
Content: The second Dream set out to find his youngest sister, and instead he got... Paixao.
Setting: Niflheim gate.
Time: Week two, late afternoon.
Warnings: None.
... odd.
Daniel knew something was wrong the minute he woke up in this world. He never slept; there never was, and never should be, anything for him to wake from. But before he knew it, he was lying on his back on rough, rocky ground, up at a sky he hardly believed to be real. This was not a sky he recognized; not one on Earth, nor was it that of the Dreaming. It was an illusion.
He remembered, before everything went white, that he had gone searching for his youngest sister. Of course, it hadn't taken him too long, after he had succeeded Morpheus as the next Dream of the Endless, to realize that to know Delirium (or Del, which could be followed by either irium or ight, and he himself wasn't sure which) was to wonder where she went. And she had gone again, but to where he couldn't say. He had learned from a dog identifying itself as Barnabas that she was gone, and with Matthew's aid, the three had gone in search of her. But a quick glance to the left, and then to the right, revealed that neither bird nor beast had followed him into this... illusion. Certainly if this was a world created by Delirium herself, it wouldn't have been so easy to see through, so easy to comprehend. This was another world that existed completely on its own, but where?
The pavement was hard, and the dream restless. The sky alone inspired a sense of unease in him, and suddenly he rose, one swift movement and a swish of fabric, to take in the world through darkened eyes. It was normal, at first glance. A line of people leading up to a large, imposing stone gate, not because they wanted admission but because there was simply no other place to go. Inwardly, he wondered if he had been brought to this gate for a reason; if, maybe, Delirium was inside, biding her time with whatever entertainment she could find. He moved quietly towards the end of the line and waited patiently until he reached the front. With any luck, he would find the answers to his questions just beyond those gates.
"Name?" he was asked, by a drone who had likely been saying the same thing over again several times that day. He thought, at first, that he sympathized with her... and when curiosity got the better of him, he quietly peered over at the list of names she held in her hands.
Daniel pursed his lips, and hesitated.
"Dream."
He was then handed a small, silver box... something he would look into later on, in case it offered him insight into this world and how he had gotten there. For now, though... "By any chance, has anyone by the name of Delirium passed through these gates?"
She paused for a moment, then lifted up a few pages on her clipboard and started scanning the list. "I don't think so. Her name isn't here..."
... very odd.
"I see... still, I thank you for your help." And, with a slight bow of the head, he was off.
Beyond the gates, this world - Paixao, she told him as he was leaving - seemed so much like a gaudy and elaborately decorated set erected for a children's play. Its actors were blonde-haired, blue eyed people that seemed to make up the majority of the city. And they were the most peculiar people, at that; people with vapid, shallow stares and hollow smiles, people with no thoughts and no dreams. People that simply were not people, and it was plain to see. Daniel stood among them, the soulless people, a shock of white hair in the crowd. He moved silently.
His sister was lost, and now so was he.
Content: The second Dream set out to find his youngest sister, and instead he got... Paixao.
Setting: Niflheim gate.
Time: Week two, late afternoon.
Warnings: None.
... odd.
Daniel knew something was wrong the minute he woke up in this world. He never slept; there never was, and never should be, anything for him to wake from. But before he knew it, he was lying on his back on rough, rocky ground, up at a sky he hardly believed to be real. This was not a sky he recognized; not one on Earth, nor was it that of the Dreaming. It was an illusion.
He remembered, before everything went white, that he had gone searching for his youngest sister. Of course, it hadn't taken him too long, after he had succeeded Morpheus as the next Dream of the Endless, to realize that to know Delirium (or Del, which could be followed by either irium or ight, and he himself wasn't sure which) was to wonder where she went. And she had gone again, but to where he couldn't say. He had learned from a dog identifying itself as Barnabas that she was gone, and with Matthew's aid, the three had gone in search of her. But a quick glance to the left, and then to the right, revealed that neither bird nor beast had followed him into this... illusion. Certainly if this was a world created by Delirium herself, it wouldn't have been so easy to see through, so easy to comprehend. This was another world that existed completely on its own, but where?
The pavement was hard, and the dream restless. The sky alone inspired a sense of unease in him, and suddenly he rose, one swift movement and a swish of fabric, to take in the world through darkened eyes. It was normal, at first glance. A line of people leading up to a large, imposing stone gate, not because they wanted admission but because there was simply no other place to go. Inwardly, he wondered if he had been brought to this gate for a reason; if, maybe, Delirium was inside, biding her time with whatever entertainment she could find. He moved quietly towards the end of the line and waited patiently until he reached the front. With any luck, he would find the answers to his questions just beyond those gates.
"Name?" he was asked, by a drone who had likely been saying the same thing over again several times that day. He thought, at first, that he sympathized with her... and when curiosity got the better of him, he quietly peered over at the list of names she held in her hands.
Daniel pursed his lips, and hesitated.
"Dream."
He was then handed a small, silver box... something he would look into later on, in case it offered him insight into this world and how he had gotten there. For now, though... "By any chance, has anyone by the name of Delirium passed through these gates?"
She paused for a moment, then lifted up a few pages on her clipboard and started scanning the list. "I don't think so. Her name isn't here..."
... very odd.
"I see... still, I thank you for your help." And, with a slight bow of the head, he was off.
Beyond the gates, this world - Paixao, she told him as he was leaving - seemed so much like a gaudy and elaborately decorated set erected for a children's play. Its actors were blonde-haired, blue eyed people that seemed to make up the majority of the city. And they were the most peculiar people, at that; people with vapid, shallow stares and hollow smiles, people with no thoughts and no dreams. People that simply were not people, and it was plain to see. Daniel stood among them, the soulless people, a shock of white hair in the crowd. He moved silently.
His sister was lost, and now so was he.
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This was the first time Vexen had set foot in the place, and he immediately marveled at it's splendid architecture. Whomever designed this had very good taste, he decided.
Unlike the man before him, Vexen simply strolled through. The drone didn't even take notice of him, as if he wasn't there, which suited the Nobody just fine. He did not want to be bothered by mere drones.
However, the other...
"A newcomer?" Vexen questioned, not quite facing the man. It was a rhetorical question, but he asked anyway.
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"I suppose you are looking for someone," Vexen observed. Who wasn't? That was another rhetorical question; immediately upon landing in Paixao, people tried to find others like them. It was human nature, after all.
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"Most people in this city do not originate here... such as yourself," Vexen explained, tossing the comment aside. "Does the fact I am not native to this city surprise you?"
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"The same as you. I walked through the gate. Or are you telling me there is a different way you entered?"
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"I haven't the faintest idea. I just ... arrived," Vexen finally said, mouth turning upwards with the faintest smirk. "But I hear that's how most people arrive here."
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"Perhaps. I am not from this world and nor are you. But are we the only ones stuck in such a predicament or are there others like us?" Vexen answered the man's question with his own. He really did like the way this man thought.
Maybe this was a good sign that the others would have semblance of intelligence that was greater then the idiots he had to put up with.
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And filled him with so much fury that he couldn't believe he could still "feel" such an emotion. It was empty, but it was there.
"Who told you that name?!?" He snarled, all calm and collectiveness lost from his demeanor. On the contrary, he looked ready to kill the man for simply uttering his true name.
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How did he know?
Vexen finally allowed himself to calm. Getting upset would just make him even more suspicious. Damn it all...
"Even is dead. You have mistaken me for someone else," The elder replied curtly, before storming past the odd man.
His field research was done. It was time to get back to work.
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