A Nightmare Awakes (active)

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Character(s): Reala, NiGHTS
Content: Reala arrives and gets down to business hurting Paixaoans. NiGHTS is there too,and does some stuff. But that's really not nearly as important. =P
Setting: Muspelheim gate
Time: THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT. MINE IS AN EVIL LAUGH. MWAHAHAHA.
Warnings: Uh, blood? Snark? Sibling rivalry?

A soft noise of confusion, a sudden shifting against a ground that was entirely too hard; Reala sat up without knowing he'd laid down at all. He had been flying--why was he waking up? And in such a strange place, at that? Ugh, this place was too damned bright.... Where was he? This certainly wasn't Nightmare. He'd never seen anything like it in Nightopia, either.... It seemed a little too brilliant and strange. Not to mention full of what looked quite like Visitors. None of the normal residents he would expect to find in Nightopia, yet none of them seemed particularly disoriented.... It was like some strange shared dream? Perhaps a new part of the Night Dimension altogether.

Reala picked himself up with a disdainful huff, dusting himself off and rising into the air with a quick burst of golden sparkles. They left a fading comet's trail behind him as he joined the line of visitors, privately scoffing at their obliviousness; they hardly seemed to think he was odd at all. Truly a wolf along sheep, with not even a skin to hide him.... "Name, please?"

Such a mundane question. As though he were one of these fools.... "Reala." He smirked; there was no reason at all to not give it. He doubted this Visitor would know who he was anyway.

"Welcome to Paixao! Here's your journal, please enjoy your stay!" The gatekeeper smiled and offered him a deep red rectangle and some pamphlets that Reala hardly bothered to look at.

"Thank you very much." Reala's smirk widened, and he moved to take the offering, apparently overshooting; pale fingers closed delicately around the man's wrist, gleaming pink claws leaving furrows down the entirety of his hand. The man jerked back and cried out in pain as rivulets of pale, glowing blue blood spilled over the journal. Reala caught the journal and pamphlets as they were dropped, offering a mockingly cheerful wave as he turned to glide into the city itself. So they weren't Visitors after all.... Visitors, as he recalled, bled nothing but crimson. "I think I will."

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NiGHTS was speechless, her mouth still open as her eyes drank in the sight of her near-brother. How? How? First Jackle, and now this? But she had Seen it, she had seen Reala's battered form fall from the sky, she had felt that sharp, stabbing ache in her heart as she had pasted that confident (triumphant) look on her face when Will and Helen had come up to her, happy that the big bad boogeyman was gone.

If only they had had a clue as to what NiGHTS was capable of.

But no. Now was not the time for such fiercely scattered (proud, almost) thoughts. She had to speak.

"Reala."

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"Why, it speaks." Reala delicately touched the tips of his bloodied claws to his lips in mock amazement, smirk only growing at NiGHTS' speechlessness. Shaken so badly? Losing Helen must have been more of a blow than he'd imagined. "I hadn't thought you were capable of learning to still that restless tongue of yours." Reala moved closer, knowing well (and taking considerable pleasure in) the fact that shrinking personal space tended to unsettle most people, as did unexpected touch--and so he moved until they weren't even an arm's length away from each other, eyes glittering behind his Persona as he delicately took NiGHTS' chin with bloodstained claws, gently (almost as if he cared, he told himself) closing NiGHTS' mouth for hir. "What's the matter, can't find your friends?"