paixaorpg | A Nightmare Awakes (active)

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' iridescent eyes, so like Reala's but for the glimmer of midnight purple mingling with the blue, narrowed subtly - not subtle enough to hide from Reala, of course, but she was counting on that. Secrets between twins, real or not, were just that. A sharp intake of breath at her own implied heartlessness, and she resisted the urge to cup her own Ideya shard protectively, shield it away from Reala and make him forget it was ever there.

But of course, she couldn't do that - not with Reala, who knew her better than Wizeman ever could. It was a double-edged sword, for the two of them to be created as twins; the two of them repelled one another as often as they were drawn to each other. Right now, NiGHTS wasn't sure which one she felt. Elation, certainly, at Reala being alive after all, but apprehension as well. What would Reala do in such a place?

"WIll and Helen are all right," NiGHTS replied back, calm despite her own turbulent emotions. "They both overcame their fears, and they're going to be fine." Not that Reala cared, but NiGHTS did. Will and Helen would always be friends to NiGHTS, much like Elliot and Claris - even if they never met again.

Reala had to know that.

Reala noted the narrowed eyes, the gasp, and reveled in them both--NiGHTS was not pleased. So he'd struck a nerve, had he? Poor, dear NiGHTS, upset over being proven how she could never truly escape who and what she was..... Her birth was her destiny, and no matter what she tried, Reala knew she would fulfill it, even if he had to beat her down and drag her unconscious body back to Master Wizeman himself. As if she could ever hide her heart from him.... They had been made to be together, and he would read her regardless of how she might try to hide or deny that fact.

He wasn't sure what exactly he would do now, in this strange place of light and Visitor-shaped dream creatures, but he doubted it would be anything that NiGHTS would approve of lately. "My, how certain you sound.... Are you sure that your confidence is well-placed? They are only Visitors, after all...." And Visitors were vulnerable, foolish things, easily swayed and effected by the very things that they dreamed up. Besides, Master Wizeman surely had them both now; who knew what he would do to those little brats?

A Nightmare Awakes (active)

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