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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"How I got free is none of your business, Reala," replied NiGHTS with a smirk, crossing her arms. She knew Will and Helen were all right, beyond the shadow of a doubt; if nothing else, Owl, knowing his concern for children, would have found them and led them back to the Dream Gate. As for Wizeman, he was no more.

At least, NiGHTS thought so. But now she wasn't so sure, between Reala and Jackle coming back. On the other hand, Jackle had sounded angry at the mere implication of Wizeman's defeat, whereas before he simply would have laughed long and loud as always at the sheer ludicrousness of the idea.

NiGHTS tilted her head, examining her sibling. "Just how did you get here, anyway?" Jackle hadn't known, but maybe Reala would.

"Oh, it isn't, is it?" Reala smirked back, mirroring NiGHTS expression as perfectly as only he knew how. "Why, my dear NiGHTS, haven't you learned by now that everything you do is my business?" Gleaming blue eyes moved over NiGHTS, the expression almost possessive or predatory, and he moved in a slow arc, gold sparkles swirling underfoot as he circled her for a thorough examination. "Such a brave face you're putting on, and yet you have so little to say.... I wonder~...."

He drew out the sing-song into an almost sinister drawl--the circle was almost more like a spiral in nature, each movement along his orbit bringing him even closer in his invasion of her personal space. "I wonder.... Just how much would you tell someone whose business it was, hmm? Or can you say anything at all? Perhaps you don't even know yourself...."

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