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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Reala smirked at the bared teeth--a Maren once was a Maren always, and it showed--and tightened his grip. Foolish girl, too proud to be cautious.... He ought to cage her and be done with it right now, take her to Master Wizeman right away. But then again, that wouldn't be any fun now, would it? And he still wasn't sure where they were, in general or in relation to Nightmare. That would bear some thought.

Regardless, his temper flared at the insinuation, his eyes' reaction nearly identical; if he had a tail, it would have been lashing. "I know a great deal about cages." He agreed, anger simmering almost explosively just under a thin veneer of calm arrogance; his grip shifted, enough o swing him casually around to put them face to face. "But I'm afraid you, my dear NiGHTS, are the only one who has practical experience with them!" Thus situated, his hands found her throat, and he kicked off against nothing--regardless, he propelled them towards the wall of the dome quite near the great fiery gates, a crushing bodyslam to dash her into a metaphorical corner. After all, it might not be a literal cage, but being pinned and held certainly counted....

A Nightmare Awakes (active)

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