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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Despite the fact that they had tried to kill each other a few dozen times, Reala was still the closest thing to a sibling NiGHTS had, and she cared about him. And, judging by Reala's apparent reluctance to kill NiGHTS, he cared, too - though NiGHTS knew he'd never admit it, just as she wouldn't.

Not admitting things, however, did not translate into showing them, and NiGHTS was at Reala's side in an instant, slinging his arm over her shoulder and supporting the heavier Nightmaren. "Reala, what's wrong?" she asked, her eyes betraying the concern she felt. She had never seen Reala like this, not once - and the was he was reacting confused her (frightened her, too, but she really wasn't about to admit that).

"Hey, Reala! Snap out of it!" What was going on?

All NiGHTS would get as a response was a burst of choked, hacking coughing as Reala's stomach tried to force him to do the impossible. He bared his teeth and managed to force out a guttural snarl--probably an attempt at a threat, though it was probably lost within the frustration and confusion. It was the sort of sound a wounded animal ran to ground might make--strained and weak and largely futile, but enough to show that it still had at least a little fight in it, an instinctive effort to scare its pursuer off. Not that Reala would have--or could have--told NiGHTS what was wrong even if he was physically capable of it--he was a Nightmaren, after all. The problem would be trivialized or dismissed. And besides that, he honestly had no idea himself; he had no concept of sickness, nor the proper vocabulary to describe it.

Either way, he didn't want to be here. Not with NiGHTS to see him in this state, not out in the open where he was vulnerable, not in a strange place where there was far too much light and far too many Visitors.... He wished for the cool darkness and secrecy of his lair, for the familiar solitude it ensured, for the safety to be able to wait out whatever was hurting him like this. Impossible for the moment.... he'd have to settle on whatever he could find. But he refused to settle for anything with NiGHTS still around. Reala made a clumsy effort to push NiGHTS away, made awkward by the strange position of having his arm around her shoulders--even with that factored in, the effort was rather feeble. And that, perhaps, could have told NiGHTS better than anything else how serious it might be; since when was Reala lacking for anything in physical strength?

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