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 made sure to keep a firm grip on Reala's hand as she tugged him along, alert for any signs of her fellow Maren losing his balance. Her iridescent eyes searched her almost-twin, searching for signs of what was wrong almost anxiously. "Reala..."

She didn't speak further for a few moments, knowing - for once - that arguing wouldn't help. She had never seen Reala like this, so... weak. This wasn't like him. Normally, he'd fight tooth and nail, no matter how injured he was - NiGHTS vividly recalled the feeling of Reala's claws, golden bone back then, digging sharply (painfully) into her arm, even though she had beaten Reala, even though he should have been unconscious.

It wasn't NiGHTS' favorite memory, of course, but it was the one that stood out at the moment, showing itself in sharp relief. And here Reala was, sitting, pain and utter confusion reflected in his eyes, and NiGHTS had no idea what to do.

Except... "Lie down, Reala. You need to rest."

Reala's scowl only deepened as NiGHTS stared at him; this was ridiculous... how could he be so weak in front of her? This wasn't supposed to happen! What the hell was wrong? "Rest." He managed to scoff, though it was an effort. "And sleep, perchance, to dream?" Even with that comment, he had to keep himself from hissing as another wave of pain and nausea rolled through him. It was enough to make him lean back against the wall to keep himself steadily--even if it wasn't laying down, it was about as close as he was willing to get at this point.

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