paixaorpg | Shuffling the Cards [Inactive]

Character(s): NiGHTS and Jackle
Content: NiGHTS and Jackle have a little confrontation.
Setting: Not too far outside the Nifleheim gates of Paixao.
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Insanity on Jackle's part, snark and mysticism. 8D

Leave it to Jackle to spin things around. First he had, however inadvertently, sent his voice through the journals, causing NiGHTS to speak back to him. Then he twisted his words, as he always did, cackling insanity and dealing lies the way he sometimes dealt cards.

Then again, Jackle's cards tended towards violence to begin with. NiGHTS frowned for a second, remembering the razor-sharp pain of the cards slicing through his flesh. Jackle may only be a second-level Nightmaren, but he was still dangerous. And NiGHTS, for one reason or another, had decided to deal with Jackle himself - at least for the moment.

NiGHTS, ignoring the guards' protests, wandered outside the gates, looking for his fellow Nightmaren. Jackle had to be around here somewhere -hopefully it was outside, where he couldn't cause too much chaos.

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Jackle hadn't bothered to go 'inside' anywhere within the domes, had just moved around and observed and kept an eye out for anyone familiar. Not that there had been very much in the way of luck to that end, but at least he'd gotten a general feel of the area and begun the slow process of memorization. A very, very slow process that would likely become easier as time went by, if he didn't simply fade out of existence. ...or be killed once again, of course.

Then he'd turned right back around and went searching for the borders of this world, the mantle he wore bending to wind as he flew. Nothing was familiar and he couldn't sense Master which meant Wizeman wasn't here.

If NiGHTS were to locate him, he could be found hovering in the air, the entire number of his cards floating around him. Hard as it was to read his expressions when he wasn't giving the same signature grin he normally held, he didn't appear very pleased.

NiGHTS didn't think Jackle was inside the domes; there would have been a trail of carnage if that had been the case. Either that, or there would have been quite a few bewildered and frightened people around. Jackle was rarely not in the mood for one of his dangerous, insane games, and more often than not it was the Visitor (or the Nightopians) who suffered.

Even with such grim thoughts drifting through his mind, however, NiGHTS was as effortlessly cheerful as usual, pulling faces at the guards as he whizzed on past them. The maren flew high in the air, whirling gracefully in acrobatic flight as he searched the area for Jackle.

... There. NiGHTS grinned, floating softly downward until he landed in front of Jackle. "There you are!" he half-sang, a near-wicked grin on his face. "I've been looking all over for you, you know."

Shocked? Oh no, apparently not. Jackle's face broke out into the usual grin as NiGHTS appeared, pearly white and sharp as ever. He waved a hand and drew the cards into order, holding the deck with both hands as he stared at the other, smaller Nightmaren.

"I do, I do know. You're predictable as the sunrise, you are." He flashed him the same grin, teeth hovering in the air separately, like some sort of great big cat that had spotted a poor little mouse tip-toeing into its lair. Though the claws of one hand had begun to drum against the deck (in no rhythm in particular, of course), he broke one hand away from then to grasp the end of his cloak, holding it closer to mask himself.

"Why ever would you do that?

The grin didn't slip from NiGHTS' face, and he didn't acknowledge that he even noticed Jackle holding his cards like that. He did, however, pout at the mere thought of being predictable.

"I am not," he chuckled, folding his arms over his chest, "and besides, the sunrise looks different every time." Except in the city, of course, where the sunrise was painted on and moved across the domed ceiling; that was so boring.

It seemed, however, that Jackle was in one of his moods, and NiGHTS shifted slightly in mid-air, on his guard. He really wasn't in the mood to get into a fight.

"Your unpredictableness is what makes you predictable, NiGHTS." The purring shuffle of his cards accented the sound of his voice, serving as a background for the pitched words.

Jackle grinned, hiding the deck behind the part of his cape drawn toward him. He was dyeing NiGHTS, taking many things into consideration. For one, the last time he'd set sight on the other, NiGHTS had been merged with a Dreamer. Strange, strange, how different he appeared without.

"The sun never fails to rise, doesn't it not?"

NiGHTS made a show of rolling his eyes. "You're just saying that because of those silly cards of yours," he replied, smirking. Leave it to Jackle to needlessly complicate things in ways that only made sense to him - and hell if NiGHTS knew why Jackle put such firm belief in the cars he may very well be planning to attack NiGHTS with now.

Then again, NiGHTS clearly heard the shuffling of the cards. Why was Jackle even bothering to hide them when NiGHTS knew they were there? Then again he supposed, it was Jackle's habit. He chuckled at his fellow Nightmaren's habitually odd way of speaking.

"That's not true," NiGHTS pointed out, "Many of our places don't even have a sun." Their world was very much different from that of the Visitors, and it could be night for eternity in one place while the sun hung continuously in the sky in another.

Shuffling the Cards [Inactive]

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