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| Topic Started: Apr 18 2011, 04:00 PM (499 Views) | |
| Yangin | Apr 18 2011, 04:00 PM Post #1 |
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Jabari wandered the dock in Reine, as he often did in the mornings. Except it was different this morning. For one, the sunrise did not carry with it the red glow it normally brought with it to the day. No, instead it brought a otherworldly green glow to the sky. But why? It had never done this before, not that the half-elf could remember... Ah well. It wasn't important. Why it didn't concern him more, he wasn't sure, but it didn't. Neither did his incredibly odd company, which consisted of a party of drunken pirates making their way off their boat, led by a captain who was wearing a weasel mask. Quite an interesting mask. Jabari stared oddly at the mask, partly because it was strange, and partly because it kept him from looking at the fact that the pirate captain was totally devoid of pants. Nobody else seemed the least bit disturbed by this fact. Was he the only one who found that unusual at all? Soon the band of intoxicated pirates was past, having disappeared into the nearest club. As he walked by, the captain was spouting something about how snow-covered igloos and telling them how it's really hot and dry in the desert. The Sahara Desert. That wasn't even a real place, what was this guy thinking? He said something about missing a bus as well. Whatever that was. What's a bus, he wondered. Was that even a real thing? Jabari moved to the opposite side of the street, preferring to avoid this clearly mad individual. Then he saw someone else coming down the pier: that nun girl he'd met here a few weeks before. When the sun wasn't green. She was stunning. He would know, he'd seen everything. Much to her chagrin. Enough chagrin that she had some to find him again... With a host of templar knights. Jabari didn't even know there were templar knights in Soto at all... But he didn't want to have to start anything with them. There were at least a dozen. Maybe more. He walked away from the pier, and started to head into the pub... No, not the pub. The insane pirates were in there. He continued down the street to see... Helene and her band of merry men slowly advancing on him. But how? They were behind him! He quickly decided he'd take his chances in the pub, which was also bathed in a green light from the many lanterns on the wall. If no one else was concerned, why should he be? At least Helene and her entourage weren't in here... yet. He took a seat in the corner and silently hoped they wouldn't show, and that Captain Furball here (For Jabari felt that that was a good name for him, and even had a feeling it really was his name. Why he felt this, he didn't know, but he did.) kept to himself. It was then that he realized... this pub wasn't normally here. He knew this area of Reine, and... this wasn't right. So... where was he? |
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| Nausicaa | Apr 23 2011, 09:33 PM Post #2 |
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The worldly distortions didn't much bother the woman sitting on the front counter in the pub, her pallid knees together, the short skirt squeaking up along her upper thighs, legs crossed at the ankle. The wooden heels clicked together every so often as she sang quietly, her voice otherworldly, eerie, even. Her eyes were closed, her hair curling about her face in soft ringlets, and though a maiden would have feared a man pushing his hand up the length of her thigh, Nausicaa didn't much care. There were moments where men were trying to cop a feel, but, as the pitch of her voice changed, the hand pulled away and the offender simply stared up at her. Dreams were wonderful, even if Nausicaa herself couldn't see the differences between them and reality. The song ended and the naiad slipped from the counter, reaching her hands out. Rather than depositing coin in them, however, she instead received little dyed pellets. Not at all perturbed by this, the young woman continued down the rows of drunken sailors, smiling sweetly, her expression becoming more coy the closer to the back of the pub she came. When there was no one else left but the man who had only recently arrived in the back, she paused in front of him, her booted foot tapping against the rotting floor as the pellets fell from her hands, brightly coloured. She held it out to him. Suddenly, those pellets had begun to multiply on the floor and were gradually amassing in number, despite the impossibility of it all. "Pay up or get out, good sir. I don't sing for the likes of you for free." She smiled down at him, the tips of her horns gleaming in the dim light. |
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| Yangin | Apr 27 2011, 03:36 PM Post #3 |
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Cutting through the din of the bar, Jabari heard a voice: A pale woman seated across the room was singing, in a very otherworldly tone. She seemed different from everyone else. Why, he wasn't sure yet, but it was as if she wasn't actually part of this dreamlike world he was in. Men kept pawing at her, but she remained unperturbed, and they withdrew of their own accord. It was as though she had some kind of power over them. The half-elf watched as she slid off the counter and received payment for her singing: A handful of little colorful pellets with numbers on them. Was that what they used for money here? Suddenly, she was coming his way. A smile spread over his face as she made her way to the back of the bar, her expression growing ever the more seductive as she drew closer and closer, until she was standing right in front of him. She dropped the pellets to the floor and they began to multiply, growing greater and greater in number until one could no longer count them easily. She wanted money. To sing for him. And he felt very compelled to hear her sing for him. But his pockets were empty. Apparently he was unable to take money into his dream. His eyes roamed over her lithe form, her chest enhanced by her choice of clothing, and her long, smooth legs, which he, like the other men, felt eager to touch, but he restrained himself. His gaze roamed over her hair, completely clear... that was strange. The two horns... and finally connected with her eyes, a deep sapphire. A smirk crossing over his lips, he removed his shirt, revealing his thin but well-toned body, and using his now-removed piece of clothing, scooped up a massive pile of the colorful money-like objects from the floor. Once they made contact with the cloth, these stopped multiplying, although the ones on the floor kept going. He tied the ends of his shirt off and sat the bundle on the table, more quid than she could possibly count contained within in. "And how many songs does this get me... Or maybe some dancing to go with it?" |
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| Nausicaa | May 4 2011, 06:49 PM Post #4 |
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"Depends on what you'd like me to sing about. And what sorts of dances you'd like me to do." Nausicaa winked at him, amused. The pellets, of course, were of no interest to her because they were a form of currency that she'd never actually seen before. They weren't made of gold, as far as she could tell, nor silver, nor bronze, so what, exactly, were they supposed to be made of? She stared down at the bundle held in the man's shirt, repressing the frown that threatened to pass across her face. She wasn't sure she even really wanted them as she stared down at them - she had, after all, only been taking them because they had been offered to her, and the inhabitants of this particular tavern were far too drunk to realize that they were paying her in quite possibly the most useless currency ever devised. Finally, Nausicaa shook her head as she kicked some of the pellets aside. There certainly were quite a lot of them amassing on the floor... "Actually... I'm not sure how much of these would buy a drink, much less my talents. You would do better to invest in some sort of real currency, I think, rather than what these drolling idiots are throwing my way." Despite her haughty words she pulled the chair across from him back and seated herself, crossing one leg over the other as she rested her elbows against the table. As if to make the point clearer, she pulled one of the barmaids who was currently wading through the pellets to the side, whispered something, and the woman was promptly off again, heading towards the barkeep for some sort of drink. As they continued to amass, Nausicaa couldn't help but comment on the plethora of them. They were now a foot and a half off the ground and counting. "What do you suppose the odds are that these will stop multiplying...?" |
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| Yangin | May 9 2011, 09:16 PM Post #5 |
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The smirk remained across the man's face, as he answered "I don't know... What do you like to sing about? Sing about whatever you like, as long as you know some nice, entrancing dances." He returned her wink, watching her as she kicked some of the pellets aside. They went every which a way, clunking dully against the ground as they scattered. There really was getting to be a lot of them now, and he was beginning to wonder if they would ever stop multiplying like that. Even though he was fairly certain this was a dream he was in, he didn't fancy drowning in weird colored nuggets, whether it would actually affect him or not. "Funny thing... I should have some real currency. But when I got here, my pockets were all empty. But I think it's really all the same here anyway." For a moment, Jabari wasn't sure if she was going to stay, but then the woman pulled up a chair and sat down, leaning on the table, making it clear she wasn't going anywhere. At least not yet anyway. The half-elf's eyes darted south for only a second, watching her skirt ride up her legs as she crossed them. And what legs. Quickly his eyes returned to hers, as the barmaid came over, and took an order from the strange woman before him. But for what, he could not hear. As she walked off, he called out "Bring something for me too. Whatever you think I'd like." If this was his dream, she should know. This could be interesting... why had he never done this in a dream before? And who were all the other people? Were they just figments of his imagination? What about the lovely woman right here in front of him? Was she one too? No, that couldn't be right. She seemed... different. Special. More like him, than the random nameless people populating this alternate world. His attention returned as she commented on the amassing pile of quid on the ground. They were most of the way up his shins now, and still growing in number, exponentially faster as each new one split into more. "You're right, these could get to be a problem. But I think the odds are pretty good that they'll stop multiplying. Right about... now, maybe?" Whether it was through his actual control, or a stroke of luck, the pellets stopped multiplying. The quid that were already in existence laid all over the floor, still, but there were no more coming. At that moment, the barmaid returned, setting a drink down in front of each of them. Jabari took his in hand, a large tall glass of an unusual beer that was a genuine tangerine-like orange hue, and took a sip. "My favorite. Thank you, miss. These are good here, right?"" He grabbed a handful of the nuggets off the floor and handed them to her, and she smiled, thanked the pair of them, and returned to her other tables. Interesting. It seemed that he really could just dream up a bigger gun, so to speak. "So, what brings you to this joint? I'm Jabari, by the way, and you are?" |
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| Nausicaa | May 16 2011, 07:08 PM Post #6 |
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Nausicaa ignored those comments, finding herself a bit disgusted for a brief moment. Her mother had always told her to be wary of men, but she wasn't sure if that was because the full-blooded naiad had been so brutally handled by her father, or if it was because the naiad in Nausicaa - innocent, for the most part, though even they had their moments - was speaking quietly in the presence of the demon within. She had decided that she wasn't really interested in doing any entrancing dances today, and she didn't really want to sing anymore - she'd already entertained the pigs up at the front, so she wasn't about to entertain this one. Alone. But she was saved by the barmaid returning and the man paying her in the funny little pellets on the floor. Which have stopped multiplying, I might add, Nausicaa thought, reaching down to toy with them briefly. She had, of course, caught the hungry look he had given her. "Nausicaa." Her laughter tinkled like tiny bells. "Well, why are you here? I don't think it matters much why I'm here. Thought it looked like a nice joint, as you put it, and wound up being paid to sing. Not bad, if I do say so myself." She sipped her drink, red wine, and leaned back in her chair watching him. "What about you? Seems pretty dumpy to me, to be honest. I would have preferred something a little more upscale, but this damned town's doors are all locked. Not a single tavern open but this one, 'cause I tried them all, you know. Or do you like these uglier sorts of places? I guess they'd be a good place to find a woman... If you were desperate." Nausicaa grinned. It was a light jab at him because, of course, it was also a jab at herself - why should she be here if she thought of herself as upstanding, at least to some degree? She liked the wine, though; best she'd had in a few years. |
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| Yangin | May 25 2011, 08:11 PM Post #7 |
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He smiled at her question, growing more and more curious by the second. Was she part of his dream or not? Logic told him, yes, but... She was too different than the rest to simply be another dream denizen. Unless that was the point of his dream. Which it very well could have been. How could he know? Wow this was confusing. "Well, it was actually the only place I tried. Guess that's a good thing, since it sounds like I couldn't have gotten into the other places anyway." He knew, of course, that he probably could have. Especially now that he was aware of the control he had over his dream. But he had no desire to leave his present company, nor any good reason to. "I guess it is kinda dumpy... But aren't those places kinda exciting? A little more upscale would have been nice, I guess... But you go too far and everyone's all stuffy and boring, and they look at you funny when you come in. There's something to be said for having friends in low places." The half-elf let out a chuckle at the naiad's next joke. Desperate, huh? "Well, I did meet one. She just came right up to me. Good thing she didn't go somewhere so upscale, she wouldn't have been so lucky." He continued sipping at his drink, a sweet beer heavily laded with a creamy orange flavor. "So, Nausicaa... I'm guessing you aren't from around here? I mean, I live around here, most of the time... But I've never seen you before. And I would certainly remember you." This wasn't entirely true, as he lived in a version of Reine that wasn't in a dream world, but it would suffice here. It just occured to him that he might have been simply asking that question of a dream figment... But she seemed so more real than the others that this hadn't seemed strange to him. He did not retract the question, though, curious to see what her answer was."[/b] |
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| Nausicaa | May 28 2011, 06:49 PM Post #8 |
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"I'm not from Reine, no." His previous comment to that had made her smile, though she didn't say anything about it because there was really nothing to say. She knew what he was trying to do as he spoke and it made her smile, if only a bit. Yes, she thought as she eyed him with sapphire eyes hooded by long black lashes, I know you'd like to take me off to a room somewhere, or maybe an alley or maybe out on the docks and you'd like to see what happens when you do, but the simple truth is, I'm not here for that. Even as those thoughts flickered through her mind, the naiad's face remained passive as she reclined in her chair, eyeing him. "I hail from the island southwest of Soto's main, where rules are lacking and guilds do not exist. Do you know anything about naiads?" Nausicaa didn't expect him to, of course. The genus of creatures known as nymphs - which included naiads, dryads, oceanids, maenads, and so on - were bound to specific areas and land forms, depending on their genetics; the land form a naiad was bound to was not the same as that of a dryad or an oceanid. But then there was also that whole issue of her parentage and the fact that she wasn't a full-blooded naiad; sometimes she wondered if she didn't have some siren in her as well, for only the voices of the sirens could captivate the minds of men. And, of course, there was the demonic blood in her... "I'd still have preferred a more upscale place, though," she continued after a moment, sipping her drink. "They tend to have fewer perverts and drunkards. I'll take the awkward stares and the out-of-place feeling if I don't have to deal with that. Not that I mind the attention, but I mind the forwardness." |
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| Yangin | Jun 5 2011, 10:45 AM Post #9 |
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"No, I can't say I know anything of naiads." Other than that, Jabari simply listened as the naiad spoke. So, she could tell this was supposed to be Reine... But could she really tell, or could she only tell because he could? More and more, he thought that maybe she really was someone else, sharing his dream: Because he knew nothing about naiads. Unless this was a clever rouse his brain was playing on him. What if she wasn't actually very naiad-like at all, and he just couldn't tell the difference? His mind would know that... The time had come to reveal himself. "Somewhere more upscale? I suppose that could be arranged." With that, the half-elf leaned his head back and shut his eyes, envisioning a different place. And around them, the room changed. The layout remained the same, but the floorboards became less worn and splintered, instead looking like they had only been cut and sanded yesterday. The walls changed as well, and the windows washed themselves in seconds, the layers of grime disappearing, the pale yellow becoming clear. The bar itself changed into a dark cherry oak, the front of it carving some sort of ornate, curvy design into itself. It took only seconds for all these changes to occur, and after that, the black-skinned elven man took another sip of his drink before looking back at Nausicaa, a smirk on his face. The girl who had previously served them their drinks came over, wearing a dress of decent quality this time, and asked "Can I get you two anything else?" Finally, Jabari spoke again. "Of course, I can do that because, I'm actually asleep in Reine right now. This... is my dream. But what I want to know about is... you. Most of these people are just stuff my dream made to fill space. They're just filler, they're all actually me." As he said that, every single person in the room, except for Nausicaa of course, changed into a replica of Jabari. The half-elf screamed "No!" at the room and they quickly changed back. It seemed he didn't have complete control over these tricks quite yet after all. "But you, you're different. I think." |
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| Nausicaa | Jun 8 2011, 08:36 PM Post #10 |
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Sapphire eyes glanced around the room as it began to warp and twist itself and a slight smile played across her lips as she sipped her drink, an inkling of what was taking place around her nagging at the edges of her mind, but not breaking through the barrier from unconscious to conscious. When the woman returned wearing respectable clothing - well, as respectable as clothing could be for a woman waitressing a bar - Nausicaa mentioned another drink and then the waitress was gone, putting a little more flounce in her step, as if she actually enjoyed her job. But maybe that was because she was now surrounded by decent people who wouldn't slap her ass or ogle at her chest. And there wasn't a naiad to compete with, either. "A dream... Curious." Different was correct, though, as she observed the sudden change in the patrons around them and the darker man's subsequent cry of dismay. He had control over his dreams - that was perhaps more interesting than the fact that it was a dream at all. She knew that many people could control their dreams - they were known as lucid dreams, dreams where the dreamer knew that it was a dream in the first place - but not to quite the extent that he could. But, as the barmaid returned with another drink and she took that one up with pleasure, Nausicaa also realized that scenery changes were not so drastic as changing the outcome of the dream would be. Until she could venture into nightmares, she would not know if a dreamer could influence and even completely alter the ending to all of their dreams, or just certain ones in particular. "And what about me, in particular?" She had an inkling of what he wanted to know - after all, he'd just declared that she was different, but different how remained to be decided, and she wasn't just going to hand him information if she didn't know what kind he was looking for - but she wouldn't divulge it unless he said specifically what he wanted to know, and if it coincided with her own beliefs. If Jabari took the conversation in a direction and she had assumed incorrectly, she would drop those thoughts and pursue his. Entertain him a bit. Vex him if he was the type to be vexed. "Different, yes, but your little spasm there made that quite clear, I think. Or, if it did not, you didn't target me, and now wouldn't that be a curious little decision?" She smiled at him, dark lashes hooding her eyes which had taken on a mischievous quality. |
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| Yangin | Jun 22 2011, 01:49 PM Post #11 |
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Jabari mulled it over a bit before he answered her question. How could he explain? That he thought she wasn't a part of the dream? That she was someone else entirely? That sounded stupid. But... it was the only explanation for her, right? "Well... Like I said... These people are just me. The environment is me. I can control it. Kinda like I think she should really come back over here with another drink." The waitress returned barely a second later, holding a lighter purple beer, which Jabari took a sip of. "See? But, nothing I've done yet has affected you. I doubt I even could control you." Hm. Now there was an interesting thought. What if he could? No harm in trying, right? If it doesn't work, then she's special. If it does work... Then she's just the most convincing filler his mind could possibly create. So, come on Nausicaa. He spoke to her, silently, in his mind. Come over here. Come over here and kiss me. And.... Nothing happened. Of course. The dark-skinned half-elf took another sip of his drink and spoke again. "So, if my thoughts don't do anything to you... Then that means you're not me." As stupid as that sounded out loud, it made sense. "So that means you're... you." There. He'd said it. She was another person, visiting his dream. It was a good thing he was dreaming, he thought. That way he couldn't make a fool out of himself in front of real people if he was wrong. It still didn't seem possible. At all. "But if that's true... How? How did you get here? Inside of my dream?" Then, another thought crossed his mind. A more mischievous one. "And, since I can change things... Is there anywhere you'd like to go? Anything you'd like to do? I'm willing to try my hand at anything... What's the worst that can happen?" |
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| Nausicaa | Jun 29 2011, 08:20 PM Post #12 |
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She laughed quietly as she sipped her drink, observing him as he made his own, similar observations, before empirically endeavouring to test his hypothesis - to find that he was correct. She was humoured by the way he put things - that he was he and she was she - but was, at the same time, surprised that he hadn't bothered to ask if she could manipulate the things in his dream. She thought of doing just that but held back, watching him for a long moment before she nodded her head, as if in agreement with her own thoughts on the matter. "I want something a little more classy, if you will." As if to emphasize this point, she used her illusionary power to make her dress change, to become a long ballroom gown that laced up both sides. The dress was a magnificent, light saturated green colour with forest green embroidery along the hem and lacing. Her breasts, as was the case with most of these dresses, were exposed and pushed upwards, obviously to attract the men at the same time that they were meant to tease and say "yes, you could try, but I'm already taken." Watery tresses pulled up into elaborate curls with beautiful emerald drops in her ears, Nausicaa reclined in her chair, waiting for the room to become appropriate to her attire. "I'm a dreamwalker," the naiad continued simply, as if this was all quite natural (and to her it was). "I possess the power to inhabit the dreams of others." She mused on his comment, about the worst that could happen to someone in a dream. Truth be told, there was nothing, to her knowledge, because dreams were a part of a world that was not reality. However, that didn't mean that if someone found her in the physical world and tried to maim her that she would survive. "The worst that can happen," she said finally, "is that it can become a nightmare. I suppose it depends how you view nightmares. Some die in their sleep from the terror." She sipped her wine, eyeing him from beneath dark lashes. |
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| Yangin | Jul 13 2011, 09:36 AM Post #13 |
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Jabari watched as her attire changed, as she became decked out in a lovely green dress that accentuated her body, as her hair rose into elaborate curls, and as jewelry emerged from nowhere. Wow, she looked stunning. He continued to listen as she spoke of how she was a dreamwalker, and told him of her abilities. So, he'd been right. It still didn't seem possible. He wondered where she was in real life, if she was anywhere close to him in reality. It suddenly occured to him that he didn't even remember where he was supposed to be, back in reality. "Wow... So somewhere, out there in reality, you're really there. And I'm meeting you for the first time in a dream. This is crazy." But she'd said she wanted something more classy... It was time to see what he could do. "Now, let's take you somewhere classy. Somewhere to match this vision of loveliness before me. You deserve... a castle." He smirked before leaning back and closing his eyes, envisioning a place. A castle. He'd seen a castle in Angkar once. They should go to that one. But what did the inside of a castle look like, anyway? He'd never had the chance to go inside of one. But he'd heard stories. He'd go off of that. What color should it be? Definitely green. She wanted a classy place to match her attire, so that is what he was going to give her. But there was no exact art or science to this. And as he searched his mind, other memories and thoughts surfaced without him even knowing. Dreams were a fickle thing, and not so easily controlled by one who had no idea what he was doing. With a sudden flash of light, they disappeared, and reappeared inside of a castle. But it was not the castle he saw in Angkar, but another he had run across on an island. A dark, stormy island that he had possessed the good sense not to linger around for too long. So instead of a grand hall and ballroom inside of some version of Angkar castle, the two of them found themselves in an entirely unlit and abandoned castle. Even with the high stone roof, rain could be heard pounding away on the top with a relentless fervor, and there was a constant feeling of being watched, or at least there was to him. He did notice that the walls were impossibly mossy, which was green, but not quite the type of green he'd been going for... Panicked, he his head snapped about, looking at the room he had created. This was wrong. All wrong. "No, not here! What the hell...?" He had taken them to the Ruins of Storms. |
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| Nausicaa | Jul 24 2011, 06:34 PM Post #14 |
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The vision changed, his thoughts on her abilities left forgotten because there wasn't time to care. The naiad's body instantaneously tensed when they reappeared somewhere that, while perhaps similar to a castle, was clearly not one or, if it was, was so old and so forlorn that it had attracted the sort of attention that caused others to avoid it like a plague. All thoughts of finery and beauty were forgotten as the illusion vanished and Nausicaa was dressed as she had been when he'd first seen her sitting on the counter, singing. But now her weapon, a glaive, was in her hand, the pointed tip resting firmly against the old stone ground as her sapphire eyes scanned the room carefully. The sensation that someone or something was watching her was not lost on her either. A flicker in the shadows caught her eye, but when they flicked to its location it was gone. "This is an evil place you have brought us to," she hissed, her eyes narrowed. Her delicate features were suddenly savage, almost demonic, as she attempted to locate the source of the threat. Her boots made faint clack sounds as the heels struck the ground with each slow turn she made. She wanted to influence the dream to change the location, the scenery, but she could not because she hadn't the mastery of others's subconsciousnesses yet. "Change where we are," she said firmly, trying not to make it sound like a demand but knowing that that was how it came across. The edge in her voice was audible and though she wanted to say more she refrained, afraid that the pitch would change and he'd really hear the fear. As if to punctuate that need to leave what was an indescribably horrific place, there was a sudden movement from the corner of her eye and, as she turned towards it, she watched as a dark shadow descended upon Jabari. She couldn't tell what it was. For one solid moment she could do little but stand with her lips parted slightly, her sapphire eyes wide as her mind tried to process what to do. |
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| Yangin | Aug 23 2011, 01:07 PM Post #15 |
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"I know... This isn't what I was trying to do..." Unlike Nausicaa, the fear was compeltely evident in his voice. There was a reason he had not dallied here when he had passed before, but it was the only thing resembling a castle he had ever actually been to... It was then that he noticed what she had: There was a threat lurking nearby, in the darkness. They couldn't see it yet, but they could feel it. Problem was, it could see them just fine. Could it really hurt them? After all, it wasn't real. It was a figment of his imagination. But they were living inside of Jabari's imagination right now. What would happen if they were hurt in his dream? What would happen if they were slain here? It could he completely harmless, it was entirely possible that nothing would happen at all. But did he want to take that chance? Certainly not. And he didn't want to force Nausicaa to take that chance either. But before he could think of somewhere else to go, it made its move. From the shadows a creature came for them, a hellish nightmare of a beast closing in on the pair of them like the wind. What was that? He couldn't even tell what it was. He had never been sure when he was at the real place? Some kind of wolf? Maybe. It looked large and hairy, and had massive claws protruding from the blackness that was its form. And it was coming straight for him! Could he still do it in his dream? Yes, he could! A blue light sharply emanated from his body and within a second Jabari had been replaced by... something else. The hulking figure, sharp flumes of sapphire covering its back, turned to the approaching creature and exhaled an icy mist from its lungs. The icy wind instantly froze the creature's hair and skin so thoroughly that it could no longer move. The beast was simply left sitting there, in a pose that indicated it was only milliseconds away from pouncing on the half-elf. Or, the thing that used to be a half-elf. It still wasn't very distinguishable, as the coating of ice covering its body had done little to reveal its form at all. Terse, a deep, bestial, gravelly voice came from Jabari's throat. "Now, before any more can come..." The castle around them seemed to explode, the rocks that formed it bursting apart and flying every which direction, the clouds blasting away from the island at lightning speeds. The island itself changed form, the sun rose, and plants and animals sprung into existence from nothingness all around. She wouldn't know where they were. But he did. It was his home. Or some version of it. There was so much that he could not recall... Especially the people. Which would explain why there appeared to be none. It was now that he noticed... Taking this form back there had been so... easy. In real life there was always pain, and some confusion but back there, there had been none. Jabari, still in his dragonized shape, took a few steps along the beach and into the water, the seafoam breaking over his gigantic bejeweled feet. He was back home. Except he wasn't. He wasn't sure how to really go back. Not that he ever really could. |
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| Nausicaa | Sep 10 2011, 01:14 PM Post #16 |
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It all happened so fast. Jabari was replaced by a creature of unidentifiable origins and the one that had launched itself at him was frozen in place by icy breath that would no doubt leave the corpse frozen for hours to come, despite the warmth of the place they were in. And before she could take the time to examine the body and to try to puzzle out what exactly it was—someone ought to know that such a thing existed and she highly doubted that it was only limited to this dream—the dreamscape was changing, transforming into a place that she had never been to. At least she assumed as such, for if it had been a coast of some kind that she had visited either in person or in a dream, she would have recognized it. She thought perhaps of asking Jabari where they were but decided not to—she had a feeling that there was a reason they had come here and that it would be better for them both if he explained of his own free will. Nausicaa observed his figure from afar for several long seconds before she took her place parallel to him in the water, with several feet separating them. Nausicaa wondered if she ought to thank him for whisking them away. Had he saved her life? She mused on that. No, not necessarily. The creature hadn't been going after her. And unlike him, she could just as easily leave this dream as she could stay in it, the borders between reality and dream so blurred that it was like crossing a door threshold where the transition was not necessarily apparent. To say that she wasn't the type of person to bail on another when her life was in danger—and truly, had that thing caught her she would have been dead quickly, her body caught in a plane of existence all on its own where the concoctions of the imagination could kill her as easily as those things that existed in reality—would have been an incorrect assumption, although she had her moments. These thoughts and more came and went as her eyes scanned the water, a quiet yearning to step in and swim away. Finally she settled on something to say to him as the naiad in her quieted. "What are you?" |
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| Yangin | Oct 11 2011, 09:52 PM Post #17 |
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He stood there staring, a giant of a creature, placidly out at the water until the naiad finally spoke. A very easy question to answer, and yet not such an easy one at the same time. "What am I? I am just a half-elf... My father was human, my mother an elf. But I guess that's not really what you're asking." He turned around and held up one of his own massive sapphire-covered arms, looking at it. "You want to know what this thing is. And... I don't have an answer for you. I'm not entirely sure what it is either. Some kind of dragon, because I started turning into it after one bit me... It's a lot easier to do in a dream. It doesn't hurt at all." He raised his head, looking about the landscape. "This is home. Or it was. The first place I could think of where I knew we would be safe. You've probably never seen this place before. Not many have. I haven't seen it in close to a hundred years now. It's probably a lot different than this here is..." Jabari turned again and took a few more steps out into the water. "Anyway..." He clearly seemed uncomfortable talking about his past and eager to change the subject. "Want to go for a swim? If you think you can keep up that is." He expected her not to believe he could swim at all in this shape, let alone swim as well as he could. He wouldn't believe it himself it if wasn't... him. |
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| Nausicaa | Oct 27 2011, 07:58 PM Post #18 |
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She was silently reflective on his answer to her question, mildly surprised that a dragon had been able to bite him at all, first off, and hadn't subsequently eaten him, and second that the bite would produce the same effect on a creature that a werewolf bite would. She also didn't respond to his explanation about his home because there was little she could think of to say. To many this place might have looked like others that they had been to, but being a creature of the water and one who was very much in-tune with nature, she took notice of the unfamiliarity. Nausicaa did, however, smile at his jest and shook her head. "I daren't try. Even if you could not swim, you would still sink faster than I could catch up to you." Nausicaa moved towards the water, her toes pressing deeply into the sand, splaying out around her feet just before she lifted them. The cold was hardly a shock as she continued first into the wet sand that lined the beach and then, subsequently, into the water beyond. The farther in she went, the harder it became to discern her hair from the water itself. The naiad's movements were graceful and seamless and she kept afloat with ease, the tips of her horns curling up and poking out just above the surface of the rolling waves. They would swim and then, she supposed, the dream would likely come to an end, morning almost surely being near. "How long do you stay like that?" she called over the waves. "I mean, since you don't control it, how long does it take before you go back to being humanoid?" |
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