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| Topic Started: Jun 9 2011, 07:42 PM (375 Views) | |
| Mirix | Jun 9 2011, 07:42 PM Post #1 |
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The Insatiable
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The cityscape was alive with light and movement; vehicles moving to and fro every which way as massively huge silver-blue buildings and spires fill the landscape and reach for the heavens. A huge silver moon dominated the sky, while three-fourths of a smaller blue one was tucked a little behind it. The wind was chilly, yet short of being harsh, but carried with it a feeling of unknown dangers. Just outside of the tallest of the buildings, a disproportionate trio of creatures lurked outside a loading dock entrance, waiting for the appearance of another for whom a trap had been set. They needed only to confirm the quarry's appearance at this point; no further action was needed from them in order to make their mission a success. As two of them talked amongst themselves, the third and shortest of the three stood by himself, his mind distancing him from their chatter. He could feel his emotions playing trick and making him feel things he had been previously unfamiliar with. Their backs were to him at the moment and he glanced at his comrades strangely, his brows furrowing as his fists began to clench and a scowl took over his face. A shudder ran down his spine, regret over having a hand in setting up the trap that waited inside washing over hm. He knew what he was about to do went against everything he thought made sense, but at the same time a feeling of duty to another grasped at his heart and mind. Gathering a large cache of magic into his being, the third abruptly caused the ground to collapse beneath the feet of those he was with. The walls of the hole followed suit to cave in on top of them as he shouted his apologies. Knowing that what he did would only keep the others at bay for about a minute however, the male rushed back into the facility. He had no idea where their target would be in relation to him right at this moment, but if he could at least get to the elevator shaft, he could either cut her off, or disable the transport from running. The interior of the building was like a labyrinth. There was hallway after hallway after hallway of sterile, windowless silver walls and polished to reflection marble floors. It was well-lit, desolate and completely silent, the only sounds now being the fast thumping of his boots as he ran. Timed to perfection, after a minute the angry sounds of two others erupted from behind, shouting in their native tongue that they wouldn't let him ruin what they had all been ordered to do. They knew what he was up to already, which didn't particularly surprise him. It didn't take much thought on their end to figure it out, not with his relation to the target and a mutual interest between them. The traitor tried to put their comments out of mind; he could see the path that led to the elevator just ahead of him. <><><> She looks up just in time to see the silver haired creature's lithe form skid into the hallway and rush down towards her. She's shocked to see him here; he's the last person she'd expect to follow her, but she only momentarily wonders what he wants. In the end it doesn't matter, she has a mission to complete and no one can be allowed to stop her, especially him. The translucent door slides close with a click just as he skids into it. She stares at him, determination written all over her face as he bangs his fist against the surface and yells something she can't hear. There's an uncharacteristic look of desperation in his eyes as he does this, causing slight anxiety and confusion to fill her. However, the hum of the elevator reassures her and she tilts her head to look upwards as the transport begins to ascend, much to the male's frustration. Again he bangs against the door, but with little effect before glancing up at the little display to see how rapidly the numbers fly by, going into the hundreds as she races towards the summit of the of the central complex's main tower. The male's attention is too focused on trying to figure out a way to get up there to even take notice of the tiny hissing sound behind him; the compact diamond explosive one of those giving chase had thrown towards his back would take him completely by surprise. The explosion rocks the floor, sending the male and countless pieces of shrapnel smashing hard against the back wall of the elevator shaft and plummeting into the abyss below. Blinding pain gripped his body as everything suddenly went dark, though he can't tell if it was really just the pain, or an unusual lack of lighting in the shaft. Air rushed past his body as he fell into the darkness, faster and faster, the high pitched screech gradually beginning to overpower the ringing caused by the explosion. His head was spinning as he tried to get a grip on what was going on and what had just happened. Something was off, how was he still conscious? And despite that, shouldn't another elevator have stopped his fall by now? Those thoughts blinked in his head just as the darkness gave way to new surroundings. An underground cavern, several tens of stories tall and just as wide surrounded him as freefalling continued. Walls of rock, glowing faintly by unexplained means held up a stalactite filled ceiling where the elevator shaft abruptly ended. A strange, light haze filled the space, glittering faintly as if filled with diamond dust. Expectations of stone and a hard landing flashed through his mind and he braced for impact, trying to maneuver himself to lessen the damage. But the bone crushing collision never came. Instead there was water, and he hit it like a ton of bricks, sending a massive geyser of liquid into the air as shards of metal and glass rained down behind him. After that there was silence, the cavern empty and disturbingly silent, its cement ground littered with what appeared to be the destroyed and discarded remains of metallic machinery. The water's surface started to become calm once more before that which had disturbed it shot up from the murky depths. He gasped for air, matted hair sticking to his head and the back of his neck, a single crimson rivulet running down his forehead as he dragged himself to the water's edge. Once there, he opted to simply resting for a couple moments, lying his head down on his arms while attempting to both catch his breath and piece together what the hell was going on. |
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| Nausicaa | Jun 13 2011, 08:56 PM Post #2 |
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The world intrigued her at the same time that it shocked her. Large metal vehicles whipped by, one nearly hitting her as she just barely dodged its path, dancing out of the way with a small laugh, as if she found it humourous that this was taking place. She managed to reach the sidewalk before any of the large, odd objects hit her body and presumably killed her, as she didn't think it possible to survive an impact from something that moved so quickly and seemed to stop for nothing. Noticing the massive building behind her as she turned her body slowly - it was so unlike anything she had ever seen before - Nausicaa moved towards it and around it. She knew the things in the front were doors, but they were nothing like the wooden ones that she was accustomed to in her own world. Where was she? As the naiad moved around the tall structure towards the back, she noticed three men standing at some sort of entrance, different from the one she had seen at the front. Instinctively, she moved towards the wall, hiding herself behind a large object that appeared to hold black bags of some sort, all the same size. Although Nausicaa wanted to touch them - to see what they were - she resisted the urge, her nose at the same time wrinkling from the sheer smell. As she peered at the scene in front of her, she noted that one of the men was standing just off to the side, as if he wanted nothing to do with the others. Curious. Whatever thoughts had been running through his head, he decided to act, a hole exploding beneath his comrades, plunging them into some kind of abyss as he fled into the building. Instinctively, Nausicaa launched herself forward, her booted heels clacking against the flat ground underfoot, nothing like the cobblestone she was used to walking on, or the dirt paths where those same shoes sunk into the ground. Without really thinking about it she dodged the hole he had made and followed him inside. Shouts followed behind her as his comrades began to take up the chase as well. If not for him, she would never have found her way in a building that looked the same no matter what corridor she happened to dash down. When she heard those behind her closing the distance, however, Nausicaa skidded down the nearest hallway, flattening herself against the strange walls, watching. Had she not been hiding where she was, the explosion that ensued the others' arrival surely would have caught and killed her. A shard flew by, catching her upper arm, tearing through the flesh; warm, moist blood slid down the length of the limb, dripping to the floor, making her fingers slick. She waited, tense, for the men to leave, and when they finally did, she took the appearance of one of them and ran towards the shaft. Without another thought she took the plunge. Nausicaa fell for what she thought was a long time, through inky darkness, her hair shorter, more natural, than what she was used to. A cacophonous splash of water exploded around the male who had been thrown down the hole as she hit the water's surface, sending a cascade of water everywhere for a second time. When the naiad rose to the surface, her head turned left and right, looking for him - there, on the water's edge. Nausicaa swam towards him, the motions easy for a woman who had spent her whole life in water of some kind. "Are you alright?" Her voice was masculine, her features masculine, her entire body transformed. |
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| Mirix | Jun 14 2011, 07:13 AM Post #3 |
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When a second splash of water erupted from behind, the male seemed to hardly notice, his focus directed to recovering his stamina. His reaction time was slowed and only when the other resurfaced did his feline ears perk attentively and his eyes shoot open to stare at nothing. He cursed inwardly as realization hit him, unable to believe that they had followed him down here. They knew just as well as he did that this place was a death sentence; there was no point in finishing the job themselves. The demon growled low in his throat then, deciding that at very least he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of being the ones to put an end to him. Pulling from a reserve of strength for just such an occasion, Mirix flipped himself up and over the water's edge and whirled himself around to face the other demon face to face. Though he attempted to not let it show, an inward painful wince told him that such movements weren't to be attempted again. Slowly, the demon crouched low to the ground as if to pounce, but really because it was easier than standing. He was in no condition to fight, and barely enough to move; he'd have to devise another way out of this. However, when his dimly lit eyes fell onto the other, a confused look washed over his features. "Makmon can't swim…" He thought to himself as he watched the other's fluid movements. "Especially not that well!" He blinked, disturbed by what he was seeing; the much larger demon moving through the water as if it had been his first home. Remaining still, Mirix just stared at the other incredulously once the question was asked. Did he look alright? He wondered that himself actually. He was haggard and soaking wet now, not like his usual self, but for some reason the amount of pain he felt didn't seem equal to his accumulated injuries. "You care?" Mirix shot back irritably, not understanding why the normally cutthroat creature seemed concerned about his wellbeing. It wasn't like him at all, but then again there seemed to be a lot of strange things going on at the moment. It only just dawned on him that the cavern was much quieter than he remembered. Maybe that was a good thing for now. "Why did you follow me? You looking to die down here too?" |
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| Nausicaa | Jun 18 2011, 05:33 PM Post #4 |
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Nausicaa pushed towards the edge of the cavern where he had taken refuge, pulling herself onto what was wet land, but land nonetheless. He was suspicious of her, she knew that, but it wasn't because of the woman behind the mask - it was because of the form that she had taken. It had occurred to her that she could have taken either one of the other demons' forms or the woman's, and while the woman's had been tantalizing, may have made him more suspicious than he already clearly was. She looked at him quizzically, her face screwed up as if she was perturbed by his words. "What," the Naiad asked, "demons aren't allowed to change their minds? I should be asking you the same thing. I didn't abandon the group until after the fact. "And what if I am?" she shot back, a snarl lighting up her normally serene features. "Why're you the only one who's allowed to change their mind in this group? You've always been like that, you know. Don't care about anybody else, do your own thing. Maybe you deserve to die." Nausicaa had no idea if she was actually playing her part well or not - all she had to go off of was what he'd said to her, and that had been so little that it was hard to determine if the facade she had created was even halfway decent. She enjoyed these games, however, of toying with another's mind to see in what ways she could bend it, if she could form it to her own desires. And then, of course, there were the dreams... She had exerted a little bit of control over this particular one, but only a little. If provoked, she might exert a little more. "So how do you plan to get out of here? Or are you just going to stay down here and wallow in self-misery? Doesn't seem like something you'd do. Or are you soft?" |
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| Mirix | Jun 20 2011, 05:12 PM Post #5 |
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While he watched the other intensely, there was a look of caution on his face and sense of wariness to his body language. The silver haired demon tensed as the other moved closer to where he was located as if preparing for some sort of assault to come his way. Nothing of the sort happened however, which was a good thing, albeit uncharacteristic, but it was the words that his demonic companion spoke that made a strange feeling he couldn't quite describe well up inside of his gut. His eyes narrowed dangerously for a long moment, but he said nothing in response to the sarcastic remark made to him. Mirix actually continued to say nothing for some time, his face seemingly frozen in a threatening stare while the other demon spoke until he was finally asked what he planned to do about the situation he now found himself in. Something just didn't feel right about what was happening here. Warning bells had begun to go off in his head as soon as he realized he had been followed, but it only got worse from there. His mind now went down a totally different route from thinking about how to get out of this place. Yes, that was important, but for whatever reason it just didn't seem as important as figuring out what the hell was making him feel so suspicious about everything that was going on. The past few events were suddenly rewound and played again inside his head. Why was this not making sense..? "Makmon." The name was spoken with a level of calm and lack of ill intent that seemed out of place with the aggressive intensity upon his visage. "Do you remember the last time we were here? And how you managed to escape without me?" |
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| Nausicaa | Jun 25 2011, 12:03 PM Post #6 |
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Makmon. Nausicaa digested that name, filing it away for later, when it became appropriate and she would need to use it. It was good to have that name placed, however, because it handed her a sense of identity to an otherwise faceless entity whose appearance she had adopted for the sake of pursuing this other demon. Unlike her, he was now the one without an identity and she couldn't, in her particular situation, simply attribute one to him without first hearing it. When she adopted the appearances of others, unfortunately, she did not also acquire their memories, their personalities, or their histories. It was making her current situation difficult but she would press on for as long as she could. "Nope, I don't. Things were chaotic and it was all moving fast, so how could you expect me to? I acted on impulse and got out of here. But if you're so smart then why don't you start working on how to get out of here? You obviously remember, so why don't you stop being an elusive ass and get us out?" She knew those words sounded foreign to her ears, but she could judge, if nothing else, from his aggressive expression and the aggressiveness of his body language that she was to be equally hostile, perhaps even more so. However, defensive seemed to be the best strategy for the time being, as she could at least try to deflect some of her ignorance. It occurred to her that he had probably already realized that there was something terribly amiss with this situation and was trying to piece together the incongruencies that she had created in assuming Makmon's appearance. If she could hold out a bit longer, if she could keep him from realizing... If Nausicaa had to, however, she would re-assume her own feminine form, though she wanted to, if possible, discover the secrets of her mind long before that moment actually had to come. So far she found the entire enterprise to be quite fascinating. |
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| Mirix | Jun 26 2011, 09:40 PM Post #7 |
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Once the other demon responded, Mirix's eyes narrowed to slits, though he remained completely silent and still as a statue. For a long moment he remained this way, not even appearing to breathe. What was going on inside his head was anyone's guess; the creature's current mindset was already confused and suspicious to begin with. Finally Mirix took a breath, inhaling deeply as his eyes closed, before letting the air flow smoothly from his lungs. His body language relaxed them, shifting from being so on edge to a much more relaxed state. It would do him no good to get freaked out right now. "Who are you?" He asked calmly, his eyes remaining shut as he attempted to piece this all together. What he knew, at this very moment at least, was that whatever it was that was standing in front of him was not the demon Makmon that he remembered. Firstly, while it would have made complete sense that Makmon would not remember being in this particular caver, the reason was not because the visit was chaotic. The reason was because Makmon had never been there before, or at least, not while in Mirix's company. The entire reason he had asked that trick question was because the person who was in front of him had just been acting too weird. Mirix didn't truly believe that the demon he remembered would ever have jumped down an elevator shaft after him just to see if he was alright. They just did not have that kind of relationship. Also, the conversation thus far had been rather… Evasive, he thought. There was no way this was who he thought it was. Mirix opened his eyes then and stared at the other person, not quite annoyed, but kind of… Well, concerned really. "Who are you and what have you done to me to cause these hallucinatory memories?" |
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| Nausicaa | Jul 24 2011, 06:54 PM Post #8 |
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A long silence passed between them as Nausicaa considered the question and the actions that ought to be associated with it. On the one hand she could continue pretending to be Makmon and attempt to fool him into believing that that really was who she was, or she could drop the charade, reveal herself, and leave it at that. The first option was of far more interest to her than the second, but, since he'd already figured out the ruse, seemed utterly pointless now. Answering his question without words, Nausicaa allowed the illusion to vanish, revealing her in full to him. Makmon's telltale appearance melted away, leaving behind a young woman in her twenties, long hair cascading over her shoulders in ringlets like water. Two beautiful, alabaster horns came curling from around her head at a point, much like a bighorn sheep's. She was dressed in a corset that laced up the sides with red ribbon, the corset itself an apparent cream colour against her ivory, silky flesh. The skirt she wore was airy and pleated, the same colour as the lacing up the sides of her corset, save for the lacing around its hem, which was the same cream as the bodice. Her three-inch wooden-heeled boots came up to her ankles, dyed the colour of a redwood. Sapphire eyes looked towards him from beneath thick black lashes. "Nausicaa," she said in response to his initial question, assuming that he would realize that she was giving him a name. "I haven't done a thing to your dreams, demon. These are your own memories and I am simply a participant in them like you, a lonely wanderer who has stumbled upon what I would call a gem. You should be asking yourself that question, really." She looked towards him inquisitively. The naiad wondered if he would sense the demonic blood in her, the part of her heritage that enabled these sorts of escapades into worlds that were not their own, worlds that opened an infinite number of possibilities. She would be almost surprised if he didn't. Demons, after all, seemed to find each other. Edited by Nausicaa, Jul 24 2011, 07:00 PM.
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| Mirix | Jul 25 2011, 05:04 PM Post #9 |
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The demon's brows rose in surprise once the unknown person before him began to melt away their façade and reveal their true form. Mirix was a bit lost and confused at the moment, and he had to continuously keep himself in check to avoid acting out or showing any emotion that would relay his true feelings. The memories that were contained within these dreams were the doorway to several touchy subjects in the creature's past. Subjects that would reveal a side of him that he doubted anyone would ever really expect. Passing through that threshold was something he wanted to avoid at all cost, and it was a bit relieving that he was able to successfully deflect attention to this instigator. The only issue he had now was how did this person, whoever they were, know about these memories? How were they able to get inside his head like this? Once the form of the assumed mental manipulator was fully in view before him, the demon blinked twice and stood silent. While he wasn't necessarily surprised that a woman stood before him, he was a bit taken aback by how… attractive he was finding her visually. He blinked again, raised brows returning to a relaxed position, but wound up staring, almost glaring in silence at her regardless. "Mirix." The name was hastily interjected into her sentence after she referred to him simply as 'demon'. His feline ears flicked, picking up the words she was speaking, though there was a delay between hearing them and actually understanding them. He was distracted, momentarily enthralled and didn't appear to be in much of a rush to correct his condition. He could sense there was some sort of familiarity between them. Was she also a demon? He couldn't pick up a definite sign, but something told him the answer was 'kind of'. A crimson clawed hand then rose to pinch the bridge of his nose between his closing eyes as he lowered and shook his head. "You're telling me that this is just a dream… And that like me, you are just a dreamer within it?" The words sounded calm, but the slight shudder of the male's shoulders implied something else. His head rose again and he took a deep, stabilizing breath as he locked his gaze on the alluring creature in front of him once again. "If that is the case, then explain why we are dreaming the same thing, and why you were pretending to be someone you are not?" Edited by Mirix, Jul 25 2011, 05:38 PM.
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| Nausicaa | Jul 31 2011, 02:10 PM Post #10 |
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Her laughter came out as the sound of tinkling bells, first at the way that he had hastily added his name to replace the one she had given him, next at the way his defensive response came across. His questions were evidently a means to try to relieve his distress - in whatever form it came - but she found them almost humorous. He was so far from the truth, so ignorant... Nausicaa bit back the second wave of bell-like laughter that threatened to spill from between dark lips. "I am not a dreamer," she said simply, raising one, thin eyebrow. "Not even close. You are the dreamer here and I am merely a participant, a living, breathing entity who has walked to a plane not unlike the astral in order to have a part." She would not, of course, mention that, unlike Mirix, she could die in these dreams, at least theoretically speaking, or that someone could kill her from the outside and she wouldn't know until her body faded from the dream. But, if he was smart, it was plausible that he could figure it out himself. Let him. It was a risk that she'd always have to take when entering others' dreams. "I've already answered your second question with the answer to the first, but if you insist. You are currently the dreamer and this is your dream that we are in - not mine, not ours. Yours. Perhaps you ought to explain to me why you're having this dream if it's oh so distressful to you. I can enter whatever dream I so choose, provided certain parameters are met. As for why I chose to impersonate one of the demons - Makmon I believe you called him? - I anticipated that your reaction would be similar to the one that you just gave me. It is a shame that I could not maintain the charade longer. Besides, who doesn't pretend to be someone they're not these days?" Nausicaa left him to take what he wanted from what she had said. For no apparent reason she began to sing quietly, a soft, slow tune. It was being sung, in part, to try to take advantage of Mirix's distressed state in order to make him warm to her at the same time that it was being used to keep him at bay, to make him want to keep some level of distance between them. Generally speaking, the naiad only ever used her voice on drunkards and weak men, but it was worth a try. Mirix, she sensed, was highly unpredictable. She didn't want to be caught a victim in his net. |
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| Mirix | Aug 7 2011, 06:20 PM Post #11 |
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When the female laughed, the demon's face morphed into an irritated scowl and a low growl rumbled in his throat as his feline ears began to flatten against his head. Despite the fact that the sound of her voice was actually somewhat pleasing to him, if there were any a situation to not appear as if one were mocking him, this was it. This was especially true if this was indeed a dream, which was something that would cause his usual inability to react in anger to go out the window. His face continued to hold its irritated look as she begun to speak, though he listened intently to her words nonetheless. The first part of her explanation caused his visage to falter and be replaced by one that implied confusion. So, he was the only one asleep and dreaming here? And if that were the case, she was here through… Other… means? He pondered on this for several moments, repeating what he had just been told mentally and attempting to make sense of it. So were people's dreams merely a playground to this woman? And how did she manage to accomplish the task of entering other's dreams? Was she physically here, while he only existed mentally? Could he interact with her here like he could in the waking world? Could he kill her, have his way with her? Would she feel it? Would he? Could she gain access to information that only he knew while in his dream? Would she, could she, blackmail him, if need be? Mirix shook his head suddenly to clear his thoughts of the sudden barrage of questions regarding the logistics of the situation at hand. That could wait for now, and the woman was already speaking again. He was kind of taken aback when she asked him why he was having a dream that he considered distressful. That question made him frown and his eyes narrowed. Why was he having this dream? He didn't have an answer and instead just stayed silent. Guilt and regret were things he had neither experience with nor understanding of, after all. Most of what came next from her lips was disregarded. He wasn't sure what to make of the situation now and his gaze fell to the floor. He had to force away this sense of confusion, but it was difficult when there was so much going on at once, and the unneeded extra sound of this extra person singing wasn't exactly helping. Suddenly his head shot up and his eyes shot piercing daggers at Nausicaa. "Why the hell are you singing right now? Shut up for a moment and let me think!" The words came out loud and aggressive, nearly a roar, though it was kind of obvious that he was attempting to keep things under control. After that he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, allowing his mind to take the time it needed to make enough sense of everything so that he didn't feel so uncomfortably out of control. When he finally felt more okay with what was going on a couple minutes later, his eyes reopened and he sighed. A clawed hand moved to filter through his silver hair as he looked at the woman with a noticeably calmer expression. "Alright. So you can travel through the dreams of others, but how and why did you choose to be in my dream? Or was it even a choice at all?" |
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| Nausicaa | Aug 14 2011, 11:55 AM Post #12 |
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He was obviously frustrated by these chilling details - that she was in his dream, an event that, previously private, was now public, as it were. When he snapped at her she laughed at him openly, a break in her song punctuated by the tinkling sound of bells before she resumed singing, louder, now hoping to grate on his nerves further. Tell me to shut up? she thought as the song dissolved into a quiet humming. If you cannot control yourself far be it from me to try and make the situation better. Mirix seemed to calm, however, and now she actually did cease singing and humming, her interests engaged by this rather sudden change. Was he always this bipolar? Maybe he wasn't so much demonic as he was mentally unstable? She had to wonder. She laughed quietly at his question - when she was cognitively aware of the fact that she was inhabiting a dream and she made the point known to the dreamer, as well, she seemed to inspire more questions than she did answers - and sent her sapphire eyes skyward, chuckling quietly. Why should she tell him anything? Until now he'd been nothing short of a nuisance and she was quickly tiring of his company. Not even the demonic blood that they shared could warm her to him at this point in time. "I have choice," she replied nonchalantly, returning her eyes to him. "Insofar as there are a number of doors, so to speak, and I choose the one that I would like to walk into. Unless I happen to be with the one whose dreams I am entering, the chance that I will re-enter that same person's dreams a second time is considerably lower than one might expect. However, over time I may develop a feel for particular doors, as it were, and enter the same person's dream that way, but I don't generally make a habit of it. You were just the lucky one this time around, I suppose." Perhaps he didn't dream very often, or maybe he just didn't dream this particular dream very often - regardless, he seemed oddly defensive. Most were inquisitive when it came to her odd abilities which, she knew, no doubt spawned from her incubus of a father, the man who had demoralized her mother in her nightmares. The difference was that Nausicaa didn't enter the dreams of others for the sole sake of using them and casting them aside. Seduction was a part of her nature, yes, but she wasn't free with that seduction. The naiad ceased speaking, watching him warily now. She could only begin to imagine what he might want to do the more he considered his current predicament. |
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| Mirix | Dec 4 2011, 01:07 AM Post #13 |
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Despite how things may have appeared to the naiad, the demon's ability to control himself was normally quite adequate most of the time. Though she attempted to bother him further by singing even more loudly than before, he aptly ignored her. His admittedly erratic behavior up to this point was not one of his finer moments he thought, but at the same time, it wasn't anything to be completely ashamed of. It was very rare indeed for any one person to catch him so completely off guard and perhaps even vulnerable to make him react in such a way, so he decided not to let this hang over his head for more than a few seconds. Mirix listened as the woman spoke, at the moment holding his distance and remaining completely still. His eyes were locked upon her, focused, yet neither sizing her up, nor searching her expressions for signs of something unspoken. Instead, he seemed merely to be making sure she didn't just up and vanish in case he happened to blink. He hummed deep in his throat once she had finished speaking, the sound coming out almost in a neutral purr. There was nothing that popped into his head for him to immediately respond with, so he didn't. For a long moment following, he simply remained silent, staring, and contemplating. "What an interesting ability!" He spoke finally, words enthusiastic, a grin appearing on his lips. The silver haired demon began to walk slowly towards her now, though he seemed a bit more relaxed now. "You must see plenty of interesting things in the dreams of others. Wish I could do that." He seemed to be almost lamenting about that, but it was hard to tell whether his words were completely serious, or merely mocking in some strange, off-handed way. Finally, the demon's eyes broke away from the woman, moving to glance around the cavernous space they were in, as he stopped advancing to leave still a comfortable amount of space between them. "So this is what I was dreaming of..." He muttered, mostly talking to himself. Is she were paying any attention to his facial features at this moment, she would easily be able to tell that whatever scene this was that he had dreamt up, it was one that brought with it sour memories. "But I can make this whatever I want.." Almost as soon as that last word was uttered, the scene that surrounded them morphed; the cavern and everything vanishing completely and being immediately replaced with a totally different environment. A bright blue sky, dotted with large fluffy clouds whose undersides were splattered with a gradient hue of purples, reds, and yellows, but absent of any recognizable light source. The ground was made of cracked, ancient stone which reached out endlessly towards the horizons in all directions. There was only one thing which broke the emptiness, one massively expansive thing.. The hedge maze labyrinth was plopped right in front of them, the demon's previous standing position in front of the dreamwalker having been altered so that now he was standing right beside her. The maze that he had conjured up, like the stone ground it was placed on, reached to edge of either side horizon, with the only entrance mere steps ahead. The walls were made up of lush green bush that reached up to be at least six and a half feet in height; tall enough to keep either of them from simply peeking over the top. "Ah! Yeah! Hahah.. This should be fun, no?" Mirix turned and beamed a bright, pleased smile at the female. A nice feeling of accomplishment washed over him too and he sighed contently, before raising an eyebrow. "So what's ya name anyway, Dreamwalker?" |
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| Nausicaa | Dec 11 2011, 09:18 PM Post #14 |
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She was visibly wary as he began to approach her, feeling naked without her glaive. Though her experience with dreams was varied and quite extensive, she was only beginning now, in her later years, to dabble in actually controlling the dreams of others, of being able to manipulate them into something more than just an environment. Still experimental, she was slowly learning how to draw on another's subconscious to tease out elements of it that would prove useful to her—nightmarish scenes, for example, memories of trauma and heartbreak, fear—but it was not enough, especially not against one of her own kin. Disgusted with herself for leaving her glaive behind, she did not relax when he spoke to her. "I do," Nausicaa confirmed, taking a standing position as she watched him warily. He understood quickly the properties of his environment, taking it upon himself—as the one called Jabari had done some time ago, something that Matchitehew had not yet seemed to quite grasp—to warp and twist it away from a memory that, presumably, he despised. But she didn't say anything at all as the scene transitioned from something dank and unpleasant to something considerably more beautiful. The naiad's heat tilted to look up into the colourful sky, batting not even one eyelash as the labyrinth appeared in front of them, tall and ominous, putting her on edge. Mirix was now standing beside her, a fact that she wasn't overly fond of, though she didn't allow all of the tension to settle in her shoulders. She cocked her head so that she could look squarely at him, searching his face intently for a long moment before she shrugged her shoulders. The naiad didn't much care for mazes and getting lost, but being somewhat defenceless and at the mercy of one who caught on quickly, she wouldn't dare refuse. "I suppose, if this is what you consider to be fun. I would have imagined it to be something a little more... Menacing." At that the naiad smiled, her features softened by the expression. The light of their surroundings lended her a certain degree of radiance, the reds and the purples casting delightful shadows across her pallid flesh, the yellows bestowing it with an almost golden hue. "My name is Nausicaa," she said, mischief playing in her sapphire eyes. Ruby rimmed them, faint in colour and only noticeable if Mirix happened to be looking intently. "However, if that name is too long for you, Nausi would suffice." She hadn't the slightest clue why she'd bothered to give him that additional piece of information. |
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