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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 6, 2008 23:10:58 GMT -5
Solitude was an easy thing to come by in the Isle of Morpheus. The inhabitants packed themselves together and left everything else entirely isolated. Even so, Armand found he treasured these moments like precious gems, not to be discarded so readily.
This part of the lake was quiet today. The waves lapped along the half sandy, half rocky beach in peaceful rhythmn. No other sound plagued the air.
He stretched to his feet, casting a quick glance around, surveying his surroundings on the off chance he wasn't alone. He removed his sword and bow and hid them carefully between two rocks. He kicked off his shoes and (with one final inspection of the shoreline) peeled off his shirt. He shook out his hair and dove into the water, relishing in the cool feel on his skin.
The water was neither salty nor clear. Some parts were blue, others a murky green. He came up once and then moved in time with waves, plunging deeper every time he did. He could hold his breath for a substantial amount of time and preferred to be below surface than above it.
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Post by Jules on Feb 6, 2008 23:20:50 GMT -5
Zizzy was probably not the most humane being. She was hardly sadistic in her ways, but causing a little bit of mischeif with the local fish seemed like a perfectly fine way to spend an afternoon.
Which may have indicated a problem in itself. She came upon the lake just as something went under. A paticularly large fish, it seemed. But that was hardly anything to deter the young Nightmare. Zizzy was usually a sociable creature, so it might've been odd for those who knew her to be coming to the place all alone.
But the weather was fresh (which, ironically, agreed with the girl) and she really had nothing better to do. Most of her friends were busy being productive at jobs. Which was why Zizzy was crouching by the edge of the lake. Her knees where held against her chest with one arm, while the free hand was pointing at the water, slowly descending.
She sung the Jaw's theme as she did this.
"Da da. Da da. Dadadada
When the finger made contact with the water, along with the rippling it caused, a few small bolts of electricity skittered across the water.
A moment later, a few of the weaklings came belly-up.
Haha.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 6, 2008 23:42:08 GMT -5
ooc; Jaws theme. xDD
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Typical event in the Isle of Morpheus. One moment you're swimming along, minding your own business, and then next, you get electrocuted.
Armand had his eyes closed, stroking through the water without purpose or much effort, when the shock zipped through the water. It bypassed his skin to connect hard with his bones, rattling his entire frame. The pain sent a few colorful spots in front of his eyes, and despite himself, he gasped. Water instantly filled his lungs.
Struggling, his lungs on fire and his head on the verge of exploding, he struggled toward the direction of what he thought was the shore. Crawling and limping at the same time, the waves spat him up onto the beach. He coughed violently, his head hanging between arms that supported his hunched over weight. His hands and knees buried deep in the sand, the waves continuing to crash over him.
He limped a couple more feet, most of the water out of his system and collapsed onto his back, not even noticing Zizzy. One hand flopped onto his chest like one of the fish that ornamented the surface of the lake.
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Post by Jules on Feb 7, 2008 8:38:00 GMT -5
Zizzy watched the boy limp onto shore with wide-eyed apprehension. Oops may have been an understatement. Letting out a low breath of air, she stood slowly and approached the body flopped over on the shore. She didn't like how much he currently resembled a dead fish.
Especially when she got a good look at his face. Wouldn't it be just her luck that she would deep fry the heir to the Nightmare throne?
Kneeling down she called off any electric surges so that when she rocked his shoulders to try and get him to revive she wouldn't shock him yet again.
"Sorry about that." she muttered. What was the punishment for deep frying a Prince? Zizzy didn't really feel like being the next headless horseman.
"Please don't be dead."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 7, 2008 13:41:39 GMT -5
A voice was nudging at his brain, asking timidly to be allowed into his sensory system. He grudgingly opened his eyes, squinting above him. Once the girl came into focus, he jumped, startled, and sat upright--- oooh. Bad idea. He gripped his head, wincing.
He waved her off dismissively. "I'm fine," he said wryly. And he wasn't lying. The pulsing in his head had quieted, for the most part. Finally comprehending that she'd apologized, he looked sideways at her, eyes narrowed apprehensively. "Did you do that?" he asked.
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Post by Jules on Feb 7, 2008 16:01:58 GMT -5
Zizzy didn't know what the wisest course of action was here. If she told the truth, would he just yell 'off with her head!' and have it done with? But then again, the moment she talked and the electricity skittered across her tongue harmlessly, he'd probably figure it out. Unless he was dumb. There was very little chance she could intimidate the boy, since he'd take her in a fight in two seconds flat, shocked or not.
"I, ya. Well, about that? I was fishing..."
Honestly, whenever someone (on a rare occasion) dragged her out to fish, she would forgo the equipment and simply zap them out of the water. But that hadn't been what she'd been planning today.
"And I didn't know anyone else was here. Or, you know, under. It was an accident." Zizzy was nervous, but she still couldn't fight back the hope that he was just a look-a-like and maybe not the Prince and so therefore she left out the honorifics until he corrected her.
In other circumstances, she would've introduced herself. At the moment, the Nightmare was under the impression that keeping her name to herself might be wise. Monarch's weren't always grounded so firmly on land.
"It was an accident. I swear."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 8, 2008 0:37:08 GMT -5
"I believe you," he said, amused that she sounded so nervous. She was like a miniature power-house, and he kept getting the sense of tiny spurts of electricty zipping around and through her. He didn't want her to get too worked up and accidentally set off another shockwave or something. He brushed sand off him. "I'm impressed," he muttered dryly.
Suddenly self-conscious, he said a quick, "Excuse me," and stood to his feet. He found his shirt immediately and pulled it back of his head. His hair was wet, tangled and hanging down his back and he quickly tied it in a knot at the base of his neck.
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Post by Jules on Feb 8, 2008 8:32:48 GMT -5
Alright, so it looked like her head was going to remain connected to the rest of her. Now that it seemed she hadn't greviously insulted the boy, her nerves calmed and she was able to feel somewhat herself.
"Thanks." She replied in a wry tone. "It beats a pole and hook." Zizzy tried to joke, waving a hand to indicated the several smallish fish belly-up. A few had already been snatched away by bigger fish who'd survived her little attempt at amusement. She wouldn't be doing this again anytime soon. Next, she'd be cooking up the King himself.
When he excused himself, Zizzy stood and also rid her pantlegs of sand. It was kind of funny that he was self-concious, because he really had nothing to be self-concious about. Even in her minor panic she couldn't help but /notice/. But she didn't paticularly mind. She wouldn't have stood infront of him shirtless for any length of time.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 8, 2008 18:12:24 GMT -5
He walked back tenatively. He'd left his sword, dagger and bow hidden in the rocks. It probably would give the wrong impression leaving to come back with an onslaught of weapons. He wasn't exactly sure what to say next. Those gifted with social graces might have handled the situation with finesse, but since he was on the bottom rung of that particular ladder, he just kept his eyes safely out of her line of gaze. After another halfbeat of heavy silence, he held out a hand to her, albeit a bit stiffly. "I'm Armand."
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Post by Jules on Feb 8, 2008 18:32:24 GMT -5
Zizzy wasn't one to be annoyed by awkward silences. She was used to them around her sometimes unstable personality, and reveled in them as a break from having to come up with something to talk about.
"Armand?" She pretended cluelessness, deciding she didn't really want to know he was Prince. It would put an even more awkward stress on the conversation if she had to be deferential and subservient to a painful degree.
Giving him her own hand and shook, grinning because no matter how hard she tried, she let go a very small shock, like she'd been rubbing socked feet on carpet.
"I'm Zizzy."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 8, 2008 18:50:44 GMT -5
He pulled away, not exactly surprised by the small shock he'd felt. His lips twitched a little despite himself at her name. It suited her. He quickly controlled his amusement and nodded. "A pleasure." She didn't appear to know who he was, which was all the better. People did one of two things when they heard his title: went into a shaking, embarrassed mess or sneered, and on very rare occasions, a respectful bow. Either way, it wouldn't help the situation much. "....good luck with your, um, fishing?" His brow arched just a little, in an expression most people mistook for being condescending.
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Post by Jules on Feb 8, 2008 19:21:53 GMT -5
Zizzy smiled sheepishly. "I wasn't actually fishing. I lied." She didn't seem paticularly ashamed by the confession. "I was killing fish without any intention of using them productively. What were you doing here?"
Hopefully he wasn't a Dream. Or if he was, not the one that would start squeaking about inhumane treatment of animals that also had lives and how we were all equal and on and on until he ended somewhere in the realms of Global Warming (which didn't really affect them anyways). She was a Nightmare, she did this for kicks and it was hardly dark compared to what a good portion of the Nightmaric popular did on a regular basis.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 8, 2008 19:49:10 GMT -5
He blinked, surprised by her blatant honesty. It was unexpected, but refreshing none the less. He gave a small smile, which quickly fell in embarrassment.
"I was.... er, thinking," he ended shortly. He mentally sighed and tried again. "I just like being alone sometimes, I suppose."
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Post by Jules on Feb 8, 2008 20:09:24 GMT -5
"Oh." Another thing she'd kind of trashed. First a nice swim, then the whole 'being alone' idea. "Sorry." She smiled, though. He seemed shy, which was slightly odd-seeming for someone who was supposed to be some kind of social icon, being a Prince and whatnot. But maybe it was his twin that was the social one.
"I didn't mean to mess up your day for you." But Zizzy didn't sound too sincerely apologetic, and far from groveling. Her tone more indicated that he shouldn't get mad at her, because it had all been an accident.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 8, 2008 20:46:34 GMT -5
His mouth tilted sideways in a crooked smile. He regarded her remorse, or rather, the lack thereof, with amusement. "No need to apologize," he told her sincerely. He shrugged, the gesture a weighed down with a hint of fatigue. "I'm sure something else would have come along anyway."
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