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Post by demitri on Mar 9, 2009 23:59:13 GMT -5
He looked over at her, "Why are you doing all of this?" He questioned, "For one stray human." Even in his reality no one had ever bothered to put that kind of effort into him and they didn't even have a reason to hold a grudge This time The one before him did have a reason and she was bringing him clothing and food It made him feel guilty, especially since he had more involvment in their famine than he had lead her to believe.
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Post by Jules on Mar 10, 2009 0:03:57 GMT -5
"Well, because you 'ave important information." She spoke to the door to maintain his modesty, although she didn't hear him moving to get changed. The clothing was black but beyond that not very sinister. He needy to look a little more Nightmarey but she hadn't wanted to make him uncomfortable. That would've ruined the effect anyways.
"And zere's enough death zese days."
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Post by demitri on Mar 10, 2009 0:23:40 GMT -5
He began to undress, taking a look at the cloths, they were very, very nice, A refined and polished vest, black jacket and over coat with a white collard shirt, gazing at himself in the mirror he saw...well, actually, it looked quite gothic. However, in clothing like that he felt rather out of place, his tousled brown hair and plain greenish eyes seemed, plain, in comparison to the clothing itself. "That's right.." He hushed under his breath, "Information." For the first time in his life he was truly valuable for something other than an encycolopedia of trivial persuit knowlege, oh yes, that right, now it was his encyclopedia of applied knowledge.
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Post by Jules on Mar 10, 2009 0:31:32 GMT -5
She turned when she thought it was safe, and cooed happily. "You look so 'andsome!" She smiled and beckoned him. "Ze carriage is waiting to take us to the castle. Try to keep your fear under wraps, zere are some desperate people out zere."
She led the way out of the room, down the steps and to the awaiting (outdated) mode of transportation.
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Post by demitri on Mar 10, 2009 0:46:49 GMT -5
"Carriage?" He shifted uncomfortably in his new clothing, nervous about a meeting with the nightmare king His imagination began to turn, thinking of some new hideous monster or an oger king to rule the Nightmare. Hopping into the transport he marveled at the human ability of denial, how to find a normal way to cope with a remarkably unusual situation and than totally ignore the immediate dangers by replacing fear with simple, idiotic, curiosity
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Post by Jules on Mar 10, 2009 0:50:58 GMT -5
"He's just a man." She said, reading his discomfort. "Half Dream, half Nightmare. It's why he rules." She shrugged, "Not everyone is 'appy wizz 'im, but I tend to foster sympathies for unpopular Monarchs. Wonder why."
She grinned at her own self-deprecating (kind of) humor as she sat opposite Mark and the carriage lurched forwards. "We are not completely backwards. A few 'ave cars, but zere's really no where to go that would allow a car through."
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Post by demitri on Mar 12, 2009 20:17:05 GMT -5
"Understandable" He muttered Watching the horses jolt up the winding cliff side and towards the castle. It loomed before him, Like the evil palace out of his childhood fantasies It was where the evil wizard lived Where the wretched dictator made his home Where the arch villain in a bad cartoon kept all of his cronies and destructive weapons Where frankenstine and other abominations came to life The Nightmare King Would so naturally call a place like this his home Each tower twisted and shaped, like a castle with a broken spine An errie kind of perfection He took a deep breath, at least he knew what to expect, kind of... Though so far all of his childhood indications of what Nightmares were supposed to be had been debunked...so far.
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Post by Jules on Mar 12, 2009 20:58:21 GMT -5
"Here we are!" Marie said happily, hopping out of the carriage and waiting for Mark at the bottom of the hill. "Since ze famine, zey don't let people drive right up. One of the family waz attacked by a mob."
Even if she really didn't like Zizzy, you kind of had to feel sorry for the girl, she seemed to have the worst luck.
She locked arms with Mark and led him up the hill, which, even at their relatively slow pace, she was winded by the end of. She had no energy for these things anymore, thankfully Dream concealer was a miracle.
She knocked and patted Mark's shoulder comfortingly. "It's not as forboding as it looks, promise."
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Post by demitri on Mar 12, 2009 21:10:37 GMT -5
His eyes widened a bit, "Oh..." Once up close tot he castle the wind left him for a little A rush of fear chilled him Old school horror The kind seen in cheesy B movies...but when real like this...he could see how they were once terrifying He felt her grow weaker and attempted to support her a little He tried to stop the fear But it seemed instinctual, as if he were programmed to feel this way, that satisfying kind of fear...the kind you get when you try to scare yourself before you sleep, or see a movie Habitual fear.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 12, 2009 21:18:28 GMT -5
Jack closed his eyes and counted to three inside his head. Let somebody else be home to get the door. Genn, preferably Genn. She'll give the family a good name, unlike the rest of us, who can't stand being polite over doing whatever the hell we think is appropriate at the given time.
No one answered the door. He cracked open an irritated eye. Was no one home? Not even Simon or Johnny or... well, not Vince. It was good Vince was gone.
Grudgingly accepting his fate, he moved downstairs to the front foyer, where the heavy castle door swung open for him. A fresh wave of mortal fear washed over him instantly, assuaging the itch of hunger that was lately ever-present. He blinked in surprise, his eyes immediately landing on the culprit. Human? In the Isle of Morpheus?
His gaze flickered almost disinterestedly to the side. He recgonized the girl, one of Genn's friends, probably... oh. Oh yeah-- the lesbian.
"Hello, Marie," he said warily, with another glance at the human. "What do you need? Genn isn't home."
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Post by Jules on Mar 12, 2009 21:22:58 GMT -5
The rush of his fear allowed her to stand up straight and quell her rolling stomach. "I'm not 'ere for Genn. He knows what is wrong wizz ze 'umans minds." She even looked a little proud, despite having seemingly been discounted by the King as unimportant.
"I zought you would want to see him." She hinted, trying to wheedle her way into favor. She was starved.
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Post by demitri on Mar 16, 2009 21:13:42 GMT -5
He stood there, almost sheepishly, looking at the Nightmare King A handsome Very young Man That was possibly the least expected in his imaginings He was almost like David Bowie, the goblin king, and he was fairly certain that there was a costume to go along with that idea I mean This was the realm of imagination, so it had to be there at some point somewhere. He muttered out a nervous, "Hello..I am...Um, Marcus...and I have no idea if I'm here, and am still not convinced that this is real." That was blunt, and awkward, but then again, this was a potentially awkward situation.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 16, 2009 21:23:46 GMT -5
"Well." Jack's mouth twitched. "Technically, for you, none of this is... real."
He studied the somewhat-queasy looking young human for another moment. It was definitely a good thing Vince hadn't answered the door, or even someone like Alexander, who would have no patience for the man's obvious unease. But who could blame him? He probably thought (in an extra twist of irony) that he was dreaming.
He stepped back and half-heartedly flourished a hand. "I guess you should come in." He flicked a glance at Marie. "Both of you."
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Post by Jules on Mar 16, 2009 22:05:54 GMT -5
"Don't look so enthusiastic." Marie reproached, seeming to not really care that this was her King. Possibly because Jack had never really been the King to her, just the father of one of her best friends. "This could only solve ze famine, but no need to seem too eager."
She didn't let go of Mark as they crossed the threshold. She didn't know if she was a comfort to him, or just an annoyance, but he looked pretty queasy and besides she wanted to present them as a package deal.
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Post by demitri on Mar 24, 2009 15:47:37 GMT -5
Mark twiddled with his fingers It seemed to be the only thing he knew how to do in this world Twiddle Twiddle Mark wasn't even sure what he could do to really solve anything Especially a problem that was by every techincality Non-existant
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