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Nightmares follow you like shadows
Who: Felix Harrowgate and YOU
What: Very bad dreams
When: Anytime during the Nightmare plot
Where: The labyrinth of his mind
Rating: PG-13 to R, depending on preference
[The atmosphere here isn't terribly inviting. The walls are dark, damp stone lit by the occasional sputtering torch, casting shadows so thick and alive that they seem like they could jump out and wrap themselves around your throat at any moment. The air is cold and underneath everything is a fetid, metallic tang that hangs in the air and permeates the stones. You can almost feel the despair leaking out of every pore of the rock.
Felix would call this feeling mikkary, though the word may mean nothing to you.
As for the wizard himself, he's standing with his back up against the wall, staring at you but more correctly through you, as if he can see something there that you cannot, and doesn't like it.]
We have to go...
[His voice is small and strained with the effort of holding back panic. And then you know what he does. Something is out there and it's looking for you. Something malevolent, and you don't want it to find you down here]
Hurry...
[He tugs on your sleeve, pleadingly, and darts into a darkened doorway]
FIRE | WATER | MALKAR
((ooc:Wait for sections. You can do any or all of them. Felix is trying to outrun Malkar. At your option, your someone can be a particular person or thing your character fears...especially if they happen to fear becoming like that. At your option, I can incorporate them into that last section somehow. Feel free to PM or contact to discuss details))
What: Very bad dreams
When: Anytime during the Nightmare plot
Where: The labyrinth of his mind
Rating: PG-13 to R, depending on preference
[The atmosphere here isn't terribly inviting. The walls are dark, damp stone lit by the occasional sputtering torch, casting shadows so thick and alive that they seem like they could jump out and wrap themselves around your throat at any moment. The air is cold and underneath everything is a fetid, metallic tang that hangs in the air and permeates the stones. You can almost feel the despair leaking out of every pore of the rock.
Felix would call this feeling mikkary, though the word may mean nothing to you.
As for the wizard himself, he's standing with his back up against the wall, staring at you but more correctly through you, as if he can see something there that you cannot, and doesn't like it.]
We have to go...
[His voice is small and strained with the effort of holding back panic. And then you know what he does. Something is out there and it's looking for you. Something malevolent, and you don't want it to find you down here]
Hurry...
[He tugs on your sleeve, pleadingly, and darts into a darkened doorway]
FIRE | WATER | MALKAR
((ooc:
MALKAR
Or, in this case, you find it.
Which, as Felix knows, is to be expected. Malkar loves his traps.
What you stumble into is some gross mishmash of dungeon and parlour - the walls unchanged but marked by a few sets of manacles, a red mosaic pentagram glimmering under the light of braziers, circled about by a pair of velvet-covered couches.
A stocky man stands by the back wall, brown hair swept back and eyes bright, all over a smug smile.
"How nice of you to come visit me, darling. Do come in."
And then the door slams closed of it's own accord.]
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The voice is not any he recognizes, but the term of endearment automatically makes him ignore it; its not for him -
Although the slamming shut door makes him turn for the wall to find it. That is another thing he automatically places, this time as 'bad thing'. ]
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You're supposed to be dead.
[Felix sounds scared and lost, his back up against the wall near the door.]
So I was. Do your friends here know you're a murderer?
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Although, so far, the conversation isn't quite enough to pull his attention from trying to figure out how the door is locked. If he can undo that, it would make this quite a bit better. ]
Is that supposed to mean something to me? [ In Duke's mind, simple 'murder' doesn't quite cover what he tried to do. ]
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I'll take that as a 'no'. Not surprising. You always were a liar, Felix. I imagine you've hiding the rest of your colorful past as well...
And do please get away from the door. Both of you.
[That doesn't at all sound like a request.]
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Again, is it supposed to matter?
[ ... and maybe he takes a carefully measured pair of steps back from the door. Its still within his sensing range, but he's not going go further. ]
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A kindred spirit, then? I see...
[There's a few purposeful footsteps]
Get away from me!
[There's a flare of magic and a burst of heat as the fire in the brazier kindle higher, crackling and sparking like a firework. A warning from Felix.]
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This probably meant that Duke shouldn't continue standing with his back toward that someone who was also in there, so he turns half way. He carefully gathers some magic - not giving it a purpose yet, but holding enough for a quick spell. ]
Would you like aid in enforcing that?
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[It's a plea to Duke as much as it is one to Malkar, though the latter is fruitless.
He got lucky, when he killed Malkar the last time. The same trick wouldn't serve him again.]
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... Well, he had been meaning to work on it.
Duke lays down what may be described as a bug-deterrent spell. Only he keys it so Felix and Duke are allowed across, and anything else should get a jolt. The formula scrawls about in a circle along the ground, crackling once when it encloses them. ]
... Unless something more ... violent is desired.
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Malkar himself looks both displeased and strangely calm about this development]
I am sorry he's convinced you to fight his battles...
[He brings up a hand full of fire]
I'll allow you a moment to rethink that.
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He knows what his next project will be, though. It would be useful, and double as something flashy to scare with, if he got the idea that was forming right. ]
... I am not seeing what needs to be rethought in the face of a handful of fire.
[ Duke shifts the magic he'd been holding toward wind, which may make it visible as green, indistinct lines of formula about him. ]
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Felix hasn't moved an inch, between his master and the protective spell circling him. He whispers to Duke]
Don't underestimate him.
[Malkar sighs]
Very well, then...
[He makes a gesture with his other hand and the small flames blooms and explodes, and then it's shooting towards Duke with a pushing motion]
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And then, abruptly, there was a room different from the others in furnishings, if not in style. The man across the room from them smiles, and for a brief moment, it isn't brown hair and Western features, it's Clow's own face smiling that cold smile back at them.]
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[Felix's voice quails a little, stretched with fear and confusion, unsure of what he'd just seen and his mentor's general presence here. Malkar glances at Clow, and for the first time Felix seems to recognize who is with him.]
Why don't you and your friend have a seat?
[He smiles, and there's maybe a little too much teeth in it to be genuinely polite]
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I'd prefer to stand, thank you.
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A drink, then, while we talk?
[He gestures back to a liquor cabinet on the back. A bottle of wine is already decanted and waiting.
Felix's throat simply goes dry.]
What is it that we have to discuss?
[He grins]
You coming back to me, of course
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I would think that's Felix's decision to make, really.
[His voice almost matches Malkar - the same friendly purr over a core of ice]
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Felix edges away from them both.]
Felix isn't very good at making decisions. He requires proper guidance from someone who knows better. He made such a mess of his life after I was gone.
Because of you!
[Malkar shakes his head and softly clucks his tongue a few times]
Blaming your actions on others? Very uncouth of you, darling
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[He meets Malkar's eyes, and any pretense of politeness is gone]
I know your kind of wizard. I've killed your kind of wizard.
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And that makes you the better man, does it?
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...Which I somehow doubt.
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[He glanced pointedly at Felix, who glared back, knowing that Malkar was mentioning his brother. He curled his fists at his sides]
Don't you dare...
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[Though his eyes only leave Malkar's for a second, he intends that question for Felix, the ice gone from his voice for a moment]
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Malkar picks it up for him]
The non-magically gifted, as it were.
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