♞ 001 | dictated/action

[fearbringer]

[The Sleeping Plague is both irritating and wonderful for Pitch-- irritating because the drowsiness is affecting him and he feels uncharacteristically weary, but wonderful because... hey. Extra-easy access to nightmares. A++.

As happens with so many people, Pitch's journal happens to be open to document his arrival, though he's not doing anything particularly exciting. There's the sound of quiet footsteps pacing a room, and the low murmuring sound of a man talking to himself. As he approaches the journal, he becomes audible.]

There is fear here, and so much uncertainty. I can taste it. And yet...

[He trails off. He can feel the fear in general, but can't pick up anything on an individual level-- which is strange. And he doesn't like it.

Pitch can also be found all over the castle's public areas, and so can his dark, swirling shadows; weird tiredness aside, he can travel through darkness, which makes exploring a lot easier. If he finds a sleeper, he'll follow them, and if he finds a person that's awake... well, he'll probably follow them, too. He's used to barely anyone being able to see him, and he has no reason to believe that that's going to be any different here.]

[OOC: Info on what sorts of characters will be able to see/sense him off-journal!]

Comments

dictated;

[thiefoflight]

"And yet?" Don't leave me hanging! That sounded somewhat ominous!

dictated;

[fearbringer]

[... what the

This is odd for so many reasons. First of all, he definitely didn't have a talking book in his robe before, but he clearly does now. And second of all, it sounds like a child just heard him. He's going to sound pretty incredulous when he finally answers.]

Hello?

dictated;

[thiefoflight]

[Oh, no! That sure does sound like a confused tone. She'll be as "her" as ever, though.]

Hey. You lost?

dictated;

[fearbringer]

No.

[Which is a little bit true. He's not trying to get anywhere in particular-- but on the other hand, he has no idea how he got here, or even where here is. That probably counts as lost.

Still, like hell he's going to admit that to a child.]

But who are you, and how are you managing this little trick of yours?

[She can hear him. He's already interested.]

dictated;

[thiefoflight]

[She doesn't wish to sound presumptuous, but gosh, does this guy sound like a newbie. The fleeting tone, the questioning of the journals-- she could be a terrible person and make everything all the more confusing, but...]

Magic! [...being facetious seemed to work out nicely for the time being.]

dictated;

[fearbringer]

[He actually seems to take that at face value.]

Oh? Do tell.

dictated;

[thiefoflight]

[There's a smirk in her voice. At least this guy isn't a tightwad and knows how to take a little bit of humor.]

That's all this place seems to be. Magic comings, magic goings, magic journals... You might hear all the other little voices soon, so eager to greet another person the castle wishes to have in its clutches! [Does she sound dramatic yet?]

Action

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine was patrolling the halls... or rather patrolling while on her way to check up on Nita. She knows her sister hasn't fallen asleep last she looked, but if there are attacks going on, she wants be be sure that her big sister is safe first and foremost.

The young girl walks down the hall at a decent pace, considering how tired she feels. Odd to see someone so young out in dangerous situations, even if she would normally be old enough not see any of the Guardians or Pitch. She is not afraid for herself, not in the least, but her eyes still have dark shadows around them from more than just the current exhaustion.]

Action

[fearbringer]

[Ooh, a child. Let's see where she's going.

Pitch slips out of a nearby corner and follows, growing increasingly annoyed at how difficult it is to keep up. He should be able to run laps around this girl, but right now he feels weak. Lame.]

Action

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine would punt him across the castle if she knew he thought of her as a child.

She keeps walking, her pace only seeming to get faster, even if it feels excruciatingly slow from her point of view. She's normally much more speedy than this. She glances back and forth, checking for possible threats when something catches the corner of her eye. Some movement. Dairine suddenly stops, turning to look right at where she saw Pitch.]

Action

[fearbringer]

[His first instinct is to turn around too, looking over his shoulder. She probably isn't looking at him, after all. It must be something behind him.]

Action

[wizard_redfive]

[Nope, there's nothing else there. Just him, but that's enough 'cause she sees him all right. She frowns deeply, for his appearance reminds her of a certain less-than-friendly Power. Her fingers twitch, tempted to grab a lightning spell or something in case he's hostile, but Dairine resists. It wouldn't exactly make the best first impression if he's not. So instead she speaks.]

What are you doing?

Action

[fearbringer]

[He looks around again-- over his shoulder, side to side-- then points to himself.]

Me?

Dictated

[onlyanapple]

And the creepiest journal entry of the year so far award goes to...

Dictated

[fearbringer]

I accept.

forever!!!

[onlyanapple]

I hope you have a moving speech prepared.

[fearbringer]

People tend not to like my speeches.

[onlyanapple]

Oh dear, are you a droner?

[fearbringer]

Certainly not! I happen to be quite exciting.

action

[lord_wizard]

[Felix probably would not have seen Pitch or his shadows, even if his eyes were not closed. As it is, he's lurching rather awkwardly along on his way to guard a certain door, his right side hugging the wall as he goes, hand pressed against to keep himself steady. He's practically swimming in his own fear, even if the hunch of his shoulder and shallow breathing were not very obvious physical markers. He even glances over his shoulder every now again with unseeing eyes, as if he can tell something is following him. Maybe it's something in his dream, maybe it's Pitch, or maybe it's a mingling of the two. Regardless, all Felix knows is that he has to keep moving. He doesn't want Malkar to catch him...]

action

[fearbringer]

[Best event ever tbh-- at least for Pitch. He follows gleefully, enjoying the fear like its a gourmet meal. He might even reach forward and brush his fingers against Felix's shoulder, just to try to make him jump. It's more of a challenge with sleepwalkers, but that's part of the fun!]

action

[lord_wizard]

[Felix shies away from the touch like a startled cat, backing himself up against the wall and disturbing the painting there, though he hardly seems to notice.]

Don't...

action

[fearbringer]

Stand still and let me taste your dreams.

[lord_wizard]

[For a moment Felix does as he's told, frozen there and lost in memories and paralyzed by proximity of what he'd call Malkar's miasma, even if that had only ever been in his own head. He feels it pressing him to the wall until he can barely even breathe. He remembers that Malkar is dead, but that makes it almost worse. Still, he shudders in revulsion and is finally able to move]

No! Not again...

[He makes a pushing motion, swiping awkwardly at the air in front of him, and his fingertips are wreathed rather suddenly in flame]

[fearbringer]

Woah!

[He dodges.]

Fighting back, are we?