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[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!]

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[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?

[lord_wizard]

Why are you surprised? I'm not yours anymore, Malkar...

[There's defiance in his voice, but the fear is still very much there, and he edges away from Pitch, his hand held blindly out in front of him.]

[fearbringer]

[Pitch lowers his voice, and leans in.]

If he's your maker, then I'd say that's exactly what you are.

[lord_wizard]

[Felix makes a keening sound that turns into a sort of growl]

No! [He makes as if to grab the man in front of him by the shirt] I'm not...I'm not. Leave me alone. Leave my brother alone...

[fearbringer]

[Pitch falls silent for now, but continues to walk alongside Felix, observing and enjoying his nightmare.]

[lord_wizard]

[Once the voice is gone, Felix starts to continue down the hall, the fire in his hands flicking out. Every once in awhile he mumbles a name.]

Mildmay...

[fearbringer]

[He'll watch the nightmare for a few more minutes, then move on.]