paradisa | ♞ 001 | dictated/action

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

[... 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?

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

Hey. You lost?

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.]

[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.]

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

Oh? Do tell.

[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?]

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Fascinating.

[And he means that, though his tone might sound a little dry; he's not so thrilled with the idea of being in anything's clutches, though.]

Tell me, are there more children like you? So kind, so helpful...

[So willing to associate with random, dangerous strangers?]

[~~STRANGER DANGER~~ Vriska hesitates a little, eyebrow raising at the journal. Yeah, a lot of people tended to ask about the trolls specifically, but that was because they all had the grey skin and orange horns and wrote with all the colors of the rainbow...]

Yeah, I guess? There used to be a lot more, but they've left, so.

How unfortunate. I'm fond of children.

[Their nightmares are extra tasty.]

But what about you? Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?

... Or you're a rebel. Is that it?

[Her mom told her to bring other children to her lair so that she could feast on their flesh and she was also a giant spider but yeah no that tends to freak people out. Probably shouldn't say anything remotely close to that.]

Yeah, let's go with that second thing!

I would bet that that gets you into trouble a lot.

Trouble is such a relative term, though!

Then what's trouble to you?

Circumstances that allow for varying degrees of terrible repercussions and quite possibly a whole lot of hurt feelings?

[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.]

And what about... hm.

Have you guessed who I am?

[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.]

[...brb, give her like eight seconds to think that through.]

Shit! Should I know you?

Apparently-- because you can hear me.

Do you know how wonderful it is to be heard? I must admit, I'm quite tickled that the first person I spoke to here just happened to be one of my believers.

Oh. [UNSURE.] Okay. That's cool, I guess...

... Don't play games with me, girl. I know why you can hear me. Don't you?

Because I have ears? [Or auricular sponge clots. Whichever tickles your fancy.]

I am what all good parents warn their children about. I'm the dark in your closet, and under your bed. I'm the Boogeyman.

And I'm rather disappointed that you didn't figure it out yourself.

[He can cut her some slack because this is entirely audio. But since he thinks she's one of his believers, he thinks it was still pretty obvious.]

Edited (nooooo I pressed enter too quickly) 2014-03-02 05:01 (UTC)

[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.]

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