Fear and Loathing

[Vyn]

Although Thula's attention was tightly focused upon Dantkae, she was also keenly aware of what was going on in reality. The large group gathered outside the gate were brimming with concern for Dantkae, believing him possessed or something of the sort, and the two that had earlier wandered into the graveyard had just returned...only for one to turn and flee. A small spat, and some wounded pride...but they would mend their differences eventually.

It was nothing for Thula to interest herself with.

Instead she kept her focus on Dantkae. She did not want to pull too hard, to manipulate his subconscious to a point of utter obedience. No, she wanted it to be his choice in the end, but she'd tug just enough to get him curious.

Her short trip through his inner world had revealed surprising facts. There was courage buried in his mind, but it was being squashed by his types conflicting wishes: the urge to die, and the fear of Hell. Yet, if he relinquished his strangle hold on Heaven, he might just possibly be able to regain that squashed courage and become the proper Puppeteer that he wanted to be.

However, if she were to hold any prolonged interest in this Dantkae boy, she would have to help him sort out his feelings. What Euclide feared Hell? They were soulless creatures, no ascent to Heaven was possible for them. However, just because Heaven was beyond reach, it didn't immediately place one into the infernal pits of Christian lore. After all, Kaethulabi herself was a child of darkness and she had never once been licked by the flames of Hell. Satan held no sway for her dark fairy tales, nor would he ever.

She did not need his fire and brimstone to weave her nightmares, and she would prove to Dantkae that he did not to cling to celestial light in order to slow his descent into Hell.

I have no interest in the realm of Satan, nor in accompanying those of his minions which may lurk here. Thula flicked her tail in placid disinterest of such things. Her alignment to the darker things had never made her evil before, and she had no plan to change her ways. I belong to the realm of the Subconscious, weaving stories for those who sleep. A smile appeared upon her muzzle as she continued, a touch of pride for the young Puppeteer. Or, as in your case, waking-dreams for those who aren't yet asleep.

Thula had no way to prove the worth of her trust, and so she did not comment upon it. It was something he'd have to decide on his own.

_{Kaethulabi: 5}

[Amaryllis]

(( >< So terribly sorry I'm slow. *flail* ))

Vik blinked rather rapidly at Dantkae's mutterings. He glanced over at the yelling match going on nearby but didn't really notice it; he was well-aware of how difficult his sister could be. She was just naturally like that. However, it was completely unnatural for Dantkae to talk to invisible people or voices that only he could hear. It was worrisome, and he was glad to have someone else arrive and take notice of the situation.

"Oh, Sera's fine," Vik said quickly. "I just want to know what the deal with Dantkae is. I'm assuming you know him?" It was odd, certainly, for Vik to talk in such an adult manner, but he felt that the bothersome circumstances required that he mature himself a bit. "Has he ever done this before? I certainly never saw him behave this strangely.... Dantkae," Vik added sharply, hissing through his teeth at his brother. "Snap out of it, would you? We're right here, nothing's going to hurt you!"

Isi, meanwhile, smiled at her sister briefly before turning to the more unfamiliar Euclides that was now speaking to her. "Hello, Ibasine," she said, smiling in the friendliest way she could because her leg was aching, which tended to be rather distracting when it came to socialization. In fact, the pains in her leg were rather distracting when it came to a lot of things, such as thinking.

But at the moment, Isi wasn't thinking very hard, so she was fine. "I don't know what happened to him," she admitted, unable to fathom what would make such a normal-seeming fellow so prone to shrieking and muttering at nothing. "Maybe he's sick and ... hallucinating, or something," she suggested, blissfully unaware of how terribly naive she was being. "It looks like they're trying to help him, though, and I don't know of anything I can do that they can't." She gestured sadly to her pussy, oozing leg.

[FlyingPanther]

((*pokes silvertip* I'm not going to post until you do XD;;;*))

[silvertip]

(yes, I have had my eyes hurting today. But I'm fine and is intending to post now. -curls in a ball of guiltiness-)
Sekeabi, in her usually sarcastic bored mood started over to the shadows. "I'm coming for you." she hummed under her breathe. She intended to seek out the 'demon of hell' and talk with him or her. She wanted to know the one more, she always hung out with ones of such power and befriended them. She intended to do just that, but more so she wanted to know the intensions of the creature. Slinking around the tombstone corners, as she usually did she found a paw print. A feline pawprint. It was layed when Thula realized the outhers, and went back to retry a different entrance. It was a baby, Sekaebi thought. Under the darkness she couldn't see anymore and decided to head back to see were Iba was.

At the outher two babe's yelling Ibasine dropped on her ground, hunched over laying her paws on her ears and head. Now she was much calmer and wasn't shaking. When it seemed the arguement was over she was back to normal. "I hate arguements....." she muttered to herself and then looked up at Lisibita with shining eyes. "Maybe its a curse!" she shouted looking back and forth like the paranoia she was. Then, realizing how childish she looked she stood up and looked at Isi eye to eye. "I'm sorry to say, we're usless." she frowned. "What are you doing here?" she tilted her head slightly before looking back at Dantkae and the outhers.
(sorry, not as good as your's. -shiver-)

[FlyingPanther]

[No worries about things being spectacular loves ^_^ after all, my roleplaying isnt exactly what I would call perfect ;. Just as long as there is at least a paragraph to reply to im good XD]

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Weather or not he could really go to heaven, was unknown to Dankae, he had grown up with his father, a very Amuni like Euclide in many respects, and so therefore was never told that he would not accend to heaven, let alone never assend to hell. It was doubtful that even Rhaja knew himself. Dantkae had come from a long line of very catholic Euclides, evidently. One had to wonder if there was at least a bit of amuni blood in him, and if he could even grasp the idea of no heaven or hell. "A Dream Weaver? he questioned, thinking slightly to himself, looking like he was calming down a bit. This startled Caesarion a bit, and she was distracted from her greetings to the other younglings when he spoke to himself again. She wore a look of worry clearly on her face. At least he wasn't beating himself up anymore, now he was just talking to himself.

"Who is a dream weaver, Dantkae?" she asked reproachfully. He looked at her for a moment, realizing for the first time that he had been making a scene, and that everyone was looking at him with worried faces. He had to make a choice quickly. Tell them about the youngling he saw in his head, or to follow her as she seemed to want him to do from her tugging. Chance that she was telling him the truth? That she really wasn't the devil come to claim his soul in the form of a young euclide female? His worried expression upon his face only seemed to worry poor Caesarion more.

Finally he struggled out a sigh and said to the crowd that had been gathering. "Sorry everyone, I've been feeling a little ill lately, I think I'm going to go find Sera and head home to dad." He grinned a little at Caesarion and his brother and the more familiar euclides of the bunch before heading away. When he was out of earshot he whispered to himself. "Is there another way into the graveyard?" he could hardly believe the words had come out of his mouth. The graveyard was so frightening, and what if the female really was some creature of death come to claim him? He didn't know why he was doing what he was doing. Having successfully gotten rid of the crowd, he looked around the gate of the graveyard for some way to squeeze through the bars, or some other way to get in.

Caesarion watched the multicolored canine youngling disappear into the darkness before returning to talk to the other pups. He'll be fine, hes looking for his sister and they will both go home safe and sound she said to herself trying to calm herself down a bit. She turned back to Dantkae's brother, who she was sure was as bewildred as she was, repeating her inward thoughts and answering his questions. "Yeah, I know him, met him one day when I was out wandering, and he was with your sister. As far as I know he has never done that before, he has been acting a little stranger then usual lately, maybe it is as he says and he has a fever. Sometimes fevers can cause you to think crazy things, or see crazy things.....I'm sure hell be ok...hes off to find Sera...I'm sure they will both make it home safely." but in the back of her mind she wondered if she should follow them, just to make sure. She could very well take care of herself, but the younger euclides...she questioned their ability to take care of themselves.

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Somewhre in the graveyard Sera slumped down against a gravestone, crying slightly, and regainning her breath. How dare that bitch Caesarion make such bold statements about her! And actually strike her! She was a Marionette! Not to be treated as some sort of common street whore! She did care about her brother! He just needed to toughen up a little bit.


[bleh...sorry everyone...I feel sick and my head is going all stupid...I'd prefer if no one went chasing after Dantkae as Vyn and I have plans for the two <3...but im more then willing for people to continue talking to Caesarion...^_^...and if anyone wants to jump in with anotehr one of their babies and pretend like they are already in the graveyard and talk to Sera, that is cool to ^_^]

Seratobi= 8
Caesarion Kaebi= 7
Dantkae Alijheiri= 4

[Vyn]

Kaethulabi tensed from her hiding spot. She could not see those that gathered around Dantkae, as she was projecting from within his mind and saw only him and what she crafted around them. No more than the backdrop of tombstones and the twilight sky around them. There was no reason to be fancy now, it wasn't as if she were writing a grand tale for him, merely crafting a reality to visit him on. Nevertheless, she could hear their voices and easily recognized the voice of the Burial mixed Mustildae.

'I'm coming for you...'

Thula flicked her tail angrily, the momentarily surge of dissatisfaction reflecting in Dantkae's mental world when Thula's image in his mind flickered and dulled momentarily.

Back in reality, Thula had risen to her paws and had taken to slinking through the shadows once more. Drat that Mustildae for hunting for her, how had it even known she existed in an actual form of reality? Not even Dantkae could have been sure of that, let alone someone who merely heard Dantkae's outer rantings. Nevertheless, Thula felt it was best to get to higher grounds and soon found herself another perch.

This one gave her a better view of the crowd of bebes and the handsome Burial/Suicide mix, but kept her above their line of vision and shrouded with darkness. No one would find her now, not unless she wanted them too.

She attention refocused on Dantkae then, the mental image within his mine one against sharpening with clarity. The lovely Subconscious mix purred, smiling as his words drifted to her ears. Of course. Thula did not move from where she had taken her new perch, but she allowed the mental image she projected to him to reflect the reality she saw. The figmented feline remained before him, her white and gold tipped tail brushing his cheek as she slipped forward along the fence. Follow me, I know a way in. She continued onward as she spoke, following the fences edge until she came to a hole in the fence. Glancing over her shoulder once, Thula easily slipped through and awaited his appearance on the other side.

_{Kaethulabi: 6}

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Nondaselinabi was also lurking the Graveyard scene on this crowded evening, her white-tipped paws carrying her smoothly through the familiar setting. The graveyard was no source of fear to her, but instead it was her home. Death resided here, and so she would reside with Death. She was his toy, an idle shell for his use: his Puppet. Empty irises scanned the forest of tombstones; so many came and went from her world of death and funeral parties, but Nonda never left.

At last her gaze came to rest upon the creature that had roused her from her isolation.

Another bebe, like herself, but this one was only passing through. Like so many others, she would come and go without hesitation. It was not yet her time to join those lost in eternal slumber beneath their paws, but perhaps she could take some time to entertain Death's Puppet.

Her movements giving her the appearance of a ghost gliding through the cemetery though her feet never truly left the ground. Her pupil-less eyes only furthered this hollow appearance, for they lacked interest or even sympathy for Seratobi's state. Slowing to a stop in front of Sera, Death's Puppet bowed low to the lovely Patchwork femme. "Greetings Marionette." Nonda straightened, tilting her head slowly to focus the other beneath her empty, unemotional gaze. "Why do you cry so?"

_{Nondaselinabi: 1}