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Post by Murphy Oneirogenes on May 26, 2010 0:33:38 GMT -5
He almost felt bad for making the boy walk so far and through such dangerous planes, almost. And, if it had been anyone else he would not have led them such perlious ways. But he had several arguments to support his decision, strongest of which the boy was him in a way... and also rather strong, the boy had made it just fine.
He walked the hallways familiar to him through so many minds and eyes. He stopped in front of a door that omitted an ominous forboding that impressed even him. Smiling slightly he knocked and then let go.
Murphy's head swam as he opened his eyes. He took in a slow breath and tried to take in his surroundings. He was in a dark quiet stone hallway standing in front of a door, the sound of knocking still echoed in his mind. He sighed quietly, he had gotten pretty used to waking up in odd places, this was just another dream he supposed.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on May 26, 2010 0:51:17 GMT -5
Veronique heard the loud noise and growled, turning over in her bed. Who would dare to make such a horrible racket in her tower in the middle of the night? She debating going back to sleep, but she was wide awake at this point, and frankly, Veronique had every intention of giving the offending student a piece of her mind.
Veronique turned on the monitor beside her bed, intending to look for the source of the noise, only to see a flashing red warning message in the center of the screen. Someone had passed through the wards. Someone that had never been in the castle before.
The headmistress quickly located the intruder, who seemed to be, coincidentally, the source of the noise that had woken her. She could kill two birds with one stone. Literally, if need be.
Veronique threw her bathrobe on over her nightgown, stalking through the halls of her quarters and into the sitting room. She flung the door open.
"And who, exactly, are you?" she said, staring down her nose at the boy.
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Post by Murphy Oneirogenes on May 26, 2010 1:03:04 GMT -5
Murphy took a few steps back in terror. "This isn't a dream, it's a nightmare isn't it... who are you this time? Not the Corinthian or any other I've run into."
You could practically see the wheels turning in his head.
"N-not that you aren't a scary nightmare, I mean I'm sure that you're a great one... uh." He smiled awkwardly, running out of things to say and hoping he would wake up soon.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on May 26, 2010 1:12:48 GMT -5
Veronique's eyes widened, and her fingers gripped the frame of the door. Of all the impudent...
"Look, child," she seethed, leaning in toward him, "I have no idea what sort of a prank you think you are pulling, but I am about to make you regret it."
Veronique grabbed him by the arm, tugging him toward her apartment. "Now, boy, I'm going to ask you one more time before I have you thrown out of my castle!" Veronique's voice might have woken people on the first floor. "Who the hell are you?"
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Post by Murphy Oneirogenes on May 26, 2010 1:26:58 GMT -5
Murphy gasped as he felt the pain. He decided as he hissed in discomfort under his breath that he was defiantly awake this time around. Well then, considering the situation it might be good to try to soothe the non-nightmare's anger. Answering her question was probably a good start.
"I'm Murphy, and I'm sorry! I know this is going to sound really .. not true.. but I don't know why I knocked on your door or why I'm even here! I don't even know where here is!" He looked at the woman with pleading eyes.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on May 26, 2010 1:40:03 GMT -5
Veronique huffed, staring down at the boy. "And give me one good reason not to throw you out to the faeries, Murphy who has no idea why he's here?"
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Post by Murphy Oneirogenes on May 26, 2010 1:52:33 GMT -5
He sighed deeply, he was a bit worried that this might be a problem, no matter he knew what to do.
Murphy shook his head. "I don't know.. what, what? Throw me to the what?" She was obviously crazy, he'd just have to get awa-- the world fell away, warm and dark.
Fog slowly snaked it's way around the two setting the room in an odd haze, the vision in front of Veronique was odd. Murphy was still there.. possibly, except sometimes there was a tall man. It was hard to make out, like half-forgotten dream flickering and changing in memory and time.
She was short compared to him but most mortals were. He watched the woman with dark, deep eyes. He spoke with a voice that was whispers and memories and not quite real things.
Veronique Poulain you know who I am.
It wasn't a question but he waited for her acknowledgment.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on May 26, 2010 2:02:20 GMT -5
Veronique's grip loosened on the boy's arm, but when she looked again, she was looking at a very different face. His eyes seemed to reflect the night sky, deep and dark, fathomless like no mortal's eyes. His features were handsome, but fuzzy in her mind, and she doubted she could have described him if she attempted to.
The voice seemed to come from the walls, from the ceiling, from the floor. From everywhere but the image in front of her. The sound was familiar, but she couldn't place it. Like something from a dream. A cold chill crept down her spine.
"You..." she said quietly. "I shall arrange for your accommodations immediately."
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