Pullus
It had been ages since he had last seen his younger twin, in fact he he begun to get quite worried...Something of which he would never admit. His spotted ears lowered as his large blue and black wings flapped grabbing air as he soared higher into the sky. Oh how he needed something to do, to keep his mind off the fact that his brother was still missing, or gone, he wasn't sure what the correct word would be for whatever Niveus had done. Maybe stomed off would have been a better term. Either way, he had stoped looking months...no weeks ago and now he needed someone, or something to bother. Maybe throw a nightmare upon. Anything.
Trouble was his middle name after all. Seriously, it was.
His bright blue and pink eyes scowered the ground for a clearly, and the male soon spiraled into a dive. His wings slowly began to fold as he neared the ground landing with an almost graceful THUMP. Blue tails gently swayed, soon coiling around his hind legs. "'ere little cri'ters~ Come t' meeeee~" came his voice, his bizare accent chopping up the words. "Coom' t' y'ur nigh'mares~"
Trouble was his middle name after all. Seriously, it was.
His bright blue and pink eyes scowered the ground for a clearly, and the male soon spiraled into a dive. His wings slowly began to fold as he neared the ground landing with an almost graceful THUMP. Blue tails gently swayed, soon coiling around his hind legs. "'ere little cri'ters~ Come t' meeeee~" came his voice, his bizare accent chopping up the words. "Coom' t' y'ur nigh'mares~"
Xianthe
She wasn't responding to the call as much as she had coincidentally come cross the angelic's path, really; walking while sulking tended to cause the Nobody to have no care for a destination, and she was a tad too busy to pay attention to her surroundings. After all, muttering angrily to oneself about revenge and being misunderstood was a perfectly reasonable excuse for being inattentive, right? Wasn't like she could multi-task, anyways.
And, so, as things would have it, Xianthe's dark ears twitched at the sound of another's voice, and the illusionist looked up. What the heck was this kitsu talking about? Nightmares? The Nobody wasn't particularly sure she had any, really, being supposedly a being with an inability to feel emotions. Or, uh, that was what she had been told, anyways, way back when (and, yet, she had the capability of acting like a brat. must have simply been something left behind by her former self, probably).
Giving the angelic an odd look, the purple haired female stood where she was, staring at him, and pondering if it was better to just ignore him and walk away. Then again, that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?
And, so, as things would have it, Xianthe's dark ears twitched at the sound of another's voice, and the illusionist looked up. What the heck was this kitsu talking about? Nightmares? The Nobody wasn't particularly sure she had any, really, being supposedly a being with an inability to feel emotions. Or, uh, that was what she had been told, anyways, way back when (and, yet, she had the capability of acting like a brat. must have simply been something left behind by her former self, probably).
Giving the angelic an odd look, the purple haired female stood where she was, staring at him, and pondering if it was better to just ignore him and walk away. Then again, that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?
Pullus
The Angelic blinked at the apperance of a purple haired female. He had never thought his little song of sorts would have actually worked, it never had before. Though by the look upon her face it seemed more as though she had just stumbled upon him, but it was nice to think his song had worked.
He canted his head to the side as he looked her over, ears perked with interest. The coat and clothes weren't that odd, but what the sandy male found quite piculiar was the many cat looking charms of sorts and that big witches hat. A larger grin peeled over the small grin that had been upon his features before. "Well 'ello there." a tiny chuckle crept out of his throat. He stretched his wings, qucikly folding them back up and resting them upon his back.
Slowly he took a few steps towards the female. "An' wh' wo'ld you be?" His tails uncoiled from his hind legs and swiftly flailed about behind him.
He canted his head to the side as he looked her over, ears perked with interest. The coat and clothes weren't that odd, but what the sandy male found quite piculiar was the many cat looking charms of sorts and that big witches hat. A larger grin peeled over the small grin that had been upon his features before. "Well 'ello there." a tiny chuckle crept out of his throat. He stretched his wings, qucikly folding them back up and resting them upon his back.
Slowly he took a few steps towards the female. "An' wh' wo'ld you be?" His tails uncoiled from his hind legs and swiftly flailed about behind him.
Xianthe
"Hello, yourself," the other kitsu grumbled in return, still staring down the angelic, mentally adding the word 'weirdo'. The same could be said for her, of course, given her odd personality quirks and choice of attire (she looked more like a child playing 'dress up' than someone to be taken seriously), but Xianthe could care less.
Standing her ground as the angelic stepped toward her, the illusionist adjusted her hat, not that it really needed adjusting, and puffed up proudly as she introduced herself.
"I," the Nobody began, attempting to sound as dignified as possible, "am Xianthe, the Illusionary Puppeteer," she greeted, giving a small curtsy.
"So who're you?" Xianthe demanded.
Standing her ground as the angelic stepped toward her, the illusionist adjusted her hat, not that it really needed adjusting, and puffed up proudly as she introduced herself.
"I," the Nobody began, attempting to sound as dignified as possible, "am Xianthe, the Illusionary Puppeteer," she greeted, giving a small curtsy.
"So who're you?" Xianthe demanded.
Pullus
A brow arched as the female spoke. An Illusinary Puppeteer? Pullus wasn't entirly sure what exactly that was, though it definatly caught his interest. Yes, certainly a good person to run into to keep his mind off that brother of his. The Angelic took a step to the side, trying to resist the urge to circle the female.
"Xianthe..." he repeated, allowing the name to attempt to sink into his mind. He was never good at remembering names. "'s an in'eresting name y'got there." he snickered, as he lifted a paw to scratch one of his ears. "I 'm Pullus," the male paused mulling a few thoughts over. "'he crea'or o' nigh'mares." Hey, if she added in that puppeteer thing then he might as well add in what he was.
"You like nigh'mares?" he spoke pushing his face up infront of hers. "The're oh so won'erful."
"Xianthe..." he repeated, allowing the name to attempt to sink into his mind. He was never good at remembering names. "'s an in'eresting name y'got there." he snickered, as he lifted a paw to scratch one of his ears. "I 'm Pullus," the male paused mulling a few thoughts over. "'he crea'or o' nigh'mares." Hey, if she added in that puppeteer thing then he might as well add in what he was.
"You like nigh'mares?" he spoke pushing his face up infront of hers. "The're oh so won'erful."
Xianthe
Quite actually, she wasn't entirely sure what it entailed, either, other than it sounded better than 'the childlike illusionist', not that she had ever been a proper member of the Org. to begin with. Still, it was her title, and at least she had the illusionary part down, to some extent.
"What do you mean, interesting?" the girl asked, looking fairly suspicious of the angelic, "You have a problem with it?"
It wasn't even an anagram, either! Just what she thought her former name was, with an 'x' tacked onto the front! What was it about 'Ianthe', that earned snickering?
"Nightmares," Xianthe deadpanned, not all too interested in the hobbies of others, "What, you some kinda Nobody or something? Or a talking Heartless?"
"What do you mean, interesting?" the girl asked, looking fairly suspicious of the angelic, "You have a problem with it?"
It wasn't even an anagram, either! Just what she thought her former name was, with an 'x' tacked onto the front! What was it about 'Ianthe', that earned snickering?
"Nightmares," Xianthe deadpanned, not all too interested in the hobbies of others, "What, you some kinda Nobody or something? Or a talking Heartless?"
Pullus
"Wha' don' I mean 'bout interesting." he grined. "It's jus' inter'sting. 's'all." a brow arched upon his features as he took a step back. "No probl'ms with y'ur name. No'ne at all." another snicker escaped him. It wasn't that he found anything amusing about the female's name, but he was just acting like he always did. Or perhaps he had taken some of Acerbus' coffee, who knew.
The Angelic's head canted to the left as he listened to Xianthe talk of Nobodies and Heatless. His ears twitched, before droping down as he blinked his blue and pink eyes at her. Nobody? Heartless? He was sure he'd heard of those before, but he couldn't place it. Though he did know for a fact that he was nither.
He turned his head to look off into the distance, as he licked his chops. "No 'fraid not. 'm as nor'al as can be. Well as norm'l as wha' I am, c'n be o'course." Turning his head back he quickly took some more steps towards the female Nobody, soon pushing his nose up against hers. "So wha's a Nobody? An' these 'eartless can't talk?"
The Angelic's head canted to the left as he listened to Xianthe talk of Nobodies and Heatless. His ears twitched, before droping down as he blinked his blue and pink eyes at her. Nobody? Heartless? He was sure he'd heard of those before, but he couldn't place it. Though he did know for a fact that he was nither.
He turned his head to look off into the distance, as he licked his chops. "No 'fraid not. 'm as nor'al as can be. Well as norm'l as wha' I am, c'n be o'course." Turning his head back he quickly took some more steps towards the female Nobody, soon pushing his nose up against hers. "So wha's a Nobody? An' these 'eartless can't talk?"
Xianthe
"Then stop doing that!" the Nobody ordered, stomping a foot, "You're like some nutcase, or something, if you aren't already." And I bet nobody likes you, too, she thought.
As it was, the angelic was far too close for comfort, Xianthe had concluded, and, if he took another step closer, she was fairly much going to get out her staff, not that it had much use other than ornamental purposes in Halloween Town, and do some whacking.
"A Nobody is..." she began, frowning; why was he asking her? Simply because she used the terms didn't know she had half a clue as to what anything was. "Well, a Heartless is something that lost its heart. Most of them don't talk, I think. So there. And a Nobody, well, I'm a Nobody, so there!" the female declared, crossing her arms over her chest.
As it was, the angelic was far too close for comfort, Xianthe had concluded, and, if he took another step closer, she was fairly much going to get out her staff, not that it had much use other than ornamental purposes in Halloween Town, and do some whacking.
"A Nobody is..." she began, frowning; why was he asking her? Simply because she used the terms didn't know she had half a clue as to what anything was. "Well, a Heartless is something that lost its heart. Most of them don't talk, I think. So there. And a Nobody, well, I'm a Nobody, so there!" the female declared, crossing her arms over her chest.
Pullus
Pullus couldn't help but let out a booming laugh as Xianthe mentioned the word nutcase. Him? Never! His mind simply just got on one track and never left it until he got bored. Completly one tracked, yes that was it. "Nutcase? Th're is't anyth'ng wrong with me, Xian." ...That was her name right? Oh bother, now he couldn't remember.
The leopard gecko coloured Angelic nodded as the female explained what a Heartless was and what a Nobody was. Not the best explinations ever, but it was enough information to satisfy him. "Right th'n." Loosing hearts, no talking. Sounded somewhat scary, perhaps hed see some in his nightmares, that would be very interesting and maybe quite amusing. And she was a Nobody, so Nobody's were pretty normal then it seemed.
Swiftly he jumped up and seated himself down right beside Xianthe. "So Nob'di'es get nightm'res too? They should." a grin.
The leopard gecko coloured Angelic nodded as the female explained what a Heartless was and what a Nobody was. Not the best explinations ever, but it was enough information to satisfy him. "Right th'n." Loosing hearts, no talking. Sounded somewhat scary, perhaps hed see some in his nightmares, that would be very interesting and maybe quite amusing. And she was a Nobody, so Nobody's were pretty normal then it seemed.
Swiftly he jumped up and seated himself down right beside Xianthe. "So Nob'di'es get nightm'res too? They should." a grin.
Xianthe
"You're weird, in any case," Xianthe countered, frowning, "and it's 'Xianthe'. 'Zee-ahn-they'," she corrected, pronouncing her name incorrectly as always, "I don't like nicknames."
Nobodies, well, they were sorta up there along the lines of Heartless in 'things that exist despite logic', but given that the more powerful, humanoid ones looked fairly normal, eh...
Okay, so Xianthe was partly grasping at straws with her explanation, and partly had forgotten everything that had been drilled into her head during numerous lectures in the past. Studying wasn't her forte, anyways, really.
"I don't think we do," the girl responded, scowling, "I was always told we couldn't feel emotions, so stuff like dreams and stuff...those're related to emotions, aren't they?"
Fears were, too, weren't they? And yet, she hated getting wet, and there was the not as obvious fear of solitude. Ah, Xianthe was odd, honestly, but, in her defense, so was most of the Org. by principle, in their own special way.
"So you're really really weird," Xianthe concluded. "Why're you interested in nightmares, anyways?"
Nobodies, well, they were sorta up there along the lines of Heartless in 'things that exist despite logic', but given that the more powerful, humanoid ones looked fairly normal, eh...
Okay, so Xianthe was partly grasping at straws with her explanation, and partly had forgotten everything that had been drilled into her head during numerous lectures in the past. Studying wasn't her forte, anyways, really.
"I don't think we do," the girl responded, scowling, "I was always told we couldn't feel emotions, so stuff like dreams and stuff...those're related to emotions, aren't they?"
Fears were, too, weren't they? And yet, she hated getting wet, and there was the not as obvious fear of solitude. Ah, Xianthe was odd, honestly, but, in her defense, so was most of the Org. by principle, in their own special way.
"So you're really really weird," Xianthe concluded. "Why're you interested in nightmares, anyways?"
Pullus
Pullus grunted, he wasn't that weird, though that comment was one he heard somewhat often, along with 'scary psycho freak'. He wasn't too sure which he disliked yet adored more. Some strange things went on in that head of his, though everything seemed to be tied back to nightmares in some way. Well except for the way he felt about his brother, but that was different all together.
"Nic'name? Did I giv' y' a ni'kname?" he questioned, giving a shrug of his shoulders. He wouldn't have called it a nickname, more of a not too concerned if he siad her name wrong, type thing. Or something like that. His wings stretched out, they always seemed to feel so stiff when he left them folded. Something he absolutly hated, though not as bad as the fact that there were those out there that could not experience the feel of a nightmare.
"Y' can't get nigh'mares? Sh'me. They'e so lov'ly. 'm sure you'd ad're them." The Angelic let out a soft snicker, before canting his head to the right. "Why?" he questioned. Why he was so interested in nightmares? Why? What kind of question was that?
"I cre'te nigh'mares. Beau'iful thing th'y are. Cau'ing chaos, making peo'le sweat wit' fear. So, so bea'tiful."
"Nic'name? Did I giv' y' a ni'kname?" he questioned, giving a shrug of his shoulders. He wouldn't have called it a nickname, more of a not too concerned if he siad her name wrong, type thing. Or something like that. His wings stretched out, they always seemed to feel so stiff when he left them folded. Something he absolutly hated, though not as bad as the fact that there were those out there that could not experience the feel of a nightmare.
"Y' can't get nigh'mares? Sh'me. They'e so lov'ly. 'm sure you'd ad're them." The Angelic let out a soft snicker, before canting his head to the right. "Why?" he questioned. Why he was so interested in nightmares? Why? What kind of question was that?
"I cre'te nigh'mares. Beau'iful thing th'y are. Cau'ing chaos, making peo'le sweat wit' fear. So, so bea'tiful."
Xianthe
And here she had thought that this new world would mean that the oddities were at bay. Suffice to say, Xianthe had been proven horribly wrong, and not just at the house she had been taking residence at, either.
"Either that, or something," the Nobody reprimanded, "My name isn't meant to be shortened," she said simply, "It's just that- Xianthe."
"Or," the purple haired kitsu added, "My title. Orr...it's not really mine to begin with, but my number, XIII. Or stuff. Any of those."
She stared some more at the angelic, trying to make sense of what his train of thought must be like, aside from nightmares and the like. Why hadn't she just upped and walked away yet? It was a trainwreck waiting to happen, Xianthe, mused, just staying put.
"How can people be afraid of nightmares, though?" the Nobody couldn't help but ask, looking fairly skeptical, "They're like illusions; they're not real. You can just wake up from them. So why'd anyone be afraid of a bad dream?"
"Either that, or something," the Nobody reprimanded, "My name isn't meant to be shortened," she said simply, "It's just that- Xianthe."
"Or," the purple haired kitsu added, "My title. Orr...it's not really mine to begin with, but my number, XIII. Or stuff. Any of those."
She stared some more at the angelic, trying to make sense of what his train of thought must be like, aside from nightmares and the like. Why hadn't she just upped and walked away yet? It was a trainwreck waiting to happen, Xianthe, mused, just staying put.
"How can people be afraid of nightmares, though?" the Nobody couldn't help but ask, looking fairly skeptical, "They're like illusions; they're not real. You can just wake up from them. So why'd anyone be afraid of a bad dream?"
Pullus
Well sooooory, it wasn't his fault he had shortened her name....Ok well it was, but that was only because he hadn't really paid much attention to when she had first said it, even if he did repeat it. The male was certainly not a guy that was good with names. "Righ' I'll 'ave t' rememb'r that." he uttered, with a flick of his tails. In all honesty he doubted that he'd remember not to shorten or mess up her name, at least not until it was mentioned to him a few times. His twin was always the one that was good with names.
"Wait-" he paused, blinking a few times as what the female just mentioned sunk in. "XIII? You 'ave a num'er in yo'r name?" A brow arched upon the Angelic's features as he looked at Xianthe. He didn't often run into people with a number in their name. -Though people with a name that was simply a number...Those he seemed to run into a lot, well before he landed in this world.
"What?!" his teeth clentched as she mentioned nightmares being only illusions. "They are not jus' illusions! In fac' som' people do't wake up from 'hem!" the comment had...rattled him a little. "Pe'ple are 'fraid o' them' be'ause th'y are real. Ve'y. Very. REAL."
"Wait-" he paused, blinking a few times as what the female just mentioned sunk in. "XIII? You 'ave a num'er in yo'r name?" A brow arched upon the Angelic's features as he looked at Xianthe. He didn't often run into people with a number in their name. -Though people with a name that was simply a number...Those he seemed to run into a lot, well before he landed in this world.
"What?!" his teeth clentched as she mentioned nightmares being only illusions. "They are not jus' illusions! In fac' som' people do't wake up from 'hem!" the comment had...rattled him a little. "Pe'ple are 'fraid o' them' be'ause th'y are real. Ve'y. Very. REAL."
Xianthe
Even if it wasn't, she'd still hold him to it, or, uh, something like that; wasn't really like Xianthe to accept certain truths as much as it was to convince herself everyone else was at fault. Still, the Nobody accepted this answer for now, instead moving along to clarify the number thing.
"Um...well formally, it'd be 'Number XIII, Xianthe, The Illusionary Puppeteer,'" the girl explained, "but it can be broken down into three parts- the title, the number, and the name- I'd respond to any of them... not that they ever let me have that number. Wasn't like it was in use anymore."
"And they are too illusions," Xianthe continued, calling on a small shadowy feline, "Like this here. So they can't be real."
"Um...well formally, it'd be 'Number XIII, Xianthe, The Illusionary Puppeteer,'" the girl explained, "but it can be broken down into three parts- the title, the number, and the name- I'd respond to any of them... not that they ever let me have that number. Wasn't like it was in use anymore."
"And they are too illusions," Xianthe continued, calling on a small shadowy feline, "Like this here. So they can't be real."
Pullus
The male nodded as Xianthe explained the number being in her name, and what order it all went in. That, however he did have to say (or well, think) was a very very long name. And he had thought his full name was long. Hers seemed much longer, or at least made up of more things then his was.
His nose scrunched, as the Nobody argued over the fact that nightmares were in fact, illusions. Yes, this was a very touchy subject for the odd Angelic. His blue and pink eyes narrowed as he lowered his head at the sudden apperance of a shadowy looking feline. "Int'resting." he muttered, his halo bobing up and down above his head, casting a strange glow upon his dark hair.
"Nigh'mares can ca'se death, co'mas. They c'n mak' peop'e wet th'mselves. Th't is real." his voice was begining to sound rather agitated, his gaze not turning to look at Xianthe, no it seemed the shadow feline had grabed most of his attention. "If I m'ke nigh'mares an' I say they'e real. Then 'hey are."
He grunted, as he moved closer to the feline, it was quite pirculiar. "Anyth'in the mind m'kes up c'n be real. Mi'd's a dang'rous thing. Qu'te amus'ng t' mess with." he licked his chops at the thought of fear, oh it felt so wonderful. With each nightmare he gave the more and more his mind filled with crazy thoughts, with fear. His power was an odd one indeed. Perhaps that was why he was a few crayons short from the box...So to speak.
Slowly he reach out his paw, in attempts to touch the shadow cat. "Fear do's sm'll and taste 'o good."
His nose scrunched, as the Nobody argued over the fact that nightmares were in fact, illusions. Yes, this was a very touchy subject for the odd Angelic. His blue and pink eyes narrowed as he lowered his head at the sudden apperance of a shadowy looking feline. "Int'resting." he muttered, his halo bobing up and down above his head, casting a strange glow upon his dark hair.
"Nigh'mares can ca'se death, co'mas. They c'n mak' peop'e wet th'mselves. Th't is real." his voice was begining to sound rather agitated, his gaze not turning to look at Xianthe, no it seemed the shadow feline had grabed most of his attention. "If I m'ke nigh'mares an' I say they'e real. Then 'hey are."
He grunted, as he moved closer to the feline, it was quite pirculiar. "Anyth'in the mind m'kes up c'n be real. Mi'd's a dang'rous thing. Qu'te amus'ng t' mess with." he licked his chops at the thought of fear, oh it felt so wonderful. With each nightmare he gave the more and more his mind filled with crazy thoughts, with fear. His power was an odd one indeed. Perhaps that was why he was a few crayons short from the box...So to speak.
Slowly he reach out his paw, in attempts to touch the shadow cat. "Fear do's sm'll and taste 'o good."
