In search of Destruction

[mari_grayson]

Mar'i is not sure how long she has been following Delirium. She doesn't dare to take her eyes off Delirium for a moment. No glances aside, despite the fact that she would enjoy the journey under other circumstances. She wishes she knew. She's worried about how long she's been away from home. She's worried that she's spending too much time

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[silver_flecks]

Once insanity sucks you in, it's hard to look away, no matter what, for that matter.

"TiCk."

The ground is oatmeal.

"ToCk."

The ground is feathers.

It hasn't changed.

"WoUlD yOu ReAlLy LiKe To KnOW?"

[mari_grayson]

"I'm sorry? What do I want to know?"

[silver_flecks]

"WhAt He'S ThUnK WiTh HiS nOoDlE."

[mari_grayson]

"Oh! You mean Ibn? Yes, but ... it's more important right now for me to help your brother. Besides, Dream told me I shouldn't."

[silver_flecks]

"Do YoU aLwAyS dO wHAt YOu ShoUlD?" Giggling.

[mari_grayson]

"Well, no," admits Nightstar, "but this is--it's a matter of duty. I don't like failing in that, especially when so many others are depending on me."

[silver_flecks]

"FaIl?" Puzzled look.

[mari_grayson]

"Fail ... not do what I'm supposed to do. Grandpa doesn't like to fail either. It's why he usually wins."

[silver_flecks]

"Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na!" she sings, and there is no breaking of the fourth wall.

Del already turned it into a chicken.

"I lIkE hIm."

[mari_grayson]

"You do? Hoo. Most people are scared of him. Even me at times. He's just so ... well, you know what he's like." Mar'i looks around. "Do you know my dad? Nightwing?"

[silver_flecks]

"hOlY AnThRoPoMoRPhIc MaNiFeStAtIoNs Of NoUnS bEgiNnInG wItH a D, BaTmAn!"

That's a yes.

[mari_grayson]

Mar'i can't help it--she giggles. "Yeah, that's my dad! I miss him a lot, even though I've got another one of him around. Did you have a mom and a dad? Or did you--all of you just ... appear?"

[silver_flecks]

Del's silent.

"In ThE VeRy BeGiNnInG, ThE CrEAtOr LaUgHEd. AnD tHeN wE WeRe, BeCauSe YoU WeRe. YoU mAdE uS. AnD We ChAnGEd, ANd ReMaDe YoU. BuT fIrSt ThErE wAs ThE CrEaToR, AnD thE lAuGh."

[mari_grayson]

"That isn't a metaphor, is it." Mar'i considers it for a while. "Is that why you sometimes ask mortals to help you out with things? Because we made you and you change us?"

[silver_flecks]

"If ThIs WeRen't A MeTapHoR, YoU WoUlDn'T bE tAlKiNg To THe PeRsOnIfICAtIoN oF InSaNiTy. BuT iT's StIlL lItErAl." Del shrugs a little. "anD wE'Re BoReD. SAy TrUe, SAy SoRrY."

[mari_grayson]

"Good point." Mar'i continues to follow Delirium through the dizzying ... landscape, for want of a better word. "When this is over, if we don't all ... y'know. Would you like to talk to me again?"