arrival of the fool [open; active]
Character(s): Jackle, ?
Content: Jackle arrives, if with some confusion.
Setting: Niflheim gate.
Time: Morning.
Warnings: None (yet).
Well now, how curious. One minute he's dead, the next few million later he's standing outside a city, very much... the opposite. Maybe he was dead, had always been dead - what constitutes the life of a Nightmaren? Curious, curious indeed.
"Master?" he questioned aloud, more to himself by the looks of things. The lack of response was, well, odd.
What precious little Visitor had dreamt him up, he wondered? Likely not the fool who had ever so politely requested his name. Jackle hadn't bothered to give it, had merely flashed him a razor-sharp grin. He didn't recognize this area of the Night Dimension, but ohhh, he did like the shape of it, the colors and how they reflected the warmth of his cape. And Dreamers! Dreamers, Dreamers, so many Dreamers. If only he could figure out where he was and why he was there and maybe where NiGHTS was or his Master and why he'd been given... something. Odd. A jur-nel, how peculiar.
He stood there, hitting the end of the device against his gloved palm for soft-sounding smacks. What a strange little thing.
Maybe he'd break it.
Content: Jackle arrives, if with some confusion.
Setting: Niflheim gate.
Time: Morning.
Warnings: None (yet).
Well now, how curious. One minute he's dead, the next few million later he's standing outside a city, very much... the opposite. Maybe he was dead, had always been dead - what constitutes the life of a Nightmaren? Curious, curious indeed.
"Master?" he questioned aloud, more to himself by the looks of things. The lack of response was, well, odd.
What precious little Visitor had dreamt him up, he wondered? Likely not the fool who had ever so politely requested his name. Jackle hadn't bothered to give it, had merely flashed him a razor-sharp grin. He didn't recognize this area of the Night Dimension, but ohhh, he did like the shape of it, the colors and how they reflected the warmth of his cape. And Dreamers! Dreamers, Dreamers, so many Dreamers. If only he could figure out where he was and why he was there and maybe where NiGHTS was or his Master and why he'd been given... something. Odd. A jur-nel, how peculiar.
He stood there, hitting the end of the device against his gloved palm for soft-sounding smacks. What a strange little thing.
Maybe he'd break it.