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Nicolas Belden de Molyneux

Here you will find the ramblings and musings of the 10th Patrol's crazy sorcerer.

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"But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams." -- Sean Bean(Equilibrium)
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Nic's Pregame OOM

<Nicolas_Belden> :: wanders down the streets of Bascone without a destination, as he has done for the past week, until he spots a sign for the Two Mirror's bar and decides to check it out::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: enters the bar and looks around::

<Ron_SWEF> ::the Two Mirrors is a somewhat dark, rough and tumble kind of pub, full of men who spend their days working hard and their nights avoiding their wives. Aside from the smell of unwashed people and woodsmoke, Nic picks out a surprising scent - lavender. There's a pretty redhead carrying trays of mugs around the room, trailing the scent behind her::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: watches the woman for a moment before spotting an empty table with only one chair and heads over to it and takes a seat::

<Ron_SWEF> ::the little alcove he's in has mirrors on two sides, and as Nicolas takes his seat more than a few of the patrons stop what they're doing and watch him...::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: hums quietly to himself as he sits down, not looking at the mirrors, or the other people for that matter::

<Ron_SWEF> ::after a few moments the redhead comes over to Nic's table:: What would you like, monsieur? ::she doesn't seem bored or irritated, just a little ...disconnected.::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: looks up at the woman and doesn't say anything for a while, but doesn't appear to be "checking her out" either then he answers:: Woman: Just water if you can spare it. :: smiles and stares again, it almost looks as if he's counting something silently::

<Ron_SWEF> ::Vivienne raises an eyebrow as she tries to determine what exactly he is staring at. Most of the men in here have one thing on their minds, but this gentleman feels different somehow:: One thing we do not run short of lately is fresh rainwater... I will be back in a moment...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods and watches her leave, speaking a number quietly to himself before turning to look out at the room, aside from the mirrors of course, still humming a quiet tune to himself::

<Ron_SWEF> ::Vivienne returns a minute later with a mug of fresh cold water, stomping lightly on one man's foot as she passes him:: Here you are, monsieur...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: takes out a clean paint brush and starts waving it around in the air as if he were painting an invisible canvas with one hand and takes the mug with the other:: Vivienne: Merci.

<Nicolas_Belden> Vivienne: So what did that man's poor foot do to offend you?

<Ron_SWEF> ::she doesn't change expression at all:: Actually, it was his hand that was trying to offend. Perhaps it is unfair to punish one limb for what another has done, but it is difficult to stomp on a hand.

<Nicolas_Belden> Vivienne: Only when it is not on the floor. :: smiles and continues painting in the air:: Do you know that you have lovely hair? It's red, but you cannot be faulted for that.

<Ron_SWEF> ::she arches an eyebrow:: Are you sure of that, monsieur? Perhaps I have committed deeds of such great evil that it blushes for shame... ::he can sense that she's not flirting or humoring him, just playing along...::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: Vivienne: I suppose that is a possibility. For it is difficult to know what horrors a person has caused or seen in their time. Well, except now, when all of Montaigne is a horror! :: laughs::

<Ron_SWEF> <Viv> Not a horror, monsieur, just in the grips of a nightmare. Even nightmares end eventually...

<Nicolas_Belden> Vivienne: Yes, but nightmares are usually at their worst right before the end. :: nods seriously as if he's the keeper of the secrets of the universe, then breaks out laughing again and takes a sip of water::

<Ron_SWEF> :: she shrugs and is about to reply when another patron interrupts her:: Come on, Vivi, you're going to spoil it! Besides, I need another pint... ::she sighs and goes to serve the other tables::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: watches her leave again and takes another sip of water, before leaning back slightly in his chair and humming his song once more, waving his brush in the air in time with the tune in his head::

<Ron_SWEF> ::the patrons around him seem to be eyeing him every so often, though none of them come over or strike up a conversation... The barmaid keeps looking his way when she's nearby, to see if he needs a refill::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: gets to a part in the song and stops, a look of serious contemplation on his face for a few minutes, then he starts it up once more::

<Ron_SWEF> ::time continues to pass, and maybe half an hour later the barmaid gets a break long enough to wander over:: More water, monsieur?

<Nicolas_Belden> Vivienne: Yes, merci. :: reaches into his coat and pulls out a small tin of black paint, and after dabbing the end of his brush in it, starts drawing hideous monsters on the table as he hums::

<Ron_SWEF> ::Vivienne brings him another pint of water, and looks down at the table:: Friends of yours?

<Nicolas_Belden> Vivienne: What would you say if I said yes? :: takes the water and sips it::

<Ron_SWEF> ::shrug:: I would say that you needed to make more friends...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: Vivienne: That, I can always do. :: starts drawing more monsters, misunderstanding her meaning::

<Ron_SWEF> ::she shrugs:: One can never have too many friends, I suppose, but perhaps you should not take them drinking with you. Jules ::jerks her head at the man tending the bar:: can be a little irritable sometimes...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: looks over at the man then back to Vivienne:: Vivienne: But they are not drinking. Though I suppose they could. :: shrugs and pours a bit of water from his mug onto the table, which washes away the drawings:: Vivienne: There, problem solved. :: smiles then turns serious:: Vivienne: Have you lost anything to this nightmare we have found ourselves in?

<Ron_SWEF> ::she actually laughs, a slightly throaty, sexy laugh:: No, no... Everything I had worth losing I lost long before then.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: the hand with the brush starts drawing on the table again, but it looks as though Nic isn't even paying attention to what he is drawing as he talks to Vivienne, the new picture is just taking shape so it is hard to make out but it could be someone hanging from something:: Vivienne: Ahh, that is a good thing. Why give it the pleasure?

<Ron_SWEF> ::nod:: There is a saying I have heard. When the wolf is at your door, feeding it will not make it go away. You'll just have a fatter wolf at your door.

<Nicolas_Belden> ::nods:: Vivienne: Or a blood crazed one, depending on what you feed it. :: the drawing is taking more shape and now looks like a body hung from a tree::

<Ron_SWEF> ::the same patron as before loudly clears his throat:: Another round, Vivi, and stop pestering the poor man!

<Ron_SWEF> ::Vivienne rolls her eyes and heads back to the bar for another round::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: looks over at the man:: Man: Poor? I'll have you know that I was quite wealthy at one time.

<Ron_SWEF> ::the man grins:: At one time carries no weight anymore. Now you are a poor man who drinks water while drawing on a cursed table in a haunted pub...

<Ron_SWEF> ::one of his comrades thumps him on the shoulder:: Don't you try to spoil it either, Franc!

<Nicolas_Belden> Man: All of Montaigne is cursed and haunted in this massive nightmare, so why not drink water and draw before the nightmare ends hmm? :: gets back to what he was doing::

<Ron_SWEF> ::the man looks at Nic funny and the men around the table quietly start arguing about whether the contest is still valid if the winner is insane::


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Nic's Pregame OOM (Part 2)

<Nicolas_Belden> :: his drawing now shows a large tree with a number of bodies hanging from it::

<Ron_SWEF> ::a few minutes later, the bartender picks up a hammer and rings a bell. As everyone looks up, he points his thumb at Nic. A moment later, the room breaks out in cheering::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: looks up from his drawing:: Is it closing time already?

<Ron_SWEF> ::Vivienne comes back to his table and plunks down a pint of ale:: No, but you've won the standing contest...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: looks down at the pint of ale as it has smeared part of his drawing, then back to Vivienne:: Viv: Contest?

<Ron_SWEF> ::the barmaid shrugs:: Anyone who can sit at this table an entire hour without looking at either mirror wins a free pint. You're the first to collect it since I've been here...

<Nicolas_Belden> Viv: What kind of contest is that? One to test how vain a person is?

<Ron_SWEF> <Viv> ::shakes her head: Supposedly it's a test of courage... ::she points at a mirror::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: looks over at the mirror she pointed at::

<Ron_SWEF> ::now that he finally looks, in the mirror he sees the slightly hazy figure of a beautiful woman in a fancy silk dress. Her eyes are red, and blood drips slowly from the severed stumps of her wrists... She smiles cruelly at him and waves an arm menacingly...::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: almost falls out of his chair but regains his composure and waves back:: Viv: And who might she be?

<Ron_SWEF> ::the barmaid shrugs:: Aside from the house ghost, no one knows. Whatever you do, don't do anything that might break or knock down either mirror...

<Nicolas_Belden> Viv: Why is that? :: picks up the pine of ale and hands it back to Viv before tilting the table sideways so the ghost can see his drawing:: Ghost: The view was probably crooked from there.

<Ron_SWEF> <Viv> If the two mirrors no longer reflect each other, she will be freed. And then she will kill everyone within her reach.

<Nicolas_Belden> Viv: I see. So she is no more dangerous than the rest of Montaigne in this nightmare then? Except that she is trapped in a mirror. :: laughs then turns serious:: It must be boring being stuck in a mirror.

<Ron_SWEF> ::the barmaid shrugs again:: If it were me, I would feel like killing too...

<Nicolas_Belden> Viv: For some reason I believe that. :: turns back to the Ghost:: Ghost: So what is your name?

<Ron_SWEF> <Viv> No one knows her name, but around here they call her Mimette...

<Nicolas_Belden> Viv: Mimette. Mim: I suppose that is as good a name as any eh Mimette? So, what do you think of my work? :: points to the picture on the table::

<Ron_SWEF> ::the ghost just gives him a glare in stereo::

<Nicolas_Belden> Mimette: Ahh, not into art huh? Well I can't blame you really. I doubt there is much space to hang paintings in that mirror. :: pours what’s left of his water on the table and washes off his last drawing::

<Ron_SWEF> ::Vivienne watches him with amusement:: Any time you want to come talk with her, I can assure you that this table will most likely be free...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: Viv: Merci. Just give that to whomever you think deserves it. :: points to the pint of ale:: Perhaps the man's foot whom you wrongly harmed for his hand's crime?

<Ron_SWEF> ::she snorts and takes the mug:: I'll pour it on his foot in apology...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: Viv: That sounds fair. :: turns back to the mirror:: Mim: So, I suppose if you could speak you would have threatened to kill us already, but you seem capable of acknowledgement, can you understand me?

<Ron_SWEF> ::the ghost folds her arms and raises an eyebrow at Nic::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: smacks his hands together and smiles:: Mim: Good, so how much space do you actually have inside there? One blink for a lot, two blinks for a little.

<Ron_SWEF> ::the ghost gives an elegant and silent snort and turns her backs on him::

<Ron_SWEF> ::Vivienne smirks a little:: I suppose she doesn't feel like talking...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: turns to Viv:: Viv: It would seem so.

<Nicolas_Belden> Mim: Aww come on. I was just curious. :: waves his arm to try and get her attention then sits back down and sighs, looking a bit sad:: Mim: You know, you're not all that different from most of the other people I've met lately.

<Ron_SWEF> <Viv> You meet a great many bleeding ghosts?

<Nicolas_Belden> Viv: No, it's not that that makes her similar.

<Ron_SWEF> <Vivienne> What, then?

<Nicolas_Belden> Viv: Well, most people I've met always seem to have a habit of avoiding me after speaking with me.

<Ron_SWEF> ::she shrugs:: Most of them give up on me after a while too...

<Nicolas_Belden> Viv: You? I find that hard to believe. Why would that be?

<Ron_SWEF> ::she shrugs:: It might have something to do with my unfair treatment of feet.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: laughs:: Viv: Could be.

<Ron_SWEF> ::she looks around:: Well, I suppose I should get back to watering the horses... ::sarcasm:: A good evening to you, monsieur...

<Nicolas_Belden> Viv: And to you. :: turns back to the mirror to check on Mim::

<Ron_SWEF> ::she's still there, but still ignoring him::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: smirks:: Mim: Fine! Two can play at that game. :: turns his chair around so that his back is to her::

<Ron_SWEF> ::that would put his front side at the other mirror, which also has her in it::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: curses in Montaigne then spins his chair sideways and leans forward, putting his hands on either side of his face to block his view of the mirrors:: Mim: There!

<Ron_SWEF> ::the crowd, finally convinced that their 'courageous victor' is some kind of loony, goes back to their drinks::

END

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Happy Chicken Truth OOM!

<<<Titles Begin to Roll in Kanji>>>

<<<7th Sea Flash! Extremely Impressive OOM To Begin!>>>

<<<Let's Shiny Beginning Now!>>>

<Old man> ACTION: It's dark, and everyone is camped. Michel is standing watch, thanks to the stoned people in the group...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: rides up to the place Miette directed him to, hopping off of Vince's horse and tying it to a nearby tree, before looking around::

<Old man> ::the little grass hut is there, and there is indeed a fire with a small caldron hanging over it. The crazy old man is not in view...::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: moves over to the fire, looking at the cauldron::

<Old man> ::the caldron is bubbling cheerfully (though how you can tell its mood is unknown), full of what looks like chicken soup. At least you really hope that's chicken...::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: sniffs the soup and then looks around again::

<Old man> ::when he turns around, he sees a dead chicken head being pointed at him on the end of a stick. Behind the stick is a crazy-looking old man, most likely the fellow the others described:: You! What intentions yours are? Chicken sees all!

<Nicolas_Belden> :: smiles:: Man: I assume you are the seer my friends mentioned. I have come seeking knowledge.

<Old Man> ::he sighs and pulls the chicken stick away:: Feh... Knew this would happen. Tell a few truths, give away some soup, next thing you know everyone bugging you...

<Nicolas_Belden> Man: I apologize if I am intruding, but I am in desperate need of truth. And besides, the soup does smell quite good. :: smiles again:: I would be happy to pay for both of course.

<Old man> ::the old man frowns:: I don't want your money, blood-taster, coins are worth less than nothing. Stir the soup.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods, moving to stir the soup::

<Old man> ::the old man leans on his stick and stares up at the stars:: So, you want truth... Or do you just want knowledge?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: raises an eyebrow and looks at the man, not stopping his stirring of course:: Man: Are those two not one and the same? Cannot knowledge be the truth?

<Old man> Knowledge can be truth, but truth is not necessarily knowledge. Knowledge is a what. Truth is a why...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: Man: I see. Well then I suppose I ask for tr... :: cuts himself off, frowning::

<Old man> ::the old man looks at Nic:: Not an easy choice, is it?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: takes the blue crystal from his pocket with his free hand and looks at it, thinking::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: sighs after several moments:: Man: Must I choose one or the other?

<Old man> ::the old man takes the spoon from Nic and stirs it himself, dropping a few more ingredients into the pot:: Not always. But the more you want to know, the more you may not like the answers... Truth is rarely a pretty thing, and knowledge can cut like a razor...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: Man: It's not that, I mean am I only allowed one question?

<Old man> ::shrug:: Maybe. Maybe not. You are very different from the ones that were here earlier...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: raises an eyebrow once more:: Man: I am?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns as he thinks that may be taken as his question:: Man: Wait.. That's not my question. :: holds up his hands::

<Old man> ::snorts and then sniffs the soup:: Of course. You think everyone I meet smells like innocence and corruption at once?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: looks surprised:: Man: Innocence and corruption? :: shakes his head, trying to process everything::

<Old man> ::the old man dishes up two bowls of soup and hands one of them to Nic:: Eat soup and relax. Many troubles come from thinking too much... ::taking his bowl, he sits down by the fire::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: takes the bowl and sips the soup, sitting down and sighing again:: Man: There is a truth I desperately need for myself. But then there is knowledge that I need for someone else.

<Old man> ::the soup is excellent, even if it does contain hallucinogenic mushrooms and other fine ingredients:: You want to know how to return a stolen voice...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods slowly, not really surprised that the man knew that:: Man: Yes. :: holds up the crystal:: It is trapped in this crystal. I assume that if you know that, you also know the truth I need as well.

<Old man> ::the old man shrugs and eats his soup:: The voice is simple enough. That which was taken by a ghost must be given back by a ghost...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: raises an eyebrow:: Man: What? But how can I get a ghost to give Therese her voice back? :: thinks:: Well.. There is one way..

<Old man> ::nod:: Usually more than one, but that depends on cunning...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: sighs and nods:: Man: I see. Thank you. :: takes another few sips of his soup:: May I be so bold as to ask for the truth I need as well?

<Old man> Asking is easy. Receiving, now that's hard...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods, taking a deep breath:: Man: I have been searching for the truth of my own recent past for some time. I received a partial clue in the form of a man who spoke in riddles. But it was not very helpful. So I ask you. Can you tell me what happened to me? Why I can't remember what happened during the first act of the Giant Nightmare?

<Old man> ::the old man sets his bowl down and stares into the fire:: I cannot give you the answers to those questions... But I can give you more questions.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: sighs:: Man: I was afraid of that. :: looks at the fire as well:: I suppose I may as well add those questions to my list.

<Old man> Where were you when the Nightmare began?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: thinks for a moment, trying to remember the time before the Nightmare began:: Man: Charouse. My family's estate was there. :: thinks again:: I was, visiting a gallery. They were considering displaying one of my works there.

<Old man> ::nod:: What else happened that day?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: thinks:: Man: I heard that a soldier was being taken to the palace to be executed. But nothing else out of the ordinary.

<Old man> One drop of red that grew to wash over a whole nation... Now... Why would you hide what you did from yourself?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: raises an eyebrow:: Man: What *I* did?

<Old man> When men hide from themselves, it is usually for two reasons. Either they have done something they cannot bear to remember, or they have seen something they cannot admit to be true...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns:: Man: You don't say... :: thinks:: So why do you suspect it was the former?

<Old man> Because of your dual aura...

<Old man> ::Nic is starting to feel the effects of the psychotropic soup, but strangely they aren't causing hallucinations. It's more like he's in a state of hyper-awareness....::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns and nods:: Man: Oh right. The corruption. :: thinks again:: So I did something I did not want to remember? Perhaps that is why he kept calling me kinsman.

<Old man> If you are a brother to the Blood Children, then you have much to forget...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns again:: Man: Blood Children?

<Old man> Those who lead the hungry packs. The Tasters of Blood...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: thinks:: Man: The tasters of blood? Blood Wolves?

<Old man> ::the old man shakes his head:: The wolves are just the spawn of the Blood Children, they are nothing more than hunger and pain made flesh. But their leaders, the Tasters of Blood, they are the true danger...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: Man: I don't suppose you could tell me how to find and defeat these Tasters of Blood?

<Old man> ::the old man laughs:: No. But I can tell you who does, if you can find them...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: raises an eyebrow:: Man: Oh?

<Old man> ::the old man raises one hand and points a finger at the glass token hanging around Nic's neck:: They can tell you much...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: looks down at the token:: Man: They?

<Old man> ::he nods:: They are few, but multiple...

<Nicolas_Belden> Man: This token? There are more than one of it?

<Old man> ::laugh:: No, the ones that symbol represents...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: raises an eyebrow again:: Man: Whom does it represent?

<Old man> The Dreaming Eye...

<Nicolas_Belden> Man: The Dreaming Eye... What is that?

<Old man> ::smile:: That's a very good question... There's only two ways to find the answer to that...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: Man: Oh?

<Old man> Either ask them, or puzzle it out for yourself... Where did you get their symbol?

<Nicolas_Belden> Man: A woman left it for me. Either by mistake or on purpose. She was in the woods, and she wore gray.

<Old man> None of the Dreaming Eye make mistakes very often, and never with their symbol. She meant you to find it...

<Nicolas_Belden> Man: I see... So that woman was one of these Dreaming Eyes? And you? Is that what you are? Is that why you know the things you do?

<Old man> ::the old man laughs:: No, I am simply an old man who unriddled so many riddles that it riddled his brain. I was once of a brotherhood of similar bent, but we are lost to each other now...

<Nicolas_Belden> Man: Lost? Is there no way you could find one another? Perhaps I could help in some way?

<Old man> ::the old man shakes his head:: We could, but I an in no hurry... There are riddles enough to keep me satisfied. The chickens are nice too...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods, finishing his soup:: Man: Yes, they are. :: puts the bowl down and sighs again:: Man: Well you have helped me greatly in one matter, and stopped me cold on the other. :: laughs::

<Old man> ::shakes his head:: Don't stop entirely. The day may come when you will need to know...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns:: Man: If my past is so terrible that I made myself forget, why would I ever *need* to know it?

<Old man> ::the night seems to go silent as the old man looks at Nic with a disturbing clarity. His voice becomes clear and resonant:: Blood-shadowed man, the day will come when a decision must be made. That decision must not be made in ignorance, or great pain will follow... ::the silence holds for a few seconds more, then the old man seems to sink into himself again:: Hate when that happens...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns again:: Man: Hate when what happens?

<Old man> The Truth. My throat always hurts for days afterward... ::the old man gets up slowly and starts to walk to his hut:: I'm going to bed...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns as he watches the man go, wanting to ask more questions but doubting the man has the answers he seeks and stands:: Man: Bonne nuit old man.

<Old man> ::the old man nods as he walks into his hut, letting the flap fall down behind him:: Sleep on it, boy... You may feel better. Or not.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods, taking a deep breath and looking around once more, before heading back to Vince's horse to make his way back to camp::

<Old man> <<<A Finished Are You!>>>


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Miette asks a favor of Nic, with unexpected consequences..

<Nicolas_Belden> :: walks out of the convent, carrying a large box, still in the process of moving out::

<Miette> ::rides into the front yard of the convent, spotting Nic:: Nic! I need to talk to you.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: drops the box and looks up, smiling::

<Miette> ::hops off Cheval and ties him in front of the convent:: Nic: Can we go
somewhere a bit more private?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: looks around, unsure where that would be now:: Uhh.. :: shrugs
and heads towards a small grove of trees a short distance from the convent::

<Miette> ::follows him over to the trees:: This works. ::sighs:: I just came from talking
to Damien..

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns slightly:: What happened?

<Miette> ::shrugs:: This could be good, or it could be bad. It might be just what you
have wanted. He will give up one antidote to the poison in exchange for one person to go
with him to see the Red Queen. I thought of you, because I know you have been
searching for answers, but he can not promise safety.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns:: I see.. And this antidote is to cure your cousin?

<Miette> ::nods:: Yes, but if you do not wish to go, that is fine. I will not force you to
do this, or even ask it of you. I simply wanted to tell you his terms in case you wished to
use this opportunity to get your answers. Assuming she will give any.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods slowly:: I'll do it..

<Miette> ::sighs:: Are you sure Nic? You are my friend, and I do not want to lose you.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: smiles a bit:: I'll be fine.

<Miette> ::frowns, but nods:: If you are sure.. I will take you to him.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods and motions for her to lead the way::

<Miette> ::walks out of the little grove of trees and toward the woods where she last
spoke to Damien, listening for the sound of his flute::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: follows her, frowning again when she can't see::

<Miette> ::gets closer to the woods, hearing the flute, and follows the sound::

<Damien> ::since she's listening for it, the sound of the flute is not hard to pick out.
Damien's leaning against his tree, playing a duet with a nearby bird. As Miette and Nic
approach, the bird suddenly falls dead::

<Miette> ::raises an eyebrow at the dead bird:: Damien: Nice touch.

<Damien> ::shrugs and tucks the flute in his belt:: Never did like gannets... So, sister,
have you found a volunteer? ::grins at Nic:: I see you have, and a rather interesting one
at that...

<Miette> ::stops out of the reach of his arm:: Damien: Nic is my best friend. If you or
your queen harm him, I will not protect you. In fact, I would hunt you myself.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: eyes Damien but doesn't speak::

<Damien> ::grin:: Paranoid, aren't you? Though frankly, how you'd find out what the
Queen did or didn't do is beyond me... It's not like you're going with. Or are you?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: speaks up:: No, she's not.

<Miette> ::raises an eyebrow:: Damien: I am not. If I did, you would have more than
just my unit after you to get me back.

<Damien> ::grin:: Even with the antidote, Jean-Marie won't be in any condition to chase
people for a while...

<Miette> ::laughs:: Damien: I was not referring to Jean-Marie. My beau, and the unit he
used to command, would give you no rest until I was returned safely.

<Damien> ::yawns:: Sister dear sister, is all this threatening necessary? You don't like
what I am, though your feelings on me myself may be somewhat different. You don't
need to prove your distate to me.

<Miette> ::sighs:: Damien: I can not like what you are, no matter how much I may still
love you. But please Damien, Nic is the man who saved the life of my daughter. I wish
you could give me some assurance of his safety.

<Damien> ::blink:: Daughter? When did this happen? Is the father anyone I've been
introduced to?

<Miette> ::laughs:: Still the protective big brother, no matter how evil you may be when
I am not around. She was an orphan Damien. I adopted her and her older brother.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns and speaks quietly, but not too quietly:: Likely just wants to
slaughter the whole family together..

<Damien> ::sniffs at Nic:: I'm sensing a great deal of prejudice...

<Miette> ::nudges Nic:: Nic: If Damien wished to kill me, he has had ample opportunity
up to this point.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: ignores Miette, staring at Damien:: Really? Is it still prejudice if it
is justified?

<Damien> You'll have to ask a semanticist. As for me, I'm simply trying to look out for
my dear little sister, in the hopes that I won't have to kill her some day...

<Miette> ::smirks and murmurs:: Good luck if it comes to that..

<Damien> ::shrug:: I'd rather it didn't come to that.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: doesn't take his eyes off Damien:: I will not believe a word you say,
as I have no reason to. So you may as well stop trying to convince me of your goodness.

<Damien> ::laugh:: Don't you just love it when people come to you with questions, but
refuse to believe you no matter what?

<Miette> ::shrugs:: Damien: We have good reason to not believe your kind.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns:: I did not ask a question about Miette or her children.

<Miette> ::laughs:: Damien: He is right. You asked the questions, not him.

<Damien> Nic: She has explained the bargain, correct? In return for one dose of
antidote, you agree to come with me to Her Sanguine Majesty...

<Miette> ::frowns, trying not to beg Nic to reconsider::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods slowly:: Yes, however I believe there are now two victims, so
you will give us two cures.

<Miette> ::shakes her head:: Nic: He will not. I tried.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: stays focused on Damien::

<Damien> Of course, though as I explained to her, that would require two people... It's
hardly my fault the other fellow meddled with my venom and got what he deserved.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: shakes his head:: Both men were victims of your -one- spider's
venom, thus it -is- your fault. And you will give us two cures if I agree to go with you.

<Damien> ::shakes his head:: The trade is one for one, or the deal's off and your friends
can find out how much dying of blackblood venom hurts...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns, thinking::

<Miette> ::twists her fingers in her skirts as she waits::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: takes a deep breath and turns to Miette:: I am sorry..

<Miette> ::nods:: Nic: I told you it is your choice, and I meant what I said. ::hugs him::
I do not wish to lose you either.

<Miette> ::turns to Damien:: Damien: Please. You can not ask me to choose friends to
send with you to an unknown fate. Give me the antidote.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns:: He won't.

<Damien> ::folds his arms and shakes his head:: I never asked you to choose friends... I
only asked for willing company.

<Miette> Damien: And who do you expect would be willing? If Nic will not go, I
promise you that no one else will.

<Damien> ::shrug:: Oh well... I suppose I'll be going, then. ::adjusts his hat as he steps
away from the tree::

<Miette> ::takes a step toward him:: Damien please!

<Damien> ::holds up his hands:: 'Please, Damien, show some mercy'? Is that what you
want to say, dear sister?

<Miette> ::frowns, her eyes starting to sparkle with temper that he ought to remember
well from childhood:: It seems you have none left!

<Nicolas_Belden> :: steps forward, an odd sort of grin on his face:: You will get no
sacrifices of any kind legion spawn. So I suggest you run along back to her majesty.

<Damien> ::grins:: Mercy is a lie, Miette. It always was. There is only the weak and the
strong...

<Damien> The predator and the prey.

<Damien> ::grins at Nic:: Be careful who you try to bully, fugitive. You may have a
foot on my side of the line, but you're still nothing compared to me...

<Miette> ::sighs and shakes her head, knowing she will never convince him otherwise::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: continues to grin:: I do not have to bully you, you are just a shell, a
remnant of the person who once was. So return to your master, dog, and leave us in
peace. Oh, and tell her majesty that this player is leaving the stage, and if she does not
like that she can prepare to play herself in a death scene, written by Nicolas Belden de
Molyneux!

<Damien> :: Damien laughs:: Bark all you want, little dog... No one's listening. ::gives
Miette a mocking kiss on the cheek, then turns and walks away::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: watches Damien, still grinning:: I will enjoy seeing the day when
the remnant sees what he really is. Nothing but a twisted memory. :: turns back to
Miette, looking strangely content::

<Miette> ::sighs and watches Damien walk away, with a hand on her cheek where he
kissed her, then looks over at Nic with a smile:: Nic: I must admit I am actually glad you
stayed. And I am proud of you for standing up to him.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: pulls a handkerchief from his coat and wipes her cheek where the
kiss was, dropping the cloth and rubbing it in the dirt:: I'm surprised you let that thing
kiss you.

<Miette> ::shrugs:: It is hard for me you know. He is my brother, but at the same time
he is not. Though I know what he is, it is hard to not love him still.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: looks at her:: You have memories of him, the real him, that is the
brother you should love and care for. That remnant, shell, whatever it is, is nothing more
than a twisted memory, something the Red Queen has stolen from you and used against
you.

<Miette> ::nods:: I know that, but I thought he was dead. I dreamed of the day I might
see him again, and now I have. It is difficult to give that up.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: But you must. :: looks worried:: She will use it against you,
any hesitation, any pause, and she will strike. Do NOT trust that the remnant will not
harm you.

<Miette> ::sighs:: I know Nic, and I know that the bolts I carry mean that the task of
killing him may well fall to me.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: looks around:: I would be careful when mentioning such things.. ::
looks back at her, his eyes not quite as cloudy and unfocused as before:: I really am sorry
about your cousin..

<Miette> ::nods:: Nic: I know. I would not ask anyone to do such a thing though.
Whatever happens to him, it is not your fault. Perhaps Selena will return with a cure.
:: peers at his eyes curiously:: How are you feeling?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: smiles a bit:: I feel fine..

<Miette> ::raises an eyebrow:: Fine? Something is different.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns, thinking:: It is? :: looks down at himself, turning a full
circle::

<Miette> ::laughs:: Nic: It is in your eyes. They are more focused.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: raises an eyebrow:: Really? :: crosses his eyes, getting a little dizzy
and shaking his head:: I'll take your word for it. Heh. :: smiles::

<Miette> ::giggles:: Nic: We ought to go back.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: I have to finish moving out. :: frowns slightly:: Though I
am not sure where to.

<Miette> ::shrugs:: Why do you have to move out? No one will take your room from
you.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: shrugs:: It is too loud in there now. And I do not exactly fit in.. ::
smirks::

<Miette> ::ducks under a low hanging branch:: You could get a small place in Phenix.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: raises an eyebrow:: What for? I am not a member of the patrol
anymore..

<Miette> ::shrugs:: Then why not come back?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns:: I do not think Jean-Marie would... :: pauses:: The Duke!
He said if I needed anything to see him.. :: looks to her:: Do you think he would
reinstate me?

<Miette> ::shrugs:: We are certainly down a few members. If he does not, come to me.
I will speak to him.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods, smiling:: I have missed the tenth..

<Miette> ::laughs:: I have missed you, though I can not speak for the others.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: I suppose I should go speak to the Duke..

<Miette> ::smiles:: Good luck.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods and leaves her at the convent with a bow, turning to head
towards Bascone::

<Miette> ::smiles as she watches him go, hoping fervently that Selena will return with a
cure::

<Nicolas_Belden> <<<<Fin>>>>


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A nightmarish encounter..

<Ron_SWEF> ACTION: Nic is dreaming. He's aware of this fact, because hey, grey mist everywhere and he's dressed in an outfit he lost a couple years ago...

<Ron_SWEF> ACTION: Granted, this is a lot more peaceful that his usual dreams, but
maybe there will be blood and guts later. You never know.

<Ron_SWEF> ACTION: Aside from Nic, the only thing visible in this misty dreamscape
is a tall but leafless tree, with a lantern hanging from one branch...

<Ron_SWEF> <<<Begin>>>

<Nicolas_Belden> :: raises an eyebrow and looks around, before moving to the tree::

<Ron_SWEF> ::as Nic approaches the tree, the mist suddenly vanishes. A blue-green
moon hangs in the sky, casting a strange light over everything. A young woman with
short dark hair sits under the tree, clad in a flowing dress of ancient style:: You're
unexpected... ::slight smile::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: smiles slightly and bows:: I apologize for intruding mademoiselle..

<Ron_SWEF> <Mademoiselle> ::gestures to the soft grass around her:: I didn't say you
were unwelcome, merely ...unexpected. Since you're here, it'd be rude to ignore you.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: looks back at her:: Where exactly am I?

<Ron_SWEF> <Mademoiselle> You're in the Dreaming.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: raises an eyebrow:: Oh? And what exactly is that?

<Ron_SWEF> <Mademoiselle> ::smiles:: The Dreaming is difficult to describe. It is
that moment between sleeping and waking, when you understand everything around you
but forget the moment your eyes open...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: I see.. I do not know this state, as I often try to avoid sleep.

<Ron_SWEF> <Mademoiselle> But when you do sleep, you pass through the Dreaming
and go straight to the Nightmare.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods slowly::

<Ron_SWEF> <Mademoiselle> The passionate girl, who gave you the opal, what did she
tell you about it?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: thinks:: Just that it was from a ghost we all met, who went by the
name Greysilks.. And that the opal would either quiet bad dreams, or lead someone to
the Dreaming.

<Ron_SWEF> ::the mademoiselle laughs:: Welcome to the Dreaming, Nicolas... Would
you rather have the quiet dreams?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: thinks:: I would.. If I stay awake forever I will fail the patrol and let everyone down, but if I allow myself to sleep as things are now, I am certain something bad will happen when the darkness finally catches me before I can wake.

<Ron_SWEF> <Mademoiselle> ::hesitates:: There is something in the Nightmare
chasing you, Nicolas, and terrible things will happen if it catches you. But I am not sure
we of the Dreaming can protect you from it.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: sighs and sits down:: I was afraid of that.. I cannot even attempt to
combat whatever it is, as it has no form in my dreams, and the drive to not let it near is
too strong for my curiosity to force me to try and fight it.

<Ron_SWEF> <Mademoiselle> It has a form... But it is one you don't want to see, so
you see nothing.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: raises an eyebrow:: Really?

<Ron_SWEF> <Mademoiselle> ::nods slowly:: We of the Dreaming have been
watching you, Nicolas. You could have become one of our number, but there is
something within you, something we cannot accept.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns:: I see.. I am not surprised by this..

<Ron_SWEF> ::another voice comes from behind the tree:: You shouldn't be. You
know you're too dangerous to be allowed around others...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: looks up as the voice speaks:: That is true.. Though I do not fully
understand why.

<Ron_SWEF> ::the speaker steps out from behind the tree, and the woman recoils in
instinctive fear. He wears Nic’s face and clothing, but he seems crueler somehow, with a
smile that looks like a knife and eyes that reek of madness::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: stands and steps between the woman and, himself::

<Ron_SWEF> ::the other Nic pulls his blood-red staff from behind him and leans on it,
smiling:: Aww, look at the big bad protector. You have no idea what she is, or you'd step
aside and let me have her...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns:: I clearly do not have all of the facts in this situation, so I
am forced to act on what I see. And what I see in her is a woman afraid of you.

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> ::gives the woman a razor smile, parting his lips just enough
to show that yes, his teeth are gleaming steel. She steps back, crossing her forearms in a
warding gesture:: She's a Dreamer, one of a mystical fraternity who lurk in the realm
between the waking world and the subconscious, learning everyone's secrets. They
meddle sometimes, and because they do it in the Dreaming they can completely tie your
mind in knots..

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> And you'll never know why...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: stands his ground:: Perhaps those they meddle with deserve such a
fate.

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> Maybe. Maybe not. How do you know? Can you know?
Can you trust them not to wipe all this from your mind before you wake up? Can you
trust them to let you wake up at all?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: shrugs:: Perhaps it would be best if I didn't.. But as you said, how
can I know? I seem destined to have questions with no answers, even when the people
who hold such answers are standing right in front of me.

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> I'll tell you everything you want to know, all you had to do
was ask... ::grin:: Most of the time you're too scared of me.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns:: I have never spoken with you before..

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> And whose fault is that? ::grin::

<Ron_SWEF> <Mademoiselle> ::shakes her head slowly:: Trust me or not as you
choose, but be very careful of ANYTHING he tells you. He is of the Nightmare...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods to the woman, turning back to, himself:: I did not know you
existed, so I would say it is your fault for not making yourself known to me earlier.

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> You knew I was there. Who do you think you've been
dreaming about? Who do you think has saved you from the dangers of the waking
world?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: raises an eyebrow:: Saved me?

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> ::grin:: Saved you. In Phenix. In Vergogne. In Charouse.
I'm the reason you're not dancing on the Red Queen's chain, slave to her will like all the
others.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: thinks:: I see.. So why do you save me? You seem the type to
want to be one of her majesty's players.

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> ::laughs, a slightly demented sound:: I do admire her style
somewhat, but I don't take orders from ANYONE. I am my own master.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: raises an eyebrow:: Oh? Then why bother saving me? If you feel
compelled to do so, does that not diminish your total control over yourself?

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> ::shrugs a little:: If you die, I might lose my connection to
the waking world. Keeping you safe is a small thing to trade for it.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: I see. But of what interest is the waking world to something
like you?

<Ron_SWEF> ::he shrugs:: Places to go, things to see, people to play with... In here,
you can never be sure will happen... When I gut a person in the waking world, they stay
dead.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns:: Should I be naive and think that the hand you use to
commit such an act, would be any one but my own?

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> Well, I do conjure up a bunch more...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: raises an eyebrow:: Oh? How?

<Ron_SWEF> ACTION: The other Nic throws his head back and laughs, a laugh of pure
insanity. The woman cringes as the maniacal sound rings through the nocturnal
dreamscape, and shapes begin to appear in the darkness. Tall shapes, with hooded cloaks
and large curved blades attached to their arms...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: looks around, stepping back, closer to the woman:: I heard of these
creatures.. They were in Phenix..

<Ron_SWEF> ::the Laughing Ones gather around the copy, as he gives Nic a grin::
Yes... That was a fun night.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns again:: So you called them there? Is that also how I found
myself there with no knowledge of the journey?

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> ::shrugs:: I had to get there somehow... It was too perfect
an opportunity to pass up.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: narrows his eyes:: How many innocents died with the slavers?

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> ::shrugs a little:: Very few, actually. There's no fun in
killing the helpless. Those who did die were already on their way to the next world, I just
helped them get there a little quicker. Cleaner, too, compared to what those furry
amateurs had in mind.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: I see.. Well while I do not particularly like the idea of you
random slaughtering people, I do not consider the slavers people, so I suppose I am not
upset for that. But what about Vergogne?

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> ::shrugs again:: Another golden opportunity. Unfortunately,
that little spider boy was too slippery for me to catch.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: smirks:: He seems to be good at that alright.. Too bad really..

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> There will be other chances... But in the meantime... ::the
Laughing Ones start their barking laugh again as they move to circle around Nic::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns and looks around at them, reaching for the staff that is
usually across his back, forgetting that it broke some time ago::

<Ron_SWEF> ::the woman takes another step back, her fingers tracing a pattern in the
air in front of her. Silver threads form between them, but they aren't of much help as one
of the hyena-men slashes at her with a blade::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: jumps back and tries to push her out of the way::

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> Don't shield her. They'll just cut through you as well, they're
very focused that way.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns:: I can be focused too.. :: kicks at the hyenas, wishing his
had his staff back::

<Ron_SWEF> ::the hyenas allow him to drive them back for a moment, but then a blade
slices in to leave a burning pain across his left bicep!::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: jumps back, wincing::

<Ron_SWEF> ::the woman presses something into his hand, he's not sure what exactly it
feels like except for ...squirming:: Use this...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns and pulls his hand around, looking at whatever it is::

<Ron_SWEF> ::his eyes can't make out what it is exactly, but then it lengthens out into a
staff of misty grey::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: smirks:: Merci mademoiselle. :: turns to the hyenas:: My turn. ::
spins to strike at the nearest group with the grey staff::

<Ron_SWEF> ::the hyenas fight back with their arm blades, but the staff shatters them
with each strike. Soon it is smashing into the hyenas themselves, and each blow
disintegrates its victim::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: grins and keeps moving, thrusting and swinging the staff in a blur,
determined not to stop until all of the hyenas are gone::

<Ron_SWEF> ::the other Nic applauds when the last hyena is gone:: So very heroic. I
would be impressed...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: stops and turns to face him:: Would be?

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> If this were the waking world. Dreamstuff doesn't carry the
weight there that it does here.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: Ah.. I see. So what now?

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> Now you step aside, or we dance.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: stands his ground, bringing the grey staff up:: Fine, so be it.

<Ron_SWEF> :the other Nic laughs and raises his blood-red staff. He spins it, stepping
forward and attacking relentlessly::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: steps back, swinging his own staff to block and deflect the other's
blows::

<Ron_SWEF> ::the staves meet with cracking sounds, grey chips flying with each blow.
The grey staff is actually fracturing under the force of the attack::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns as he notices the chips, but keeps it up::

<Ron_SWEF> ::the blows keep coming, the copy grinning wolfishly at Nic. Finally
the grey staff breaks, pieces flying in all directions! He grins:: Had enough?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: steps back and frowns:: No! :: rushes at him, trying to tackle him
to the ground::

<Ron_SWEF> ::the copy meets the charge full on with the center of his staff. He
falls backwards into a roll, throwing Nic behind him with the application of a foot. When he gets to his feet he is between Nic and the mysterious woman::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: jumps back to his feet and turns:: So what is your quarrel with her?
:: tries to circle around to reach the woman::

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> ::moves to keep between Nic and the woman, who is trying
desperately to do ...something and apparently failing:: It's nothing personal. I don't like
meddlers, especially ones who try to lock me away from where I want to go...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns:: I see.. So you are upset because I called her here to help
me be rid of you?

<Ron_SWEF> ::shrugs:: Well that, and I haven't killed anything in a while...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: narrows his eyes and rushes at him again, dropping low into a roll,
trying to knock his legs out from under him::

<Ron_SWEF> ACTION: The other Nic spins away from the attack, laughing. Whirling
his staff around, he pulls back his arm and throws it like a javelin! The red weapon
pieces the woman through the chest, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she falls!

<Nicolas_Belden> :: gets back to his feet and growls, moving to catch her::

<Ron_SWEF> ::the copy laughs as she sags into Nic’s arms, the wound in her chest
pouring sticky grey blood onto her dress. Her eyes are wide with pain as she labors
desperately for breaths that will not come::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns:: I'm sorry.. It is my fault, I called you here..

<Ron_SWEF> ::the woman gives Nic one last look, then sags bonelessly in his arms.
The other Nic steps over just long enough to jerk the staff from her body, and lick a little
of the blood from it:: Feh... Tastes like licorice...

<Nicolas_Belden> :: turns to face him again, once again rushing at him angrily, not really
having another option::

<Ron_SWEF> ::the copy sidesteps again, smacking Nic across the back with his
staff to help him along:: Don't waste your time. You're no match for me and you know
it. In a moment I'll send you back to your own dreams, and I'll stop bothering you there.
But be warned, every time you come after me in the Dreaming, I will kill someone else.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: lands on the ground in a heap, not bothering to get back up:: If you
stop intruding on my dreams I won't have a reason to come after you here..

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> Then it's a fair trade all around, isn't it? ::takes another lick
from his staff::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods slowly:: I suppose.. I guess I would be wasting my breath if I
tried to come to some sort of agreement on the other issue, that of those laughing ones..

<Ron_SWEF> ::laughs:: When another golden opportunity arises, I'll set them loose...
There's no way you can stop me.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns and sighs:: You may be right.. But I have no way of
knowing either way. Just one more question, what exactly are you? Where did you
come from?

<Ron_SWEF> <Other Nic> ::laughs:: I'm you. I'm the you that took what the Red
Queen offered, but broke the chains that came with it. In a way, I am the Madness.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: sighs:: I was afraid of that..

<Ron_SWEF> ::the copy laughs, and the scene fades away until Nic awakens in his
bed. The Dream Opal having shattered into shimmering dust in his hand...::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: tips his hand, letting the dust fall away:: Well.. That was
productive.. :: lies back down::

<Nicolas_Belden> <<<<End>>>>


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Sitting at Miette's bedside, waiting for the doctor..

   Nic sat quietly in a chair, watching Miette sleep soundly in the bed next to him, having had laid her there after Madeline told him the room was empty and was suitable, before she ran off to get the doctor. After sitting there for a while, silently watching her sleep, Nic sighed. “I hope she’ll be alright..” He said quietly to himself.

“Why? So she can go back to ignoring you?”

Nic looked around quickly, trying to find the source of the voice. “Is someone there?” He asked in a low voice.

“Nope, just you and the dying medic.”

He was still unable to see the person talking to him, but he stood anyway, still looking around and speaking quietly. “Who are you?”

“I’m you.” Out from the shadows stepped the evil Nicolas from his dream before, wearing everything he had in the dream, along with a wicked grin.

Nic was obviously shaken. “How?.. How can you be here?!” He almost shouted, before remembering Miette was there and keeping his voice low.

The evil Nic laughed and walked over to stand next to the bed, looking down at Miette. “She really is lovely.. Such a shame..”

Nic followed himself over to the bed, frowning. “She is –not- going to die..” He said sternly, likely trying to convince himself along with…himself.

“Oh I didn’t mean that, I meant it is a shame her beauty is wasted on the likes of that brainless mayor.” Evil Nic reaches down to brush a strand of hair out of Miette’s sleeping face.

Nic moved quickly to push himself away from her, raising his voice again. “Don’t touch her!”

“Oh come now, don’t try to tell me you haven’t thought that same thing, I’m in your head remember? I know you. I am you. Just the stronger you.” Evil Nic grinned wickedly once again as he stepped back, leaving Miette alone for now.

Nic found it difficult to think as he stood face to face with the dark version of himself from his dreams. His thoughts turned to seriously worrying about the welfare of everyone nearby, if the dark version of him was actually in fact standing there.

Evil Nic laughed once again, obviously picking up on Nic’s thoughts. “Don’t worry, I’m not really here. I’m still in your head, and only you can see and hear me right now.”

“Oh.. That’s good..” Nic answered quietly, sitting down once again. “Well then, leave me alone.”

“Gladly, but that isn’t possible. And since I cannot leave I have decided to do something about the annoying thoughts in your head that bother me every day. Like for instance your feelings for her.” Evil Nic motioned to the sleeping Miette.

Nic looked over at Miette but didn’t answer, frowning.

“You don’t have to answer me, I am in your mind, remember? I know you have feelings for her, you’re just too weak to do anything about them.” His grin became more wicked as he spoke. “You know that fool doesn’t deserve her.”

“That is not for me to decide..” Nic answered quietly.

Evil Nic laughed once more. “You are so pathetic. This is why you have been alone since Charouse, you are weak, you lack the drive to take what you want from the nightmare stage that you find yourself on.”

Nic looked up, frowning. “I am not like you.. I do not just take what I want with no regard for others.” He answered, sounding stern once again.

“Oh come now. If you are so worried about the well being of others, consider this. The nightmare is only going to get worse, her majesty is going to start clearing the stage. And when that happens, who will be better equipped to protect Miette? You? Or that idiot mayor?” Evil Nic shrugged as he asked his question.

“I… I would.. But I can protect her just fine as things are now..” Nic answered quietly.

Evil Nic smirked as he spoke again, pushing away from the wall to walk around the small room. “You can, but why should you? If she is just going to ignore you and run into his arms every night after you look out for her all day, even save her life sometimes.” He grinned wickedly once again. “Tell me, is that fair of her? What makes him more worthy than you?”

Nic frowned, not answering right away. “I don’t know why he is more worthy.. But apparently he is…” He looked back at Miette, then to the other him, getting upset. “Why are you saying these things?! Just go away and leave me alone!”

“I told you why. Because your thoughts disgust me and I cannot just leave your mind. Besides, being you, I find myself feeling a strange pull towards her as well, and if you manage to win her, then I too can experience it.” His grin turned from simply wicked, to bordering on disturbing.

“I cannot win her… So you might as well just go away, nothing you say will change her mind, especially since she can’t even hear you.” Nic sighed and stood up. “Now go.”

Evil Nic shrugged and nodded. “Alright, I’ll leave. But think about what I said. You have to be getting tired of being alone. I know I’m tired of you whining about it in your mind.” His laugh echoed as he vanished into the shadows, his voice fading away to nothingness.

Nic stood silently, frowning at what just took place. “Maybe I –am- crazy..” He said quietly as he sat back down in the chair, looking at Miette once again.


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Dead witches and sleeping beauties..

<Nicolas_Belden> ACTION: It has been several hours since Martin and the group left the fishing village and made camp. Nic had carried Miette to a comfortable spot and laid out a bedroll for her to lie on while she slept off whatever had caused her and Selena to be unconscious for the trip back.

<Nicolas_Belden> ACTION: It is now the middle of the night and most everyone is asleep, aside from Nic. Who is currently sitting near the still sleeping Miette, watching over her.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: watches Miette sleep, smiling::

<Nicolas_Belden> <Dark Nic> :: whispers in Nic's ear from the shadowed corner of his
mind:: Isn't she beautiful? To think such beauty is being wasted on that idiot mayor.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods, frowning as he whispers himself:: He doesn't deserve her..
But do I?

<Nicolas_Belden> <Dark Nic> :: laughs:: You just saved her life didn't you? You were
ready to give your soul to save her. What has that fool done for her? Aside from get her
in trouble.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: looks to the side, as if the person talking in his ear were actually
sitting there:: That's true.. :: looks back to Miette and leans down, reaching up to brush a
stray strand of hair from her face::

<Nicolas_Belden> <Dark Nic> I wonder how grateful she'll be when she wakes and
learns what you did for her.. Probably not grateful enough, not as grateful as she would
be if that idiot mayor had been the one to rescue her.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns:: Probably not.. :: leans down and kisses her gently, then
sits back up and sighs, staring out into the darkness::

<Miette_Loupe> ::stirs in her sleep, moaning softly at a dream::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: looks back to her, wondering if he should try and wake her or leave
her be::

<Miette_Loupe> ::opens her eyes, seeing Nic staring down at her, then looks around and
back at him, confused:: Nic: What? Where?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: smiles:: We made camp. You have been unconscious for several
hours.

<Miette_Loupe> ::frowns:: Nic: The chapel.. the town.. what happened?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: pauses only a moment, before telling her everything that happened
after she was trapped in the window::

<Miette_Loupe> ::listens, watching his face:: Nic: Your soul?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: For a moment I mis-understood her words and thought that
if I simply gave it to her she might release you.

<Miette_Loupe> ::frowns:: But why would you..?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: shrugs:: To save you. You're more important than I am. :: smiles::

<Miette_Loupe> ::frowns again and shakes her head:: I am no one anymore..

<Nicolas_Belden> :: raises an eyebrow:: What do you mean?

<Miette_Loupe> ::shrugs:: We are all the same now Nic. No one more important than
anyone else.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: shakes his head:: I wasn't talking about your nobility, I was a noble
myself, remember? :: smiles:: I was talking about your worth to the patrol.. They need
you, their doctor. More than they need an insane painter..

<Miette_Loupe> ::smiles:: You know more about the state of things right now than all of
us put together. We need your brand of insanity.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: laughs a bit and shrugs:: I cannot attest to that. I believe what I say
always, but I doubt anyone else pays much attention to it most of the time.

<Miette_Loupe> ::shrugs:: I do.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: perks up and smiles:: Oh?

<Miette_Loupe> ::nods:: You are the only one who can even begin to understand my
brother. And the only one with any answers for me about how I can possibly save him..

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods slowly:: Of course, and I will help any way I can. :: smiles,
then looks worried for a moment:: Oh, I wasn't thinking. Are you alright? There is no
residual effects from whatever spell you were under?

<Miette_Loupe> ::takes a few deep breaths and wiggles her fingers and toes:: I do not
think so..

<Nicolas_Belden> :: smiles again and nods:: That's good..

<Miette_Loupe> ::smiles:: Thank you Nic.. but had you given your life for mine..
::shivers::

<Nicolas_Belden> :: shrugs:: It was not necessary. :: smiles::

<Miette_Loupe> ::frowns:: But if it had been..

<Nicolas_Belden> :: shrugs again:: As I said, you are more important than I.

<Miette_Loupe> ::shakes her head:: I do not know if I could have lived with the
knowledge.. you are my best friend Nic. I value my life, but losing you would have hurt
so much..

<Nicolas_Belden> :: smiles at her words, then frowns a bit and nods:: I am sorry.. But I
would do anything to save you.

<Miette_Loupe> ::sighs:: Then I hope it never does become necessary.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: I'm just glad you're safe. :: smiles::

<Miette_Loupe> ::smiles back at him and nods, then looks around for familiar
landmarks:: Did martin say how close we are?

<Miette_Loupe> <Martin>

<Nicolas_Belden> :: shakes his head:: We haven't moved again yet, simply brought you
and Selena here and made camp.

<Miette_Loupe> ::nods:: I am not certain that I want to go home..

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns a bit:: Why not?

<Miette_Loupe> ::wipes at her eyes, fighting tears:: Did I ever tell you about that day? I
hid in the crypt while my home was destroyed..

<Nicolas_Belden> :: moves closer and puts an arm around her shoulders:: The day of the
madness?

<Miette_Loupe> ::leans against him and nods:: When I came out the next morning I
found the bodies of my parents in the rubble.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: frowns and hugs her tight:: The nightmare claimed many that day..
My family was in Charouse when it happened..

<Miette_Loupe> ::shivers a little:: And would you want to go back there?

<Nicolas_Belden> :: thinks for a moment:: To get answers.. Yes.

<Miette_Loupe> ::frowns:: I do not need answers. And I do not want to see home again.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods:: Perhaps Martin will allow you to stay behind and make
camp outside the city?

<Miette_Loupe> ::shakes her head:: I can not do that. I may be needed.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: nods slowly:: True.. Well I will stay close to you when we arrive..
If you need me. :: smiles::

<Miette_Loupe> ::nods and slips her arms around him, hugging him tight:: Thank you
Nic. I do not know what I would do without you.

<Nicolas_Belden> :: smiles again and tilts his head to look down at her, quietly smelling
her hair:: I hope you never have to find out..

<Nicolas_Belden> <<<<End>>>>


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