Ch 4 Questions
As the two got off the train at her stop, Cassandra clenched her fists.
She had to calm down…
"You know it's not my fault you burst out yelling." The 'jester' snorted.
"You decided to yell so you did. Gotta take responsibilities for your actions Cassi."
A smirk parted his lips, his sharp teeth showing again.
"Jackle why did you even DO that?" Cassandra stared at him.
"Because it was the spur of the moment and I was bored. You can't say you don't like that song anyways." He snickered and glanced to the side at her. "It's. a. good. Song."
Cassandra just ignored him, and kept walking down a small path near to the train station. It reached though a nearby forest and as the two went up the path a large house came into view.
Jackle stared at it as they went closer to it. It was a really big house, practically a mansion. The driveway was long and it parted, a line of grass in the middle of the part and a fountain.
"Wow. Nice crib you've got."
"Yeah yeah. Thanks. My Mom is a doctor while my dad is a Senator…"
She sighed. Yeah. They were always so….busy. Their 'jobs' were more important to them then their own child.
Well….at least that's what she thought.
As Cassandra opened the front door and walked in, she called out quietly.
"…Mom, Dad, I'm home."
"…"
The house was silent.
Yep. They weren't home.
But maybe that's a good thing….
Cassandra thought, looking back at Jackle.
"So…uh…..you hungry? Or do you not eat?"
"You have food?" Jackle smirked. "Then yes, I'm very hungry. Get to the kitchen woman and make me a sammich."
"…." Cassandra just stared at him for a moment, her body tensing up. He was using that stereotypical line…she HATED that.
As her glare intensified, Jackle snickered.
"Touchy crowd~" He cackled, floating off and down one of the large halls.
"I'll just find the kitchen myself~"
"Fine whatever." Cassandra muttered, stomping up the stairs of the main foyer and down the railed hallway. She put her hand on the doorknob of her room and opened it.
She stopped though before she entered and yelled back for Jackle.
"AND DON'T DESTROY ANYTHING JACKLE! IF YOU DO I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD!"
All she got back was her echoed yell, but she didn't care that he didn't respond.
If he did anything it was his funeral.
Her room was flourished and large with some plants hanging from the celine and vines panted on one of the yellow walls. It was a very colorful room. Her bed was large and plush, it had a flowered white bedspread and fluffy pillows.
Infact her whole room was plush. Her carpet, vanity, chairs, she even had a kotatsu draping over her Chinese styled table.
She plopped her stuff down on the floor immidiatly as she entered and ran to her bed, jumping and soaring onto it.
She. Was. Exhausted.
Cassandra just laid there, face down for awhile, slowly dozing off.
Where ever Jackle was…at least he wasn't being noisy….oh yeah…wait she left Jackle alone, wandering the house….
She immediately rolled over and sat up tiredly.
"Ugh…."
"Something wrong~?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" She screamed and jumped back, hitting her head on the back board.
Jackle responded quickly in a crumbling strain of laughter.
"Kehehehehe~! You're so easily startled!"
"…." Cassandra was just about ready to punch him in his stupid, ugly, nose less face….she, at this point, was steaming.
Jackle obviously caught on to her rage, thus, in response quieted his snickering.
"Keheheheh~"
"Laugh any more and I'll hurt you." She glared.
"Oh you're in no position to harm me girl. If anything I'm placed in the correct position to do so to you." He glanced over at her as he floated around her large room. "So you like fluffy things huh~?"
"…..Is there a problem with that?" She huffed.
"Nope, no problem here. Just really girly."
Cassandra just sighed and pretended to not have heard him. Guess now it was the time to ask the questions…
"Question Tiiiiiiime~!" Jackle chanted and floated over to her, floating now in a sitting position.
"Ask away."
"…."
"I totally called that." Jackle sneered.
"Just shut up…." Cassandra looked away.
"Now tell me….what's a Nightmaren…?"
Jackle closed his eyes. "Nightmaren are the inhabitants of the reality parallel to yours, the Dream World, or how I know it as, The Dream Gate." He touts in a matter-o-factly way.
"We, the Nightmaren, are in charge of, in most cases, creating and distributing Nightmares among those of the 'Waking World', otherwise known as your world."
"Alright…so then if you're from there then why are you here?"
Cassandra leaned back while looking at him.
"I am here, in the Waking World, to help you, my finder, find and harvest your ideya. There are 5 ideya."
…..
"Wait whoa, slow down there partner." She looked at him skeptically. "Idiot….ya…?"
"Ih-dee-yah. Ideya. Now you say it." Jackle snickered.
"…Ideya…Kay so I can say it, now what does it mean?" She pouted and crossed her arms. he was beginning to treat her like a kid.
"Ideya are the life force inside of all mortals. They're parts of your soul...5 parts to be exact."
"Uh-huh….that still doesn't tell me much…." She stared at him.
"…..I just told you. Ih-Dee-Yah. It's the parts of your soul…and there are different kinds." He stopped his floating around and leaned back in mid air.
"Ideya of courage-red, ideya of purity-white, ideya of intelligence-blue, ideya of growth-green, and finally the ideya of hope-yellow. You understand?"
"….Do I have any?" She asked, feeling calmer now that she is getting the facts.
"Yes…." He stared at her. "You have the Ideya of Courage…"
"Does that mean anything? And…that's the only one?"
"It means that you have found natural courage in your daily life…however with the growing numbers of beings in the waking world losing their ideya, it's hard to find those with the ideya of courage." He smirked and stared right at her.
"Like I said, you're an 'interesting little girl'."
"….." She smiled. "Alright….so….um…how do we go about getting….my other ideya back?" She asked, staring back at him. This moment between them was really calm…and collected. He wasn't yelling or floating around anymore-
"I have no idea~"
"…"
Moment ruined.
"What do you mean you have no idea….?" She stared at him skeptically.
"I mean I have no idea. The portal hasn't opened and I dunno when it will~" He snickered.
"….."
She once again sighed and rubbed her temples. "Is there….anything else you need to tell me? Like….How do we lose our ideya! You never explained that! And what's 'the portal'?"
"Hm….." He slowly rotated to an upside down floating position as he spoke. "Well there are creatures refered to by us as Gommes, or in your translation 'Eraser'. And you yourself are a term called Trouver, or 'Finder'. As for the portal, once you develop mentality wise the portal will open to go find your other ideya. Understand?"
"…yeah….So they steal the Ideya…..but how?" She asked, the emotions fading sleepily from her voice. She was really tired…
"The ideya is taken from inside you at a young age. You are always thus, born with all five of your ideya." Jackle pauses and leans back. "You however seem to have had all of your ideya until recently. That means there is a rise in the 'Erasers' and THAT my dear Cassandra is why I am here. To help you and your other fleshling buddies get your freakin' ideya back." He finishes, waiting for a response from her.
"..."
Jackle glanced over at her, to see why she never gave her answer, only to see her asleep on her bed.
Heh. The brat must've been exhausted…
He floated to her and lifted her, placing her under the covers.
" Looks like you're gonna be a tough cookie to handle Cassandra. But I like it that way. It makes it so much more fun." He snickered and floated to the window in her room.
He'd let her sleep. She'd need her rest for the future anyways.