A Warm Feeling ch.8
NiGHTS' confinement lasted days.
Wizeman did discover, to his enormous rage, that NiGHTS punishment wasn't even bothing him. It gave him a haven alone in which he could think. Think about whatever he pleased; the past, Reala, his feelings about nightmaren, Wizeman's pettyness...It was all good. He could smile to himself in the dark oblivion and no-one could taunt the warmth. It was actually sort of beautiful...
But all in all, it seemed less of punishment, and this angered Wizeman to unspeakable limits. He sent Reala to get NiGHTS, and bring him over at once. Reala was quite pleased about this; not only could he make NiGHTS look pathetic on the way, but Wizeman was indeed starting to favor him. So grinning like some sort of evil clown, he flew off in a trail of golden stars toward the Ideya Palaces. Jackle darted after him. The demi-maren was apparently curious, as he'd missed out on all of NiGHTS' activity after Reala had caught him in Stick Canyon the night that NiGHTS had attempted to run away. "Reala!"
Reala turned in annoyance. "What do you want, you demi-maren!?"
Jackle grinned. "I'm bored. There isn't a thing to do at this time of 'day'. No Dreamers, no Ideya, nothin' to do."
Reala growled a little. "Well, must you be on my case about it, you little moron?!"
Jackle crossed his arms. "Hey, you have something to do and I DON'T!! So I want to come."
Reala scoffed, and started to fly off. "Very well. Follow if you can keep up." His voice was a cold tune that played, not as demonic and cruel as Wizeman's, but definatly a cold evil sound. He had things on his mind, however, and they did affect his tone a little. Could that little extra tone be...sadness...?
NiGHTS was waiting. Wizeman had told him that Reala would be there for him shortly, and he didn't doubt it. Reala did whatever Wizeman wanted as quickly and efficiently as he could. You see, he was still trying to get Wizeman to play favorites with him. It didn't take long. Reala flew in with Jackle behind him. NiGHTS smiled. "Ah, come to escort me back, did ya?"
Reala smiled skeptically. "Yeah, you wish, don't you? I'd rather drag you back by the collar."
NiGHTS flew over to him. "Well, let's go. The faster we get back, the faster you can be a sucker to Wizeman."
Reala rolled his eyes. "Shut up, you freak. I don't need your stupid cracks about things right now."
"Yeah, yeah. I forgot. When WAS the last time I saw a checker board handle a joke?"
Jackle smirked at NiGHTS' words, and NiGHTS did as well. Reala turned huffily to go. "Well, let's get moving, both of you," he muttered. "We have to get back before the dreamers start their way in." NiGHTS smiled more. "I don't take the Ideya. I jst let them go. Remember?" Reala didn't heed NiGHTS' words until they'd been flying for about five minutes. "You know, if you actually did your stupid job like you were supposed to, I doubt Gillwing would have what used to be YOUR dream." He said nothing else. "Eh, who really cares?" NiGHTS said casually. "I don't want to be a 'maren, and that's that." Reala scoffed again like he had earlier at Jackle. He turned to look at NiGHTS. "Oh, I forgot," he said sarcastically. "YOU'VE GOT FEEEEEEEELINGS!!!" He smiled deeply, and coldly, and apparently to his heart's great desire, NiGHTS frowned hard at him.
Jackle backed up a little. "Well, this isn't an inviting scene, so I think I might as well invite myself out of it." He senced something bad would occur, such as a fight, and he raced off to tell someone. Demi-maren loved to watch Nightmaren fight, especially if it was the two best against each other....
NiGHTS' confinement lasted days.
Wizeman did discover, to his enormous rage, that NiGHTS punishment wasn't even bothing him. It gave him a haven alone in which he could think. Think about whatever he pleased; the past, Reala, his feelings about nightmaren, Wizeman's pettyness...It was all good. He could smile to himself in the dark oblivion and no-one could taunt the warmth. It was actually sort of beautiful...
But all in all, it seemed less of punishment, and this angered Wizeman to unspeakable limits. He sent Reala to get NiGHTS, and bring him over at once. Reala was quite pleased about this; not only could he make NiGHTS look pathetic on the way, but Wizeman was indeed starting to favor him. So grinning like some sort of evil clown, he flew off in a trail of golden stars toward the Ideya Palaces. Jackle darted after him. The demi-maren was apparently curious, as he'd missed out on all of NiGHTS' activity after Reala had caught him in Stick Canyon the night that NiGHTS had attempted to run away. "Reala!"
Reala turned in annoyance. "What do you want, you demi-maren!?"
Jackle grinned. "I'm bored. There isn't a thing to do at this time of 'day'. No Dreamers, no Ideya, nothin' to do."
Reala growled a little. "Well, must you be on my case about it, you little moron?!"
Jackle crossed his arms. "Hey, you have something to do and I DON'T!! So I want to come."
Reala scoffed, and started to fly off. "Very well. Follow if you can keep up." His voice was a cold tune that played, not as demonic and cruel as Wizeman's, but definatly a cold evil sound. He had things on his mind, however, and they did affect his tone a little. Could that little extra tone be...sadness...?
NiGHTS was waiting. Wizeman had told him that Reala would be there for him shortly, and he didn't doubt it. Reala did whatever Wizeman wanted as quickly and efficiently as he could. You see, he was still trying to get Wizeman to play favorites with him. It didn't take long. Reala flew in with Jackle behind him. NiGHTS smiled. "Ah, come to escort me back, did ya?"
Reala smiled skeptically. "Yeah, you wish, don't you? I'd rather drag you back by the collar."
NiGHTS flew over to him. "Well, let's go. The faster we get back, the faster you can be a sucker to Wizeman."
Reala rolled his eyes. "Shut up, you freak. I don't need your stupid cracks about things right now."
"Yeah, yeah. I forgot. When WAS the last time I saw a checker board handle a joke?"
Jackle smirked at NiGHTS' words, and NiGHTS did as well. Reala turned huffily to go. "Well, let's get moving, both of you," he muttered. "We have to get back before the dreamers start their way in." NiGHTS smiled more. "I don't take the Ideya. I jst let them go. Remember?" Reala didn't heed NiGHTS' words until they'd been flying for about five minutes. "You know, if you actually did your stupid job like you were supposed to, I doubt Gillwing would have what used to be YOUR dream." He said nothing else. "Eh, who really cares?" NiGHTS said casually. "I don't want to be a 'maren, and that's that." Reala scoffed again like he had earlier at Jackle. He turned to look at NiGHTS. "Oh, I forgot," he said sarcastically. "YOU'VE GOT FEEEEEEEELINGS!!!" He smiled deeply, and coldly, and apparently to his heart's great desire, NiGHTS frowned hard at him.
Jackle backed up a little. "Well, this isn't an inviting scene, so I think I might as well invite myself out of it." He senced something bad would occur, such as a fight, and he raced off to tell someone. Demi-maren loved to watch Nightmaren fight, especially if it was the two best against each other....