#terrorinmauve

[nightmaresindreamland]

x @terrorinmauve

eNeMeE.. Nightmare can’t remember when he gave up that name. He can’t remember why he gave it up, he can’t remember where. He knows it was his, at some point, but something happened and he got rid of it in exchange for his actual name.

eNeMeE. You are just.. Nothing. Nothing compared to me.

Nightmare felt his mouth sour, but he didn’t let it affect him. It wasn’t anything.

“I’m not saying it like you should, I’m saying it like a warning. Because like, y’know, I’m the one around here who takes those things from people.”

He tasted fear from her, perhaps fear through denial, and his grin kept up. Even if he didn’t, he would’ve kept it.

“But y’know what, if you insist on not smiling, not being happy, I don’t really care, that doesn’t matter to me. Just be a little less fun breaking you I guess.”

Nightmare shrugged.

Man, he sure is coming on strong to this person he doesn’t know the name of.

[nightmaresindreamland]

x @terrorinmauve

“I’m not a baby, lady, don’t to talk to me like I’m a baby because I’m not a baby.”

Seeing as how Grape was not used to Kirby talking, he assumed the two had never met before. He let her pat him, closing his eyes momentarily and keeping any discomfort to himself at being touched. Because this was Grape we’re talking about here, he felt especially uncomfortable in her presence. He knew she was a threat to him.

“And no, it tastes bad. I’m hungry, though, so.”

[nightmaresindreamland]

x @terrorinmauve

What happened to you? What happened to you, Mirrormare? Yeah, dude, what happened? Plenty of things, but he wasn’t going to divulge with a random stranger and make them feel bad. 

“I-I uh..”

Mirrormare started, then stopped. He looked down at the little demons he was keeping close to himself without moving his head, then looked back at this woman.

“I don’t think I’m the person you- you want to.. Or uhm, think you’re talking to. I’ve been like this for years. Sorry.”

He didn’t want to displease her, so he tacked that last bit on at the end.

[nightmaresindreamland]

"Hey. You... other Nightmare. What's with the yellow get-up, all of a sudden?" [terrorinmauve]

Mirrormare didn’t recognize this woman. Well, he’d seen someone like her in his friend’s memories, but she was green and wasn’t as outwardly friendly as this woman seemed to be. Mirrormare pulled any baby demons he’d let run around away from her, whether it was to protect them or to protect her was unknown, but he did it regardless.

He wasn’t used to people recognizing him, it made his skin crawl. The thought that people knew about him. But when she said that last part, not recognizing his yellow, he felt more at ease.

“I like yellow..”

He replied back, his voice deep and commanding by default, but the tone was meek and reserved, even almost guilty sounding. Like he had to defend his like for the color yellow.

Also, Garlude, there’s literally a bunch of other things that one can use to tell this guy isn’t your everyday blue wizard. Aside from the cape. Like the very different bent-down horns.

[nightmaresindreamland]

[terrorinmauve] "What are you doing all the way out here?" Oh boy, it's Grape. Of course, to Kirby, she's just 'Garlude'. Have fun explaining yourself!

Hi Grape.

By the way, he’s now eating grass. Well, trying to eat grass. He’s like.. Gumming at grass. He gets a piece into his mouth with his tongue and he immediately scrunches his face in disgust.

“I’m doing very important things.”

Was his response.

[nightmaresindreamland]

[terrorinmauve] Garlude tries to grab Yami's hand and drag him off.

Yamikage is a man who doesn’t like ghosts. Yamikage is a man whose memory is fading, but he knows some people from the war. This woman who’d grabbed him, she was one of him. That other man he couldn’t remember the name of, he was one of them too.

Yamikage’d ripped his hand out of hers, got out of her hold, and drew his sword. He looked unsteady, almost even scared, more wide-eyed than usual as he’d stared this purple woman down.

Whether she was an apparition or a symptom of isolation-caused insanity, Yamikage didn’t like either answer. He’d been alone for almost twenty years now without any problems, why did war ghosts or war visions have to start coming now?

Was it because.. Oh, oh. Yeah. That makes sense. Okay.

But Yamikage still didn’t like it. So he’d drawn his sword at her.

[starlight-knight]

[Continued] @terrorinmauve

“Recognize you...? Of course! You--... You’re... Dear goddesses, you’re Garlude...” Jecra was trying his hardest to keep his composure, but it was clear through the voice cracks and the nervous pauses that it wasn’t working very well. He hadn’t seen Garlude in so long, not since the day she’d...

He screwed his eyes shut for a brief moment, not wanting to think about that. He tried to relax some as he stepped closer to her. He wasn’t sure if she was the Garlude he knew or just another version of her, but he trusted her more than enough to approach her. He figured that even an alternate Garlude wouldn’t try to kill him, unlike that other Yamikage.

“I can’t believe it, is--... Is it really you?”