Tsukuyomi "Nichts"
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Nitida gave a faint giggle in response to both the girl and her animal friend warming up to her a tad, pulling a strand of hair behind her ears with a tentative hand. It was relieving to see that they were at ease, enough to calm her agitated nerves from less anxious levels. Was she simply overreacting? Possibly, considering her powers of empathy and the effect they have on her psyche and powers. A jolt coursed through her spine and she seemed to straighten for the briefest of moments, her carmine eyes quizzically darting as she both felt and heard something of a disturbance. While she couldn’t quite pin down the auditory reaction, she definitely felt as if someone was forcefully expelled from the Dream Realm, almost as if it were in close proximity. She wouldn’t have that potent of a response otherwise.
The curator pursed her lips, but shook her head in slight digression. She could tell someone felt perturbed during slumber, however she hadn’t sensed her brother around and highly doubts it was his doing. A part of her wishes to investigate, but she couldn’t just up and leave the girl, not like this. She gently scratches the side of the rat’s face as she offered another warm smile. “A sweet tooth at this late hour, hm?” She looked thoughtful, placid, for a moment, then continued. “I hope you don’t mind accompanying you for a little while longer, I’d like to walk around the city a bit more. My name is Noelle.” She chuckled a bit as they had yet introduced themselves, even when she supplied her human alias as that was, currently, appropriate. As much as she was intrigued, she wouldn’t openly reveal her true self just yet.
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Nichts, with a slight eye roll and a held back scoff, slipped a hand into his pocket and places the paper regarding rules back on the desk, tipping his head back. “S’it? Ehh, sure, I agree.”
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((*KICKS DOOR DOWN* Forcing Darky into a School!AU sounds fun tbh leggo))
Name: Nichts Vacuo
Age: Unknown, appears 17-18
Grade: Never been to an educational institute, so whatever floats
Gender: Male
Appearance: Here and here. He has pointed ears and markings under his covered right eye, with scars all over his body. In a casual attire (considering the environment he this may be his usual attire, while the depicted picture will be used in formalities), he wears a crimson shirt with a black and tattered hoodie, accented with some whites and reds. He still has fitted black pants, boots, and gloves, and now possesses a pair of shades.
Gift or Talent: Umbrakinesis- control of darkness, can merge with the shadows and turn into a phantom-like creature at night. Can induce sleep and generate nightmares (albeit more of a defense mechanism than as a weapon) as well as visiting their dreams.
Back story: In a separate plane, he was created by the Original One to represent the second half of the moon and the second half of cognitive equilibrium- of specifically which, darkness and fear- where his twin sister represented its polar opposite- light and faith. With that, he is seen as the psychological avatar of ruin, considering his “guardian” was the harbinger of death. He had full intention to play out his role to assist the burdened, however the general public wasn’t exactly welcome of him in comparison to his sister. He was branded as a demon, and even when his sister tried to interrupt the break out, she was condescended as a witch until she was forced to battle him out to maintain order. This shattered perception had him snap and break down into near lunacy, but when he had intervened in a fight with the space-time Deities over a similar case, he ended up just outside of some residential area of an unknown plane of an unknown time. He was forced into a younger form and mindset of his human guise with a still shaken soul and an unclear grasp of mind, knowing only a fragment of himself and undertones of other significance with a determination to carry out goals he pledged to himself before he was swept away. With the school as a possibility and unable to pass up the opportunity for a change of pace, he decided to might as well attend.
Goal(s): Break out of his identity crisis, comprehend his situation (where was he, what happened, why), re-gain trust for his sister/redeem himself even when he doesn’t understand why
Good or Evil: (Chaotic) Neutral- purpose was intended for good, however his perception and resulting influence on his psyche…
Subject you study: Psychology mainly, Mythology would be nice
Live in the school: If you don’t mind someone who can possibly conjure psychological horror within dorms, sure
Other: Nichts has been through hell and back multiple times (he has technically lived in it too, literal and metaphorical) even though he can’t recall them, and he might fall into occasional mood swings and sparks of fiery temper that he may or may not be able to control. Aside from that, he is still considered highly reserved and taciturn, quite contemplative if given the chance but can be initially skeptical and cynical. He will not take any form of prejudice, and can be rather rebellious or independent but will reluctantly obey authority- respected authority- or listen to reason if he comes back to his senses and finds himself getting out of hand. He can be relatively snarky with dashes of sly cunning, but he does have a soft, timid, and diffident side that he is ashamed to bring out. Flashes of memory may come back to him (and possibly fade away), but how he manages to deal with them can be erratic. -
Nitida smiled warmly and soothingly pet the small creature with the tips of her fingers, listening intently to the little girl. She was indeed quite the peculiar and perceptive girl- far from what would be considered “average” amongst other children of her (apparent) age and mindset; perhaps that was why… he… took such a keen interest in her earlier. She sensed the little break in her uplift, almost as if she considered her string of thoughts as a redundancy. There was the slightest hints of a smirk in her still genuine smile.
“Greatness by use of sheer power and authority are merely illusions. The strongest of those knows the aptitude of essence, and the wisest of those knows the capability of integrity. From the start of one’s journey, one must understand the power of a little hope and spirit to pave their own road to success.”
Faith in your device, after all.
She drifted briefly in her moment’s reverie, but soon froze as she caught herself in her own rambles. She chuckled lightly and ran a hand through her bangs. “Ahh, my apologies dear child. I… We…” the word tinkled out in only a whisper, causing the Curator to swallow and close her eyes before continuing, “… have been tasked to share the fruit of similar revelations to those who may need so, to bring one to a sort of… cognitive equilibrium.” Nitida gazed back toward her, tender and placid that was quite a shift from her demeanor prior to this re-encounter. “For you to come of that while stargazing, how remarkable.” She looked down to the girl’s little friend and brushed against its back. “But enough of my meander, what brings you out at such a time?”
((shameless ic philosophy and song line quote dump))
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Nitida stared blankly onto the streets, trying to hide the distinct shiver that occasionally coursed through her body. It was comfortably well into the night now, as the sky was a brilliant obsidian color with the gentle light of the moon casting silver. She could feel the Dream Realm quietly stir with activity as more and more drifted to sleep, finding herself breathe in tune with the soft waves that reverberated with her. She felt a very distinct spike in activity, and in terms of proximity the sources were quite close- very close, in fact. Her face lifted ever so slightly until she froze as she felt a presence suddenly appear to her- a very recently familiar presence at that, causing the Curator to jump a bit at the spark of conversation. She swiveled her head to face the little girl and for a moment her eyes flashed as recognition indeed graced her mind. Her thoughts raced with worry, unsure if she’d realized what she had done- much less recognize her when she was in her true swan seraph form. She smiled tentatively in response and looked downcast once more, a golden lock of hair falling over her only visible right eye before she pushed it back.
“Mm, I’m fine, child,” Nitida replied with a sweet albeit wistful tone, her hands absentmindedly playing at the dream catchers of her necklace. She clutched her hand-woven charm and looked up to the sky as the wispy clouds parted to reveal the moon, making her form and smile almost radiant. “I… It’s been a long day, so I just opted to have, ah, a nice walk amongst the blanket of nightlight to calm down before I turn in.” She closed her now sparkling carmine eyes before turning back to gaze at her. “The moon, the stars, the sky. All very soothing if you take the time to absorb it, hm?” She then noticed the little rat that hovered near the girl- the same one from before, and with a slight tilt of her head she leaned down and held a careful hand to it; if it were tame, she’d imagine it would be no different then the creatures of her home dimension. “Ahh, hello little one.”
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Nichts gave the man a glaring squint, only to sigh and shake his head. “I’d sooner go by my own rules. I’ll stick with you for the time being, however the moment you engage in unrelated activity, I’m out.” He certainly had his attention, but he had no inclination to openly trust him, let alone comply with his little offer without observation. The spectral man slid off his perch and proceeded to follow his out of the fly acquaintance, later addressing himself as Leonhardt. He kept a few paces behind him, the shadows under his command serving as look outs for his immediate vicinity. His hands where in his pockets as his almost clawed fingers fiddled with the letter, something resembling a toothpick resting just on the side of his mouth.
However, something seemed to have irked this Leonhardt, and in that moment the disguised phantom warily narrowed his eyes. He cautiously followed suit, though when he caught up with… someone, a tang of annoyance flew over his otherwise apathetic expression. They were still a bit away from the circus, and he had zero interest in staying idle for so long; he always had to be busy or on the move, lest he would want people getting curious of him. He snapped his fingers as the agent’s shadow billowed for the briefest of moments before Nichts had seemingly disappeared into the night. Their little escort was finished, but he hadn’t completely cut him off as he wouldn’t mind silently keeping tabs on his activity with the use of a tracking specter, where the lord continued with his own private investigation.
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Nitida, on the other hand, quietly roamed the streets as she too donned her casual human disguise, a hand clutching to her arm. She was visibly warn from her moonlit dance from before, as performing the act is taxing on her energy reserves. Granted that she had the assistance of the natural moonlight itself, however with her still adjusting being in this world, it almost backfired. A shiver coursed through her and she directed her gaze to the starry sky. She just needed to recover by basking under the light, using this form to not needlessly waste her energy. Afterward…What was she to do? She knew full well that her brother was possibly and actively avoiding her now. She bit her lip at the thought of him realizing the aftermath of her little stunt, which she had no doubt he ought to have a clue by now when regarding how her presence has waned. Or perhaps what of the individuals she desired to help, only for her to nearly pass out from the volatile reaction her assistance resulted. Her feet unconsciously carried her near a bench just outside of seemingly residential buildings, and with little hesitation she sat down and cradled her face with her hands, ashamed and exhausted.
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The shadows undulated around the man, curiouser and curiouser as he looked fatigued, worn from chasing the dark- literally- all day and into the night. They stirred as if in laughter as he began to speak, swaying side to side like the manifested waves of a kitten, and then he produced and offered a letter and an attached card. They settled as they peered over the contents without so much of a disturbance, but then all too suddenly halted, tendrils of black mass reaching out like water only to freeze like spikes of ice. The addressing line alone unsettled them, more so than the actual contents, and in an instant they were on the letter and dispersed like scattering haze or droplets of water, falling back into the matter and lay still, unmoving, cold.
Just a bit away deeper in the alley was a trashy garbage disposal, and at the very edge of the agent’s vision sat a figure, leaning over with his arms over his chest. He was a young man with wispy white hair, his gaze downcast and posture still. He wore a simple crimson red shirt and a black tattered hoodie, white designer slashes at the mid-torso like claw marks. His legs were crossed with simple fitted black pants and boots that reached up to his knees. He had black high-polarized shades with him but they simply lay at the base of his nose, his eyes were cast in shadow by his swept bangs. An intriguing, enigmatic character, but there was an eerie air to him that brought shivers to normal mortals; after all, it was just a casual semblance of a guise.
The Lord of Shadows smirked almost devilishly as he looked up, his azure eye gleaming. “Huh, how interesting for the natives to… know their, ah, guest of honor.” He tilted his head to the side then, his hair trailing over his face at the movement. “Mutually long day aside…” his eye glinted a dangerous cyan once more as he twinged slightly and continued, “the night has now fallen, and thus it is my territory. You ought to know that much if you knew of my identity, yeah?”
His eye drooped as he held out a hand, snapped, then produced the very letter the agent intended to give to him, his gaze almost piercing now. “So the little messenger bird traveled all around the city looking to meet with the Phantom.” Nichts rested his free arm on his lap and propped his head as he leaned a touch closer, looking straight at the man over the brim of his shades. “We can make this either a quick night or a long night,” and there were some dangerous undertones at that, “so if you want to talk, talk.”
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The bright shimmer, once she arrived at the circus, encountered this- literal- fortified wall of flowers that it left room to impress even her. She lofted over the barricade, particles gently brushing past the top as she looked over the scene. It appeared to be some conflict of sorts, consisting of an… interesting array of characters- true to her brother’s claim. Wielding a mace was gray-toned humanoid man with brightly orange horns, having a suspicion that he too was possibly not of this iteration of this planet. There were two a men- one that was clad in literal full body steel- among them that called attention and she felt a tinge of apprehension, similar to how she felt when she encountered the one that was following Nichts.
A bit of a ways away stood a determined little girl clasping a sort of medication syringe, but appearance alone seemed to neglect her true capabilities. It interested and fascinated her to realize that she was the one responsible for this barricaded wall of flora, that she was able to twist and manipulate her arm freely and willingly so.
A large, almost feral wolf were among the gathered, dark and cast with shadow, and she felt a sharp and shivering sting as she tried to assess the creature. If she were to guess the others were attempted to settle the beast; and she was almost positive this was the catalyst for the strong disturbance, as she could feel the distortion even from her current plane.
The Curator turned and looked up into the night sky, wanting to see for herself what current stage the lunar cycle was in this dimension. Behind the cover of the clouds was a half moon, the designated time of neutrality between her and her brother, and if the conventional cycle were the same, it was a waxing moon- her prioritized favor.
The Seraph smiled softly, then floated overhead the gathered and melded with the moonlight that cast. The short rays and glimpses then expanded to illumine the whole field, providing a soothing cool as she nurtured them. She then gently alighted closer to the ground, still appearing like a bright, iridescent illumination in the Overworld. She twirled elegantly as the light now suggested her silhouette, her form, as she gathered energy to lend a hand in easing and settling the situation.
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“Nix…” the sister offered, her voice gentle as she tentatively used one of the endearing nicknames they had, aliases that are hardly ever muttered from each others lips in a long time. The brother was almost unmoving, eying the still out-stretched hand in hesitation and reluctance.
Amidst it there was yet another fluctuation in the Dream Realm, and this time the two flinched out of their reverie at the force of it. The energy pulsating and resulting trauma was practically overflowing to them now, especially considering their sensitivity to the psyche; a hissing drone phasing through them as Nichts buckled over and Nitida nearly collapsing on herself from the stress. Back in their home dimension, a wince would be the most of the initial reaction they would get to readings such as these, as they were properly attuned and adjusted to its patterns and waves (and with plenty, plenty of experience). But in a whole new world such as this? It was akin to a newly hatched, sea-faring bird being thrown right out of the nest to the open, windy sky, and then into the raging waters down below.
The Seraph began to quiver as her eyes widened, clutching her arms and huddling into a ball, into the fetal position. These were the kinds of fits she dreaded the most about her receptive abilities, why she grew to her will to confront the source at all costs, why it thus grew to combat… She shook her head curtly and forced herself to calm down, still shaky as she pivoted and her face downcast. “I… I must go. I-I must…” she fragmented in both speech and figure, reaching for a ray of light so she can flash step to the circus. It was her duty, her obligation. The point of origin was so close, every fiber of her being wishes to reach out and soothe it. But…
“Nyx…!” But before she could so much move an inch closer, the Phantom shadow stepped to her side and grabbed her with both of his arms in an attempt to jerk her away. He tried to spin her to force her attention on him, so he can finally talk sense into her for this ridiculous intuition. Once their eyes made contact, another moment of distilled stillness as they tried to breach the walls they raised between them for so long. “Cress…” he pressed once more, having used two of her nicknames in some meager attempt to get her to listen.
The two searched in each others gaze in hopes to come into a mutual understanding, but once Nitida winced and bit her lip, she shut her eyes and forcefully slipped from her brother’s grasp. Eye widening, Nichts clawed after her once more as she flew to the edge of the alley. “Cresselia!” Thereafter her form shifted to closer to her natural, swan-like appearance before she dispersed into a ray of light- broke back into the boundaries of the Overworld and now into the Luminous Realm, a faint, iridescent aura representing her as she vanished into the night- to the circus now growing with mounting apprehension and supernatural flora.
The Lord twisted back before he reached the same ray of light- just before he too broke out of the Dream Realm, and he snarled in frustration. The insolent fool…! The creature pulled and pooled back into the dark as he settled in the Shadow Realm. He saw no use for him to directly interfere in whatever the conflict may be, or at least at this time. He sighed and then divided his priorities, keeping a keen eye on the disturbance as outside reinforcement, and now… to his little stalker, who had been senselessly muttering aloud to himself not long ago. The shadows flickered some in amusement, almost as if they were greeting- now acknowledging- the perverse human before them.
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The twin lunar beings drifted slowly around each other, almost as they were in a slow dance under the presence of the scattered moonlight caused by overhanging clouds. With the naked eye it was a bit hard to tell what phase of the moon it was- which side of the coin favored which of the two siblings, but at this time it didn’t matter to them; they weren’t in combat this night. The boom of thunder roared out to the distance once more, causing them to glance skyward before catching their gazes again in thought.
“It… couldn’t be a sign, could it?” the Phantom began, his simple silhouette of deep, defining colors still able to suggest expression. “For whatever reason they may be trying to signal us, it wouldn’t be too hard to imagine these odd thunderstorms coming from Zekrom, or-”
“No, I’m afraid,” the Seraph cut in, a hand reaching her face in thought. “Last I checked- as in, before reaching this dimension- he was with his brothers, or back at the castle.” She bit her lip as she considered the possibilities. “They… the Deities and our Progenitors had tasked only me to accompany you, and there are better ways of contacting us than something as vague as thunder.” Perhaps there was someone else watching over, not from where they came from? If the readings of the surplus of energy were anything to go by, it would be foolish to believe this was any normal human realm.
And those musings could be confirmed from what observations Nichts has done earlier. However, once he fully registered the phrasing of Nitida’s words, the mentioning of their superiors, the man of shadow suddenly turned directly toward her. “Wait, what did you-”
He stopped short when a lone yet familiar figure suddenly stumbled upon the alley. Tch, speak of the devil; though not their devil or even remotely one, he was still indeed a fellow who was watching them even though it was not to the scale they were going at. The Lord huffed as he withdrew his words, joining the Curator as they hovered over the human, scrutinizing him. Considering the different planes they were in, it was impossible for him- or anyone- to detect the two through normal means when they were idle, their presence in the boundaries stable.
That is, until there was high abnormalities back where the circus was, causing the both of them to be in immediate alert. They could feel and detect every flux of energy even when they are not wholly in the Dream Realm, people suddenly dropping into deep comas and the volatile readings of others in the area. Odd cracks trailed the ground around sewers as fungi spewed and slithered across in the same direction.
The two faced each other once more as Nitida gulped, searching the wispy form of her brother. “You… you were there, right? You were at the circus-”
“And I have done nothing!” In an instant Nichts was in defense as if she was suspecting him, his azure eyes glinting a dangerous cyan as he growled. “I was merely looking into some entities that caught my interest, but I have nothing to do with that.” His figure shifted and twisted closer to his natural form, nearly glaring daggers. “You spoke with the others and followed me here because you don’t trust me, did you not? Thinking I’ll stir and cause havoc in this new world, in this new dimension as if I were in a clean slate, hm?”
Nitida winced and withdrew at the sharp retort, her carmine eyes widening as she clenched her jaw and hands. Warm light engulfed her and she firmly shook her head as she hovered closer, causing the Phantom to turn away while still training his eyes at her. “No! Brother, no. I meant nothing to accuse you for this! You say you saw ‘entities of interest’ at the circus, and if you are implying more as we suspect then they may be involved in this ordeal.” She slowly reached out a gentle hand to him in reassurance, only for him to flinch away. “Yes, they summoned and informed me, arriving of my own will. But I had no intention of hunting you down. I followed you here because we were concerned, worried.” He was just about to call that out, his face contorting as he was about to rasp but she was quick to continue. “What would happen if something befell you, Darkrai? Coming alone to this dimension with no foresight to its contents. There is no telling what could happen!”
His eye twitched at the use of his true name, and their gazes locked once more with varying degrees of intensity and convection. For the briefest flights of moments, the lights and the shadows that were cast in the alley curled and churned ever so slightly in the Overworld in response to their bout.
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The sun was falling and the moon rising, and with each drop of fading sunlight to make way for moonlight Nichts can already feel his power strengthen; the shadows stretching, becoming deeper and more vast. He skimmed the Boundaries once more, his shadow walking allowing him to cross far in the physical distance in a short time. He dipped around the urban area, creating a mental map, examining the inhabitants- anything to keep him and his mind on the move. It was curious how there was much more to this dimension than meets the eye, as he can now inspect the energies more finely. There are quite the number of mortals that may seem to designate as “human” may not actually be simple and literally down-to-earth. No, there were complex, intricate categories and classifications to them that may have to be sorted out and organized over a long duration, something he himself is not too inclined on doing.
Another oddity that the Lord recognized was one particular human that was almost too keen to examine the dark to be considered remotely near the norm, thoroughly going into alleyways and keeping a sharp, constant eye in the shadows. Outwardly it was either a deliberate search or a severe case of paranoia, but he knew better. Much better. He could sense psychological activity, and his actions was anything but connected to fear, unless that link was for the item- or target- that this man was searching for.
He chuckled to himself. A shame that that target was most definitely implied to be the him; he can identify pursuits like this all too well considering how such searches are conducted by humans where he’s from. So much so that the likeliness and situation was almost an amusement to the Phantom.
So while he would like to observe his two targets more as they had become or will become more active, investigate this much too curious mortal, or go out on a nice hunt for his nourishment, he had… a more important matter to attend to now. A pursuit of his own that he knows that he is having the same treatment. How so? Ever since his- and her- sensory perception became live and active, her presence was like a bright beacon to him as his was likely a shady enigma to her.
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A swift, elegant pace was kept as the cool breeze brushed upon the feminine figure, slipping past the pathways of pedestrians as if she were in dance. While she was not from this area- and that would be a clear understatement, she didn’t quite look so out of place as one may expect from her. While she kept some of her usual attire such as her stockings, boots, and hair style, she wore a simple white tee with a silky, partially transparent long sleeve that was a beautiful gradient of aqua green- similarly to how her down feathers are commonly depicted as. She still possessed some of her special charms, but they seemed like cosmetic accessories to outsiders. She had effectively blended in, and while those in the know may get a hint, there was only one living being in this dimension that should know of her regardless of any sort of diversion she may hold.
Just as he can never quite escape from her for the exact same line of reason.
The Curator was in pursuit, but she didn’t quite have to partake in some wild chase of hide and seek- even though that was usually the case, she just had to connect the dots and follow path it leads. She too made no effort to cast away her presence, as both of them knew they were looking for each other with no inclination for confrontation. A rendezvous with no preemptive hostility- and gods it has been so long since they last encountered peacefully, without blades drawn in the moment of contact.
With the coming night her powers were also growing, her vision sharpening and perception heightening. She was about to round the corner when she noted a particularly… curious man out and about as if he were trying- and failing- to find some ghost. Her head tilted ever so slightly as their paths were about to cross, and with quick footwork she believably acted out as if she were about to stumble, doubling and tipping over in her boots. She spun toward the human, touching his temple and chest with the softest of touches for the briefest of moments, making it out to seem as if his posture helped kept her balance when it was really to get a more in depth read on the man. As they passed she bowed her head and waved slightly in apology before skipping out ahead in fake embarrassment.
She almost giggled when she confirmed their intended targets were, in fact, the very same and very real ghost, but for very different intentions.
It was some blocks more, a tad windy in matters of direction and location as if she were approaching the slums, but it was nothing to be surprised about if this was his decision. Her discovery had to be discussed with even though further investigation would be most peculiar and interesting; but that however had to be put aside. Just ahead were the slightest but the most particular of distortions, twists in the shadows that were an immediate signal to and only to the Curator. She phased into this distortion and turned into the alleyway, and with a snap of her finger anyone else that would stumble upon this alleyway would be met with normalcy and emptiness.
For indeed she had just stepped into the boundaries between the Dream Realm and the Overworld. To be fair she was still in the alleyway, sure, but in a parallel plane; a property when residing in the boarder between two. The surrounding area was a surreal mix of violets, blues, and reds, light and dark segments equally scattered about. The Curator’s attire shifted to her usual and her form was now glowing and radiant with color. In a fair distance in front of her, there was a dark swelling before a black figure with a red crest and billowing white hair.
The twin lunar siblings hovered in place as carmine eyes locked onto azure, the latter gazed on with a detached demeanor as the former merely smiled, genuinely smiled.
“Nitida,” the Phantom called out coolly. “Nichts,” the Seraph responded in turn. -
Daybreak, afternoon, the rising sun on a days journey; the walking grounds for the diurnal. The light peaks as everything is illuminated and powered by the solar reign. But what was it to the nocturnal of the stark opposite, who dwells in the night and is guided by the lunar reign? An irritation? An inconvenience? The contrast that is created can be quite soothing, but never mind reliably shadow walking when there are so many gaps created by constant sunlight, or getting a decent meal when majority of the area’s inhabitants are up and about. No, going deep into the Shadow or Dream Realm at this time out in the open would take some work, much to the Lord’s dismay. He also has to keep his energy in check, otherwise he wouldn’t have a good amount in reserve for the hunt once dusk arrives. He shuddered as he sighed.
But no one could see him, really. He was in a dark alleyway, far in the corner where it was pitch black- or perhaps it was pitch because of his presence? The Phantom had dipped in and out of the shadows, walking with the humans to get a sense of where he had surfaced when he arrived in this… reality, then quietly- and literally- retreating back into the cool shade. His interest has been perked when he noted how peculiar this, ah, dimension was. Everything felt so familiar, yet so different all the same; so much so as the light and the dark. For a good while he had manifested in others’ shadows as they carried out their day, all without a single trace or notice- well, so long as they hadn’t paid mind to their shadows being the slightest of tinges darker.
Some of the most interesting of mortals- if he would be proper in inferring so- would be a peppy little girl, who so happened to have been residing around in the dark anyway due to her rather unfortunate situation of being homeless. He couldn’t quite put it, but there was just [i]something[/i] about her that got the Lord curious. She was active, constantly wandering and constantly pondering, and he directly and indirectly followed her for some time before she found herself speaking with a man, whom also struck the Phantom as odd. He- Bobby, the “Man of Flames” as he so dramatically dubbed himself- seemed to be a part of a residential circus, quite literally bursting into flames- as true to his name- to entertain and later advertise; he had to twist his shadowed form to reflect the billowing flames as to not draw suspicion, but shadow mimicry was part of his nature anyhow.
The Lord didn’t much care for the circus itself, but while he was more or less restricted to this urban area until the night falls, he soon relented enough to reside nearby the grounds. The creature of darkness lounged about in the shade, keeping his two points of interest somewhat in his view. A strange curiosity, though, when the sky had flashed for the briefest of moments. His shadowy silhouette was partially lit in that fraction of a time as he was just skimming the boundaries between the Shadow Realm and the Overworld, where he had almost swore to himself.
But… What in gods was that- lightning in broad daylight? He scoffed to himself as some lightning-attributed figures from his home dimension jokingly came to mind. Such an occurrence was very odd indeed, and he cautiously heightened his vicinity of perception to scan for activity, the shadows serving as a radar of sorts. He didn’t seem capable to discern much to be considered “out of the norm” due to being a foreigner in a dimensional level, but eventually he managed to sense a presence he knew all too well. He wreathed and withered in agitation at the possibility of her being here because of him, and once more the form of Nichts, the Lord of Shadows, was vaguely visible as a semblance of the Phantom that he truly was.
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(All aboard the hype train *choo choo*)
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Lel this was easier to write since it parallels the other one but still kept being lengthy so nyan
Name: Identified as Nitida, Noelle as a pseudonym, true name is Cresselia; countless aliases
Age: Unknown, appears mid-20s as a gijinka
Race: Lunar seraph (ahem Pokemon)
Class: High luminescent curator
Appearance: Here. As a gijinka, she has a slender, pale complexion with brilliant carmine eyes, the left of which capable of gleaming cobalt as it reflects her powers. She has long, flowing blonde hair that is tied at the top with a silken ribbon and adorned with two of her iridescent feathers, bangs swept slightly to her left as they frame her face and more hang down. She has a special red jewel over her forehead that is fastened with a braided thread, blue markings extending around her cheeks and a special one just below her left eye. She has pointed ears even when they are not easily visible with gold crescent moon earrings. She wears a yellow high-collared halter top that also doubles as a sort of fitted skirt, also having a blue blazer that stops just at her elbows and mid-torso. Over her shoulders is a pink, silken, partially transparent shoal kept together by a red ornament and two more of her feathers, wearing a similar, two-tailed back skirt that kept by a ribbon-like band around her waist. She has opalescent-gradient stockings and opalescent boots that reaches up to her knees. She also has pink glove-like sleeves over her forearms and thin bangle bracelets, her nails painted white and the primary colors as well as possessing special markings that glow as she works her powers.
Personality: She is a kind and benevolent creature, never turning a blind eye to help others regardless of who they may be. She genuinely worries and cares for the well being of others, exponentially so with those she is close to. Being quite idealistic she gives others the benefit of the doubt, but she is quick to stand her ground for herself or others as a response of witnessing and being victim to threats of torment and oppression. She is modest and contemplative with a passionate spirit, yet can be quite piercing to the malicious despite her gentle appearance. However, she is also quite sensitive and rather emotionally unstable when her barriers are down. She has a complex, ambivalent relationship with her brother as they often argue or even fight, but deep down she truly cares and wishes to support him.
History: (Look at the other form because I’d be damned if I had to write the intro out again.) Cresselia represents the light of the moon, whereas Darkrai represents its shadow. She is tasked to keep and maintain peaceful order, so when there is oppression or destruction it is her duty to quell it, assisting the needy and distressed. When her brother, however, fell into a raging rampage she had no choice but to combat him, which eventually became a chronic occurrence. Over time she instilled a sort of chivalrous creed as she partakes in her journeys to cure and purify the tormented.
Current Doings: She had followed her brother into the “multiverse” to keep him in check, but does not directly confront him unless necessary. She is currently inspecting the different societies and learning their culture or is otherwise traveling around in the wild, more than likely in beautiful gardens or fields.
Abilities: She has good stability and balance, where she can support her allies or herself. She is capable of shifting into a human-like form, dubbed as “gijinka.” She has free reign of the light, able to protect, peer, and walk into one’s dreams/subconscious mind. She can induce sleep with a special dust and dispel nightmares, being able to grant joyful dreams with her blessed down; its effectiveness depending on her spiritual vigor and/or of those around her. She can grant healing and blessings to empower, strengthen, and rejuvenate. She can sense psychological shifts, particularly joy and content, and is capable of illuminating the dark and casting mist. She is at her prime at night, especially in full moons, waxing moons, crescent moons, and around auroras; at her strongest when in Realms of her control. She has two “ascending” forms, but the conditions are rare and are not achieved without strict reason.
Weapons: Other than weaponizing light or her own natural energies, she can summon a special bladed bow from the light that only functions of her own will, and can split into curved short swords.
Weaknesses: Her twin brother is a direct counter to her, as she is to him. Naturally weaker as a gijinka; similarly, depending on the severity, if she is denied her powers she is forced into her gijinka form or is highly prone/vulnerable. Deep, tainted darkness and any form of demonic actions easily agitates her. For better or worse, she is hypersensitive to the aura of others as she is very receptive to the energy, and as a result her demeanor may be influenced if they are potent enough. She has fits of anxiety and of an inferiority complex, and they are difficult for her to overcome on her own. She is best utilized for empowering and boosting, so her wings may be clipped (sorry pun) if she or any of her blessed charms are disabled in any significant manner.
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Ugh.
My profile helps kinda but I’m not sure now since this has pretty much all the essentialsName: Identified as Nichts (can be pronounced in proper German or how it looks since I’m trash), Nathan as a pseudonym, true name is Darkrai; countless aliases
Age: Unknown, appears mid-20s as a gijinka
Race: Lunar phantom (yes Pokemon fine sure)
Class: High shadow lord
Appearance: Here and here. His right eye has black markings underneath and is usually covered as it serves as the crux of his powers; may glint crimson. As a gijinka he has pointed ears even though they are not visible. Also, he has various scars scattered all over his body, with two dark gashes on his shoulder blades and another at the center of his chest.
Personality: A cool and composed creature, highly reserved as he strays away in quiet observation. He can be fairly cunning and snarky, but he is overall nonchalant and taciturn, his mind lost in contemplation as he tries to uphold a sense of dignity. While he has good resilience and hides his emotions well, he is in truth cracked psychologically; ironic, as his powers are intended to be used to help the burdened confront their stressors. He is quick to defend himself and tends to be quite rebellious the moment he feels apprehension, coming off as skeptical or even cynical as a response to being constantly and wrongfully threatened through prejudice. When irritated or exasperated, he dons a more harsher, piercing demeanor. He is a force to be reckoned with the instant he snaps, falling into a tranquil fury or unleashing surged up wrath. On the other end, he becomes meek and diffident once he has been shattered, resorting to isolation to alienate himself from others. Trust is very difficult for him, but once he does he becomes very loyal as he places them over himself, possessing a soft spot underneath his enigmatic exterior- albeit rarely surfacing. He has a complex, ambivalent relationship with his sister as they often argue or even fight, but deep down he truly cares and wishes to protect her.
History: The Lunar Duo- Darkrai and Cresselia- were created as a result of the evolving subconscious well being. Each were regarded as extended parallels to the Precursors of the conscious mortality, Yveltal and Xerneas respectively. The two were then tasked by their Precursors and the Original One to helm the Dream Realm, a separate plane that overlooks the psychological presence of the subconscious. With their polar representation they maintained balance- keeping the energies stabilized and assisting those who are psychologically strained, but even then that would resort to quarrels. This carries over in the Overworld, where they are highly regarded and have many tales of lore by the humans and Pokemon alike. However, over time Darkrai seemed to have sparked a bad reputation due to his nature, often depicted as destructive and monstrous. He never intends to bring ruin as he only unleashes his powers in self defense, which then results in constant clashing with his sister. In one particularly chaotic event, he was even sealed in the island he calls his own as a result. Over time it really began to take its toll on him, and thus formed his current, shaky demeanor where he tends to literally hide in the shadows and stray on his own as to not cause any more harm.
Current Doings: There was, er, a “rip” in the Realms that somehow led to this odd amalgamation of a “multiverse,” of which the Spatial Deity of his home dimension is in the process of examination. As of late said Deity sees no true harm in this rip- adding barriers in the event it goes haywire- and Nichts has offered to investigate out of curiosity. He is currently wandering aimlessly in the urban areas or is otherwise out in the wild, more than likely in quiet forests.
Abilities: He is quick and agile, being able to slip undetected and strike powerfully. He is capable of shifting into a human-like form, dubbed as “gijinka.” He has free reign of the shadows, able to dwell in one’s dreams/subconscious mind. He can induce sleep and cause nightmares, of which these powers are boosted by the consumption of “dreams” (more specifically the energy waves that is produced or anything similar). He can sense psychological shifts, particularly fear and unease, and is capable of casting illusions and haze. He is at his prime at night, especially in new moons, waning moons, gibbous moons, and eclipses; at his strongest when in Realms of his control. He has two “descending” forms, but the conditions are rare and are not achieved without strict reason.
Weapons: Other than weaponizing shadows or his own natural energies, he can summon a special bladed scythe from the shadows that only functions of his own will, and can split into sickles.
Weaknesses: His twin sister is a direct counter to him, as he is to her. Naturally weaker as a gijinka; similarly, depending on the severity, if he is denied his powers he is forced into his gijinka form or is highly prone/vulnerable. Bright, concentrated light and any form of spiritual warding easily agitates him. For better or worse, his demeanor may reflect on the dreams he absorbs as he is very receptive to the energy(i.e. he will feel content/peppy if he eats a sweet dream, angry/aggressive if sour); however, he will grow apathetic and weak if he does not keep a consistent diet regardless of its “taste.” Any of his fits can become extremely erratic and uncontrollable if he cannot be rid of the stressor. Can be easily winded when struck at his upper torso as he cannot take direct hits well, and his right eye can either be his strength or his weakness.
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