RP:A Moment of Convenience

Part of the The Rise of Pandorum Arc

Cenril

Nemisis was actually sitting on the shore resting quietly not really pondering about much. It was one of Honor's favorite things to do; just be lazy. Amongst the light in the sky, his eyes resembled those of jewels more than anything. Their gaze would only dance with those reflected in the beach's water on that day. Twirling a small stem in his mouth, the man appeared to be pondering despite it being the opposite. Honor hardly made facial expression to anything or anyone. Only when he was annoying or actually interested would his stoic features crack.

Verse is nowhere to be seen! Oh man, imagine that! As if that's not an near always occurrence with this curious little cat. Don't fear tho! Oh, no, no - The Material tears on the beach just a little ways down from the lazy draconian. Small feet appear in the sand, small prints in the millions of specks. Her dress, then her snow-crownedhead appear - Oh, an then that Chesire smile... She grins her grin as she nears the fellow. Before she comes too close however, she disappears - Only to reappear behind the man, her smile still intact. "Evenin' ol' chap!" If she had a hat, she'd no doubt tip her cap at this here time.

Nemisis rolling of the stem stopped and his red eyes ran to the corner of his eye sockets. Of course Verse would be the one to sneak up on him. She would definitely take some getting used to, especially for Honor of all people. Not to fear though.....he's dealt with worse. A small sigh escaped his lungs before he said, "Oi.....Try not to do that...." Inside his head, he muttered, "I hate the fact that I cannot sense her at times....." Intelligence sighed as he turned the bolt in his head like a wound up toy, "Well she is from a dimension we cannot see. It makes sense. We don't know exactly when she will appear." Honor groaned before abruptly stopping and saying, "Speaking of which....." as he looked towards Madness. Back on the outside, the chaosborn spoke again to the girl, "Hey.....we have a few questions to ask you....."

Verse smirks as her image fades from view. When the girl slowly reappears, she stands in front of the draconian, her facial expression quizzical, curious, "Try not to do what?" The girl's head tilts as she rubs her chin as if in deep pondering - Oh, what a curious child, stroking her imaginary beard hanging below her face, "Of what questions must you ask me, good sir?" This time, the mad Queen tilts her head to the other side, tho she still offers up a questioning expression... Did something just jump out of the water? The girl's eyes scan the horizon of the sea, rippling and waving, far as can see...

Nemisis observed quietly how Verse just appears into his view. There was still a lot he did not know about this crazy queen, “Sneaking up on us….Not a good idea….” A small trail of thought would go back to exactly how strange this girl was. Always the kind of person with the deceiving smile that questioned the situation. Her innocence was danger. Her laughter might just mean hell sometimes. But he wasn’t the one to talk…rather ponder after all. The demi had a group of personas in his head that may increase in number, along with other dark secrets. Back on the important subject, he continued, “Are you strong against mental attacks…..? If not….we suggest you stay away from us at a certain time during the siege….”

Verse tilts her head to the side, snow white locks hang from her head and gently dust the sand. The child quirks a curious brow, her sapphire gaze locked on the eyes of the fellow, "Sneaking up on us, you, me, meh... No harm meant - And how could you expect me to appear in any other way? What other way would there be?" The girl scratches her head and then rights it with the ground, her eyes never leaving the other, "Mental attacks eh?" The girl taps the top of her head with a knuckle and offers a chuckle, "Oh, well, I think she'd be intact for anything. Not absolute mush yet, at least one would hope..."

Nemisis narrowed his eyes at Verse for a split second before saying, “Well you could come into the material world fully before approaching us in close proximity….” But just as things were going good, the one thing that annoyed the man most about the girl bared its ugly trait. A vague answer to an important question…..Yes. Why would he –not- expect it? Shame on him this time around, he should have known. A small sighed escaped him again before he found an escape route to the tedious digging for a simply yes or no. A small grinned cracked his stoic features at his tiny and personal triumphant victory, “Are you even going to be in the realm throughout most of this…..? Meaning after your initial attack….?

Verse offers large eyes at the man as he narrows his own - It looks as though the girl is stifling a smile. "Yes, yes, I suppose one could do that - But then I'd have to walk here, and that would be... Well, that would be just... Eck..." The child shows a sour face. Standing still for a moment, the mad one yawns a large yawn and scratches between her shoulder blades, her small body showing bones and little muscle. "Well, I wasn't thinking so particularly... Not really any need - Unless you're worried you might need help. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ho. Ho. Ho... Hummmmmm..." The girl trails off in thought...

Nemisis facial expression cracked even more from a grin to a half hearted smirk, "Yes.....walking a few feet would be so tedious...." His own personal sarcasm was more than a fair trade for her vague ways. Speaking of vagueness, success! The man had officially escaped the dealings of the evil trait of the little girl! Somewhere in the depths of the persona's mind was a maddening mwahahahaha! "Good.....But just in case......stay away from us until the second bright shot goes into the air....." The grass stem in his mouth began to twirl again before he say, "And your ideas......Have they finished their filtering....or do they need more time...?"

Verse scratches her head - Her ideas? Well, she thought them all intact in her brain, at least... They were when she walked out of the doorway this morning - Or were they? Oh, darn it, damn, shoot - Was she going to have to round up those blasted things again? Always wandering around... Like sheep... Damn sheep... Counting sheep... Shepard... Flock... Oh! Her ideas.... THE ideas... Over in that other place... Yes... "Oh! The ideas! Yes, yes! All, that's done... At least I believe it to be."

Nemisis nodded his head in approval at the girl's words. Her answer is going to be as close to a yes as he was going to get from the girl. He was slowly getting used to her. There was actually progress being made. He was getting good at this, "Okay.....we guess everything is falling in order...." He guess.....by the gods! Her vagueness is contagious!

Verse nods her head; a clump of her hair falls forward and drapes down in front of her face - Oh, what a tangled mess her hair is, hardly even the color of white it probably should be... A little off-grey, a touch of soot here and there; unkempt. The girl eyes the fellow, "Falling... In order? Oh, yes, well, I suppose, if you say." The girl grins, offering a nod. "And when will all this be happening, now then?"

Nemisis allowed the grin to fall upon his face yet again. Yes indeed were her vague traits infectious for he said only one word that the girl would have to deal with for now, "Soon...." He did take a note of her hair and simply thought of Spree. Not too long after the thought would the prissy persona speak up, "Ugh! Her hair is so messy! Full of distaste and lacking of style! She has so much potential and yet it is wasted! A tradegy I say! A tra-de-gy!" Honor rolled his eyes saying, "Well....maybe when you are in control you can handle that for her...."

Verse nods her head yet again, her eyes brow rising curiously - Oh yes, such a curious way which her eyebrow rises, so curious it may cause one to ask - Why did she raise her eyebrow so curiously? This is quickly forgotten, at least in the mind of the girl. "That sounds like'it'll work then. No doubt." The girl taps the toe of her shoe on the ground before gently kicking a bit of the sand, "So, will that be all for evenin' then?"

Nemisis nodded his head to Verse saying, “Yes….unless you have something in mind…?”

Verse shakes her head, "No, nothing of the sort." Grasping the handle of her scepter (as the blade of her sword is pointed toward the ground), the girl takes a dozen steps away from the other - The tip of the Blade of the Grandfather drags and leaves a winding trail in the sand. "I'll likely be going now..." The girl moves the tip of the Blade from the sand up into the air - A cut appears in the Material, a doorway if you will - Without another word, the child disappears into the nonexist, as strangely as she came... It is curious - After she is gone, the trail of the tip of the sword is no longer in the beach's sand... It has disappeared, much like its creator.

Nemisis lifted his hand and gave one wave of the hand saying, "See ya...." He watched the girl drag her sword much like another female he knew.....A Remnant rather....Caedan. A simply twirl of the stem in the other direction would be given before she finally disappeared. Strange one she is...