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Nikita Mourning
She who was Born with half a Soul, allowing another to hold the Fragmented shards, an entenal Soul Mate, a Twin to her Being; Tesla.
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Dark Woods
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Saken
Description
So begins...
Nikita Mourning's Story
"I..I didn't summon anything. They just- they hang around..Float. It's not a haunting, it's a-- it's..They are -souls-." ~A shudder seemed to overtake Nikita's form, her eyes dropping to glance at Senestrous' feet, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. She- she..She saw dead people!~
~And the dead people, well..They scared the crap out of the necromancer. She twisted her feet some, jumping from foot to foot as she tilted her head to the side, staring at her and giving a small little cough.~ "Please..It can't be-- real.."
~Her teeth tugged and nibbled at her lip, her form shifting moving. A bit of trust seemed to worm it's way into Nikita's mind, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the other woman, head tilted. Should she trust that woman? Was it a trap? The female didn't know much about the other, besides that she claimed to be 'magical' and seemed to be able to create fire, but..What if she, too, was a soul? "I..I guess.." She mumbled, feet dragging along the ground, kicking up dark tufts of dirt. Fear still colored the female's actions.~
~A portal? She nearly squeaked, her entire face going pale as she stumbled behind the other woman, someone who was going to-- do what? The mindless babble of the other female seemed not to phase Nikita, for she was terrified once more, and the words couldn't get past the fear. Yet, Nikita continued forward, foot dragging, and stepped into the portal with her eyes squeezed shut and her entire form tense.~
Nikita turned a sharp left, her pale blue eyes locked on the ground, being careful that her shoes didn't get trapped in any overrun branches that were hidden by the mud and leaf mixture splattered all over the ground. Small fingers shoved through dyed white locks as she bit hard onto her lower lip, attempting to ignore the spirit - or, whatever it was - that had been what made her turn so sharply.
Nik wasn't expecting the sudden bump from behind, a low squeak spilling free from her mouth as her arms windmilled, attempting to catch her balance as the person who bumped into her, it seemed from the noises, sprawled into the mud. "Gah!" The woman cried out as she lost the tedious hold she had on her balance and, also, went sprawling face first into the mud and leaves.
"Ew, ew, ew. Why didn't you watch were you were going?!" Nikita yelled at the stranger, after having spat out a mouthful of mud.
"Ew, ew, ew. Why didn't you watch were you were going?!" Nikita yelled at the stranger, after having spat out a mouthful of mud.
Shoving herself to her feet, Nik looked at her cloths with disguist. They simply dripped what had been on the ground, and her face- her hair! "Ugh!" She cried out once more, though it was directed more at her state than at the aplogizing the other was doing. "Oh shu- What?" Twisting around, the woman placed a hand on her hip (the usual position for when a woman was about to go into a rage), but was stopped at the glowing 'rune' that the other had pulled out.
Fear flashed a crossed her mud splattered face, light blue eyes flashing with the emotion as she shook her head. "You -freak-."
Fear flashed a crossed her mud splattered face, light blue eyes flashing with the emotion as she shook her head. "You -freak-."
Watching in disbelief (and a large amount of fear) as the mud peeled from the other's close, she shook her head again, unable to process what had just happened. He used - magic?- to clean off his clothing? No, no, MAgic didn't exist- Nikita would know, the things that she saw were figments of her imagination - Wait! That was it! He was a figment of her imagination.
A wicked idea light up the woman's eyes as she grinned, exposing small, white teeth. The things she saw- those figments, were always intangible. She could run right through them, though sometimes they could move stuff. It was obvious that she had tripped- he hadn't ran into her. He wasn't real!
Yet, to test this theory out, Niki leaned forward and attempted to plant a hand on his chest- only so she could shove him back down into the mud. It'd prove his reality, if she could do it!
And, just in case he was real, " A student? A clown maybe. Tricks, wires. Freak."
A wicked idea light up the woman's eyes as she grinned, exposing small, white teeth. The things she saw- those figments, were always intangible. She could run right through them, though sometimes they could move stuff. It was obvious that she had tripped- he hadn't ran into her. He wasn't real!
Yet, to test this theory out, Niki leaned forward and attempted to plant a hand on his chest- only so she could shove him back down into the mud. It'd prove his reality, if she could do it!
And, just in case he was real, " A student? A clown maybe. Tricks, wires. Freak."
Nikita was sitting on the twisted path, in the dark, her legs crossed. She was sitting in the mud, but her ragged jeans didn't seem to be affected by the additional dirt.
She was a necromancer, enery pulsating close to her skin- untrained.
Pale, nearly white eyes were searching the landscape, dark hair brushing her shoulders.
She was a necromancer, enery pulsating close to her skin- untrained.
Pale, nearly white eyes were searching the landscape, dark hair brushing her shoulders.
Nikita Mourning had blinked a few times, the man coming into attention- just so he could walk away. The necromancer scrunched her nose up, narrowing her eyes- but she did not get up and try to chase him. She was trying to work magic, or something to that effect...
She just wanted to go one day without seeing dead things around her!
She just wanted to go one day without seeing dead things around her!
Niki jolted a bit, nearly jumping up from her sitting position- but she wouldn't allow the dead thing to freak her out. She closed those ghostly eyes and took a deep breath, expelling it quickly.
"I didn't call you," she stated, as if that were the only reason a dead thing would find her.
"I didn't call you," she stated, as if that were the only reason a dead thing would find her.
Flicking a glance at the other, her face flashed with confusion for a moment. Why was he there? "I'm sitting here because I'm trying to focus on the spirits that are here- and ask them to leave me alone."
Nikita Mourning turned her head, arching a brow pointedly. Didn't he know he was dead? Nikita couldn't tell which variety he was (as most spirits looked alive and well to her) but she knew he was dead.
"Not so far," she grumbled.
At that moment the wind seemed to pick up, her dark hair whipping her cheeks and her meager power growing.
"Not so far," she grumbled.
At that moment the wind seemed to pick up, her dark hair whipping her cheeks and her meager power growing.
And then the wind died down, along with her concentration. "Help what?! You're dead, if you hadn't noti-" she stopped, face going pale
"Darnnit, are you the spirit that has been harassing me?!"
"Darnnit, are you the spirit that has been harassing me?!"
She was not impressed. Nikita stood up, dirt clinging to her dark jeans, and crossed her arms over her chest. "You're making my life really hard!"
Narrowing her eyes, Nikita gave a huff. It wasn't that her life was soft, but this particular spirit she had to deal with had been making it hard on her... Little things happened and she was blamed, all because people didn't want to believe in the unseen.
"Why would I want to summon you if you are already here?"
"Why would I want to summon you if you are already here?"
Another deep breath and Niki let her hands fall to her sides, scrunching her nose up. "What are you?" Most spirits that she talked to, or seemed to fixate on her, where wispy, blinking in and out of existence- and when they did notice her, they weren't apologetic. Demanding, for sure.
"Nope." She shook her head. This was another oddity- most ghosts didn't know much beyond the fact that they were dead. And he was dead, of that she was sure...Right?
Nikita stepped forward and moved to put her hands on his chest, to see if they would slip through him, or perhaps land on a solid body.
Nikita stepped forward and moved to put her hands on his chest, to see if they would slip through him, or perhaps land on a solid body.
Of course the gesture was taken the wrong way. The woman narrowed her eyes a little bit before rolling them, setting her eery gaze back onto Lazurus. "Well, Mr. Grey," she started off, sarcastically, "Did you know you're dead?"