tampered | Log: Incomplete

When; September 14th, near midnight.
Rating; PG?
Characters; Morpheus

1st_dream_king, Alessa Gillespie

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Summary; Morpheus is a little concerned over, what he percieves as, Alessa's lack of control over Pyramid Head, also: How do Alessa and the being once known as Dream know each other anyway?
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Morpheus preffered to take care of his new obligations at this time of night.
When much of the city was tucked away in thier beds, and the pulse of the very streets was muted.

Though he was no longer Lord Shaper, King of Dreams, he did still retain some of the priviledged 'talents' that office entailed.
And so with no more than a thought; he sttod now just inside the grandiose front doors of the Cathedral.

Fathomless eyes the color of nightfall without a star gazed from an apparently impassive bone-white face.

He knew the once-mortal, Alessa, called this place home for her presence was among the many strong forces that permeated the very bricks and mortar of this reflection of Holy Gorund.

"Alessa" he said in a voice that sounded more like a long-forgotten echo. A soft, oratory sound that was niether whisper nor shout, but still carried far and wide as only voices in dreams may do.

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Alessa was sleeping, completely oblivious as everything came crashing down as the curse ended. Her body was tired and sick from wandering in the rain and picking up germs from the dead and tortured of Pyramid Head's painting. She was feeling better than before, but Lisa would not allow her to venture outside anymore until she was absolutely sure her mistress was recovered.

It was Alessa's dream self that responded to the Dream King's voice. Her hand twitched in her sleep as the transparent copy of herself rose from the bed, glancing down at her sleeping figure quizzically. No one would be able to see her; only one with a keen eye for the supernatural would be able to tell that she was actually out and about while her body rested. Like a ghost, she slipped through the room, down the hallway past the other sleeping occupants, and descended the spiral staircase to the chapel. She could sense the Dream King's presence, and she moved past the altar that Henry had gaped at with such familiarity.

'Dream King, I am here,' she answered. '...in your element, too, as it would seem.' She indicated the form she had seem to taken upon herself.

Twin pieces of the darkness itself regarded her from an impassive an unreadable expression.
"I no longer hold that title, child of the Red One"." He corrected her.

" I am a piece of that which you know to be Dream. An echo, a memory."
Still, he was much the same in appearence as in the old days, and with a silent step foreward, his black robes seemed to shift and move with a fluidity that made one wonder if they were indeed alive.

He strolled down the center aisle slowly, and as Alessa fell into step with him, he seemed to gaze for a time at the iconagraphy that adorned the altar.
Lost in thought...if it could be called such an expression on what was almost always a cold-appearing countenence.

" You are looking well, child." he complimented, noting the dramatic shift in her outward appearence since last he'd had dealings with Xulchibara.
"Your strength still resides in the judgement...but a rather disturbing set of events has come to my attention" he informed her, the dream-like quality of his voice taking on an edge that makes on nervous.
As though a cold wind had blown past, heralding of the intemperate things to follow.

"Where is your Gaurdian, the Red Judge?"

A memory...? Hm. I wonder who he really is then? Alessa thought as this new information reached her. 'What should I call you then, memory of the Dream King?' She asked. She didn't feel comfortable not knowing what to call a Deity of his power. She was used to being able to talk to powerful entities one on one, and not knowing one's name made her feel as if she were at a disadvantage.

Alessa gave him a small smile at his compliment. 'Thank you. I like to think so,' she said wryly. 'But the scars still remain, and although they may leave physically....they will always stay with me in more ways than one,' she finished quietly.

'Ah. You heard about that,' she continued, running a hand through her short dark hair. His tone of voice did not move her like it would a normal mortal. She had lived eight years of hearing Xulchibara's thundering voice in her head, and it gave her a sort of immunity to the harsh tones of angry Deities. 'He is in the Underground, with my other pets. I would let him stay here with me, but his presence disturbs the others, and I do not wish to make anyone uncomfortable.' She knew where this was heading, but she let the idle chit-chat continue. The real business would be taken care of when they got to it.

"Yes."

He did not elaborate on 'what he had heard', but in truth he had heard nothing.
He knew of the encounter between Alessa, her Gaurdian, the masked man, and the Corinthian only because of the latter's involvement.
His nightmare had made a serious breach of etiquette in attempting to remove the man's mask.
The Corinthian was meant to be a mirror, not a judge.

Morpheus had been called to this City at the End of the world by the bright beacon such an encounter had provided.
He knew this place was meant to catch and hold various beings, but since The Corinthian's function was still a neccessity back in the waking world, Morpheus had been sent to retrieve the nightmare.

Morpheus was no longer Dream, and as such was not bound to the laws the current incarnation of Dream was.
Unfortunately entrance into the city was not as simple as exit, and though Morpheus himself could leave, finding a means of returning with The Corinthian was becoming difficult.

This was puzzling, but not as distressing to Morpheus as it was to Dream, who from what only a parent may gather, was much attatched to the white haired nightmare.

" I must extend my apologies on behalf of my nightmare." he said abruptly, as though apologies were a difficult thing to admit to for something as proud and stubborn as he.
Far easier to admit the mistakes of others than to speak on his own lacking abilities in retrieving the afore mentioned nightmare from this world.

" He should not have attempted to usurp the Red Judge's position, nor attacked your avatar."

From her experience with Xulchibara, she knew how difficult it was for a Deity to apologize. Pride was something every powerful entity possessed, and to say 'I'm sorry' was not only a sign of humility - even if it was forced - but it was also a very great compliment to the person being apologized to. Alessa nodded, inclining her head in respect to show that she accepted his apology, and would not speak any more on that matter so as to spare him embarrassment.

'No...he should not have. But he learned his lesson, now, didn't he?' Alessa replied with a sly smile. 'Pyramid Head is very touchy about his position. He will work with others, true, but only if I say so. If he were to make his own decisions - and what happened the other day was his decision alone - he would have killed every potential threat in this City...no matter how many times they respawned. But I will not allow that.' Alessa stretched her arms.

'There are people here that can be very powerful potential allies. There are other worlds, and I am sure that Xulchibara has judges and juries in them as well as my own. I do not want to make powerful enemies, Memory of the Dream King. I would rather have them fighting at my side when the End comes than on the other side of the room, poised and ready to kill me...you understand?'

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