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[LUCiD]

I'm a noob to this kind of thing, so please bare with me. ^^; It's basically a place for fan marens, dreamers, etc... to gather around and chat. I thought it'd be fun to try, since other people enjoyed it on another site I went to.

Deep in Nightmare, young Soul sauntered into the Maren Lounge, where all of the local Maren's hung out. She even heard the occasional Dreamer would pop-up in here! As she entered the underground hangout through a hidden door, she got many stares. She was used to it, you kind of had to grin and bare these kind of things when you had one arm, one eye, and many scars. She just smiled half-heartedly back, and plopped herself down on a giant, purple beanie bag seat.

[Bonzi77]

((I'll only post in here if you post in my new Shared Dreams RP. ))



A roughneck maren glanced at the gimpy girl as she made her way into the lounge and plopped down onto one of the beanbags in the corner. He shrugged and went back to his drink.

From the back corner of the lounge, however, another younger looking maren took a bit more notice of Soul. Lite stood up from her chair, leaving her drink where it was, and sat down in the green beanbag chair next to the one-armed maren's.

"Heya, Soul," she said quietly. "How you holdin' up?"

[LUCiD]

Soul, startled, looked up from her order of Pian pastry, and looked over at her old friend, Lite. "Hello, I'm good. Master Jackle is off on some sort of month-long mission, so I finally have a break. How about you?" She asked, taking another bite of her Pian pastry.


(I'd like to give credit of Pian pastries to SiLK. It's her idea, I'm just borrowing it.) ^ - ^

[Bonzi77]

Lite shrugged. "You know... Living. I can't believe you're still working for that lout. Just because he's Wizeman's third in command... I'd rather be working for Reala, myself. At least he isn't a complete psycho like that scythe-wielding nut." She looked at Soul's arm, attempting to prove a point. "You should use your half-human status as leverage, not have it be tied to you and garner you more abuse. This is why you should listen to me more!" Lite turned to the bar and ordered two drinks.

[LUCiD]

Soul sat up, and defensively said; "Oh! He's not cruel to me anymore, he's actually really cool. People just don't understand him, because of the whole "psychopath" thing." Still, Soul wondered if she should work for Reala instead, but refused to betray Jackle who, though insane, provided her with a home, food, and shelter. Something her birth parents never gave her due to her deformities, having one arm and one eye at birth. (I made it so that she was born like that, I promise I won't change it again, k?)

At the thought of her birth parents, Soul felt herself go into a quick, blind, illogical rage, and shattered her glass in her hands, drawing blood, which she quickly began to take care of by wrapping her cape around it.

[Bonzi77]

"Woah!" Lite cleaned up some of the larger pieces of glass as Soul wrapped her hand in her cloak. "Now now, we're not going to get anywhere by shattering glasses like that." The maren laughed as she sat back down in her chair. "Obviously, you've got some issues you need to work though."

[LUCiD]

"I dunno what you're talking about." Soul lied out of pride. She hated it when people saw her in a state where her emotions ruled her actions. She only did that in private, usually far away from anyone else. In public, she forced her emotions away, and acted like her typical confident and logically-motivated self. Still, Soul thought to herself, helping throw away the glass pieces, maybe I should get some help. Probably when I awaken in my human form, I'll go hire a therapist or somethin'.
She shrugged it off as she heard the jukebox play Baby by Justin Bieber. She groaned angrily, unable to stand the majority of tweeny-bopper music. So she did what her emotions and mind agreed on, for once; she threw it out the window.

[Bonzi77]

Lite just shook her head and sighed as Soul proceeded to throw the jukebox out the window. "Damn, I know it's a bad song, but come on..."

[TORiAS_the_fallen]

(( Resident Lurker here to join your RP. I usually join up when people decide that they like to RP again.))

Torias entered the room, sitting down beside Soul and Lite, his ruby red eyes scanning them critically. Being who he was, he had always been more than a bit skeptical of other Maren. He didn't really feel very talkitive at the moment, and so he waited to see if one of them would notice him.

[Bonzi77]

Lite eyed Torias wearily, not recognizing him. She decided to address him to either scope him out or, at the very least, make him go away. "Oi. The hell are you?"

[TORiAS_the_fallen]

Torias blinked a few times then responded ", Torias, called The Fallen. Who are you?"

[Bonzi77]

She shrugged, having never heard of him."Lite. Friend of the nutter throwing the jukebox out the window of there." At this, she gestured to Soul, being a nutter and throwing a jukebox out of a window.

[TORiAS_the_fallen]

"Ah," Torias nodded. "That is rather... erm, odd. I don't really know what to say to that one."

[Bonzi77]

Lite nodded. "She's got some serious issues. I think it's from working with Jackle for so long. I keep telling her to get away from him, but she never listens to me." She sighed. "Well, not much to be done about it. If she won't take good advice, it's on her."

[TORiAS_the_fallen]

"So she works for Jackle?" Torias stared at the other Maren. "I don't get why someone would work for either Jackle or Reala. I prefer to go my own way, thank you very much."

[LUCiD]

Soul appeared behind Lite, not amused. "I am not crazy. I am completely sane. Maybe somewhat bipolar, but sane." She protested, in denial. She looked over at the new guy, and waved. "Ignore the Dreamer's crunched under the jukebox, kay? Just tune out their screams when ya leave." Soul sat down in between them non-chalantly.