LOG: Killing Caine...
A fine ballroom, late in the evening, the last party goers seem to be drifting listlessly about. Those present, while all of good breeding, could easily be considered the 'black sheep' of whatever noble house they are part of. Except one. One is clearly not of high birth, but despite that has been dressed in the manner of one that is. Callisto is standing off to one side, dressed in a fine, rich green gown, with a jaunty green hat perched on her head.
Like a latecomer worried about wasting yet another precious minute in his tardiness, Prince Caine practically stumbles out of a door and into the ballroom. He's dressed in the same greens as his family trumps, minus the hat, and his hair is longer and wild. Pausing, he peers about suspiciously, as if uncertain of where he is.
The green is purely incidental! It compliments her hair. But, in that strange way that dreams often are, situations suddenly appear, instead of being walked into. Such as the fact that instead of walking across the floor, Callisto's simply beside the prince, looking vaugely confused herself, "Hello..." She then leans in, voice dropping, "Where is this?"
"Never mind that, where is the..." Caine looks down at the polished floor, anxiously. Even odd things like the prince acting actually terrified at something are possible, though he calms quickly. "This floor doesn't eat my flesh," he remarks thoughtfully, before looking up to eye the woman suddenly next to him.
"Is it supposed to be doing that?" Callisto asks, stamping on the floor a bit, her shoes making a faint clicking sound, "Looks fairly solid tah me."
Caine studies the woman some more, then the ballroom. "It's... a perfectly harmless ballroom," he admits, sounding somewhat embarrassed. "And I have no idea where this is."
Callisto smirks faintly, "Seems we're both in a strange place then." She then offers a hand, "Name's Callisto, First Mate of the Tempest Rose. Welcome to the party...it's been like this for a while."
Caine shakes the hand firmly. "Not much of one, there doesn't seem to be food and drink. What are we doing here? Together," he adds, perhaps finding both of them coherent in the unknown ballroom weirder.
Callisto shakes her head, "Not sure. I've this creepy feeling I'm supposed to be doing something, and I just can't figure it out." She lifts a shoulder, "I figure if I stand here long enough, it'll come to me." She then frowns, "You know..yer right. There isn't any food or drink. Think we should go look for some?"
"Might work," Caine agrees with a smirk, looking back to her. "And I'm Prince Caine. We might as well, unless you want to stand fast to your choice of waiting for this... whatever to come to you?" He looks for a server, staying where he is as well.
"No..I think a drink would be good right about now." Callisto replies, nodding a bit before linking her arm with his, heading for the large golden doors, "C'mon. There's gotta be rum somewhere in this place."
Caine allows a grin, still... paranoid, or overly skeptical. "Aye, there better be. Though it feels like the end of the party? You've been waiting here the whole time?" he asks, escorting in the direction she wishes to go.
"I..think so. I don't really remember the begining of the party." Callisto replies, looking a little confused about that, "I mean, I have the feeling I've been here for a while...but I don't remember any of it."
Caine doesn't answer for a moment, before commenting, "I was in a dream before. Then I was pushed into a ballroom. Are you sure you're really /here/?"
"You mean..like is this a dream?" Callisto asks, pushing through the doors, only to find the room the same on the other side. "Uh..maybe?"
"Maybe," Caine replies, eyeing the next room. "It is a dream without rum."
Callisto frowns a little, "I had a dream like that once..then the shark ate me."
"You did the solid floor test in the last room," Caine points out, though he glances back at the floor behind them anyway. "If it is a dream, then anything could happen." He checks his person with his free hand and sighs. "No rum, no knives."
"Well..yeah. Clearly there's not any sharks either. But I don't see rum..." Callisto pats herself down as well, then pulls out a dagger, "Oh, lookie there..."
"Well, at least one of us has weaponry," Caine comments, looking at the blade appreciatively. "These dreams have a habit of belching up insane monsters."
"Do they?" Callisto asks, blinking faintly, "That doesn't sound very.." She frowns a bit, losing her train of thought before she shakes her head, almost like trying to dismiss something, brush something away.
Caine shrugs, glancing up to scan the identical room for any sign of difference or entertainment. "Not very... fun, perhaps." He looks back. "Something wrong?"
The room is exactly the same, but for one addition. A pair of swords rest at the far end, in a stand, in a pool of light. "No..nothing's wrong." She responds, tucking the dagger away before stepping half a step closer.
Caine doesn't quite look convinced, watching the dagger disappear before remarking, "You said you were first mate on the Rose? I know the vessel. Not... used to knives?" He's noticed the blades over in the light, but seems not to pay them much mind, unless they heft into the side and start flying at them.
"I'm fine with knives. Better with a sword. Fine with knives." Callisto responds hastily. Almost to hastily, "I think I've remembered what it is that I'm supposed to do."
Caine eyes the swords, somewhat pointedly. No, he isn't going to be the one to notice them aloud. He does check absently for blades in other places on his person and comes up short. "Shall we check another random door for rum?"
"Sure." Callisto responds, pointing to a door that's creepily right next to the swords, "How about that one? Maybe it'll lead to a different room."
"Sure," Caine echos evenly. Even in dreams, knowing what they are, you still do potentially dumb things, it seems. "I guess trying to get to another party is out of the question."
Callisto laughs, the sound almost shakey, "We can try...I'm not sure there is one though." She starts towards the door, making sure that she's got a firm grip on his arm, even as her other hand creeps slowly towards the pocket the dagger's stashed in.
"Go through enough doors, perhaps," Caine suggests, eyeing the milling people with suspicion as he walks. "Say, who are /those/ guys?"
"I've no idea.." she replies, drawing the dagger out, but carefully keeps it hidden behind her back, "Think we should be worried about them?"
Caine answers with a chuckle, "I'm always worried about everyone, my dear." Yes, everyone but the woman holding his arm firmly. She's pretty, she's wearing a dress, she likes rum. Nothing to fear there. "I could use one of those swords, just in case."
"Oh, sure. I'll fetch one for you." Callisto offers, moving towards the swords, keeping the dagger out of his sight, "You just wait right there for me..."
Caine nods agreement, watching her swish off a moment before going back to keeping an eye on the absently milling people as they move in and out random doors. He keeps checking for knives that aren't there, quickly and with an absent motion easily mistaken for nervous movements.
Caine is preoccupied, which is a feat in itself. He's watching a vapid-looking ghost of a woman drifting aimlessly by the wall as if she's a threat he must use all his cunning on when the /other/ woman tries to stab him through the heart. A curse in Minosian escapes the prince, and he jerks back and off the blade, one hand going to the wound and the other still insisting that there are weapons hidden about him. There are not. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Um...killing you?" Callisto offers, pulling the sword up, grip shifting from one of limp offer to a firmer, more ready grip, "It's what I'm here to do...I don't know why.." She frowns, shaking her head, "You seem nice enough, in an insane sort of way. But, I have to kill you now."
Caine stares incredulously at the woman, not really understanding this simple speech. He glances down to his hand, where thick black blood oozes quickly. "But... we haven't even found the rum yet," he protests.
"The shark in the suit has it." Callisto replies, moving with quickness and surprising skill despite the skirt, slashing first with the sword before stepping in to once more plunge the dagger home, lodging it in his ribs, "And we could have had so much fun together."
Caine watches in alarm that fails to call any action as the sword cuts cleanly through fine green cloth and the flesh underneath. It's the dagger in the ribs that pushes him back. He stares down at the hilt protruding out of him as black seeps from his body, some dripping to the floor and some seeming to start eating through him like acid. "Fun... I can have fun..." He coughs black blood, sinking to his knees.
"I'm sorry...maybe we can still have fun?" Callisto offers, even as she quickly backpeddles, "It's just a dream...right? You said so.." She starts to look worried now, even as she starts to fade, "It's just a dream...Right?!" She asks, a hint of desperation in her voice before she's gone, bolting awake in her hospital bed once more.
The image of Caine sinking prone on the floor, being dissolved in his own blood, fades along with it. There is no reply.
Like a latecomer worried about wasting yet another precious minute in his tardiness, Prince Caine practically stumbles out of a door and into the ballroom. He's dressed in the same greens as his family trumps, minus the hat, and his hair is longer and wild. Pausing, he peers about suspiciously, as if uncertain of where he is.
The green is purely incidental! It compliments her hair. But, in that strange way that dreams often are, situations suddenly appear, instead of being walked into. Such as the fact that instead of walking across the floor, Callisto's simply beside the prince, looking vaugely confused herself, "Hello..." She then leans in, voice dropping, "Where is this?"
"Never mind that, where is the..." Caine looks down at the polished floor, anxiously. Even odd things like the prince acting actually terrified at something are possible, though he calms quickly. "This floor doesn't eat my flesh," he remarks thoughtfully, before looking up to eye the woman suddenly next to him.
"Is it supposed to be doing that?" Callisto asks, stamping on the floor a bit, her shoes making a faint clicking sound, "Looks fairly solid tah me."
Caine studies the woman some more, then the ballroom. "It's... a perfectly harmless ballroom," he admits, sounding somewhat embarrassed. "And I have no idea where this is."
Callisto smirks faintly, "Seems we're both in a strange place then." She then offers a hand, "Name's Callisto, First Mate of the Tempest Rose. Welcome to the party...it's been like this for a while."
Caine shakes the hand firmly. "Not much of one, there doesn't seem to be food and drink. What are we doing here? Together," he adds, perhaps finding both of them coherent in the unknown ballroom weirder.
Callisto shakes her head, "Not sure. I've this creepy feeling I'm supposed to be doing something, and I just can't figure it out." She lifts a shoulder, "I figure if I stand here long enough, it'll come to me." She then frowns, "You know..yer right. There isn't any food or drink. Think we should go look for some?"
"Might work," Caine agrees with a smirk, looking back to her. "And I'm Prince Caine. We might as well, unless you want to stand fast to your choice of waiting for this... whatever to come to you?" He looks for a server, staying where he is as well.
"No..I think a drink would be good right about now." Callisto replies, nodding a bit before linking her arm with his, heading for the large golden doors, "C'mon. There's gotta be rum somewhere in this place."
Caine allows a grin, still... paranoid, or overly skeptical. "Aye, there better be. Though it feels like the end of the party? You've been waiting here the whole time?" he asks, escorting in the direction she wishes to go.
"I..think so. I don't really remember the begining of the party." Callisto replies, looking a little confused about that, "I mean, I have the feeling I've been here for a while...but I don't remember any of it."
Caine doesn't answer for a moment, before commenting, "I was in a dream before. Then I was pushed into a ballroom. Are you sure you're really /here/?"
"You mean..like is this a dream?" Callisto asks, pushing through the doors, only to find the room the same on the other side. "Uh..maybe?"
"Maybe," Caine replies, eyeing the next room. "It is a dream without rum."
Callisto frowns a little, "I had a dream like that once..then the shark ate me."
"You did the solid floor test in the last room," Caine points out, though he glances back at the floor behind them anyway. "If it is a dream, then anything could happen." He checks his person with his free hand and sighs. "No rum, no knives."
"Well..yeah. Clearly there's not any sharks either. But I don't see rum..." Callisto pats herself down as well, then pulls out a dagger, "Oh, lookie there..."
"Well, at least one of us has weaponry," Caine comments, looking at the blade appreciatively. "These dreams have a habit of belching up insane monsters."
"Do they?" Callisto asks, blinking faintly, "That doesn't sound very.." She frowns a bit, losing her train of thought before she shakes her head, almost like trying to dismiss something, brush something away.
Caine shrugs, glancing up to scan the identical room for any sign of difference or entertainment. "Not very... fun, perhaps." He looks back. "Something wrong?"
The room is exactly the same, but for one addition. A pair of swords rest at the far end, in a stand, in a pool of light. "No..nothing's wrong." She responds, tucking the dagger away before stepping half a step closer.
Caine doesn't quite look convinced, watching the dagger disappear before remarking, "You said you were first mate on the Rose? I know the vessel. Not... used to knives?" He's noticed the blades over in the light, but seems not to pay them much mind, unless they heft into the side and start flying at them.
"I'm fine with knives. Better with a sword. Fine with knives." Callisto responds hastily. Almost to hastily, "I think I've remembered what it is that I'm supposed to do."
Caine eyes the swords, somewhat pointedly. No, he isn't going to be the one to notice them aloud. He does check absently for blades in other places on his person and comes up short. "Shall we check another random door for rum?"
"Sure." Callisto responds, pointing to a door that's creepily right next to the swords, "How about that one? Maybe it'll lead to a different room."
"Sure," Caine echos evenly. Even in dreams, knowing what they are, you still do potentially dumb things, it seems. "I guess trying to get to another party is out of the question."
Callisto laughs, the sound almost shakey, "We can try...I'm not sure there is one though." She starts towards the door, making sure that she's got a firm grip on his arm, even as her other hand creeps slowly towards the pocket the dagger's stashed in.
"Go through enough doors, perhaps," Caine suggests, eyeing the milling people with suspicion as he walks. "Say, who are /those/ guys?"
"I've no idea.." she replies, drawing the dagger out, but carefully keeps it hidden behind her back, "Think we should be worried about them?"
Caine answers with a chuckle, "I'm always worried about everyone, my dear." Yes, everyone but the woman holding his arm firmly. She's pretty, she's wearing a dress, she likes rum. Nothing to fear there. "I could use one of those swords, just in case."
"Oh, sure. I'll fetch one for you." Callisto offers, moving towards the swords, keeping the dagger out of his sight, "You just wait right there for me..."
Caine nods agreement, watching her swish off a moment before going back to keeping an eye on the absently milling people as they move in and out random doors. He keeps checking for knives that aren't there, quickly and with an absent motion easily mistaken for nervous movements.
Caine is preoccupied, which is a feat in itself. He's watching a vapid-looking ghost of a woman drifting aimlessly by the wall as if she's a threat he must use all his cunning on when the /other/ woman tries to stab him through the heart. A curse in Minosian escapes the prince, and he jerks back and off the blade, one hand going to the wound and the other still insisting that there are weapons hidden about him. There are not. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Um...killing you?" Callisto offers, pulling the sword up, grip shifting from one of limp offer to a firmer, more ready grip, "It's what I'm here to do...I don't know why.." She frowns, shaking her head, "You seem nice enough, in an insane sort of way. But, I have to kill you now."
Caine stares incredulously at the woman, not really understanding this simple speech. He glances down to his hand, where thick black blood oozes quickly. "But... we haven't even found the rum yet," he protests.
"The shark in the suit has it." Callisto replies, moving with quickness and surprising skill despite the skirt, slashing first with the sword before stepping in to once more plunge the dagger home, lodging it in his ribs, "And we could have had so much fun together."
Caine watches in alarm that fails to call any action as the sword cuts cleanly through fine green cloth and the flesh underneath. It's the dagger in the ribs that pushes him back. He stares down at the hilt protruding out of him as black seeps from his body, some dripping to the floor and some seeming to start eating through him like acid. "Fun... I can have fun..." He coughs black blood, sinking to his knees.
"I'm sorry...maybe we can still have fun?" Callisto offers, even as she quickly backpeddles, "It's just a dream...right? You said so.." She starts to look worried now, even as she starts to fade, "It's just a dream...Right?!" She asks, a hint of desperation in her voice before she's gone, bolting awake in her hospital bed once more.
The image of Caine sinking prone on the floor, being dissolved in his own blood, fades along with it. There is no reply.