[Anniversary] Morpheus strikes at noon

Fuhbar turned and walked away, his armor making a clinking sound as he moved, he needed to figure out what was going on, and if necessary go to war with all these dreamers who seemed to be invading his domain.

Morgan was a bit confused by Chloes response "Its me Morgan. We spoke in that coffee shop remember?". She took a quick glance around to see something very unusual, her dream was just one of many, there were multiple dreams happening all at the same time. "I suppose me saying I was the owner of this dream was wrong, it looks like everyones in the same dream together. Weird...".

==> Strings

Strings' eyes observed the surrounding as it froze in place, as if time had stopped around them, all at Mikhainon's command. His influence over the world seems stronger than any one else. The glint of the silver dagger caught her eye; she knew the insignia was something she's seen before.

"A dream, you say?" Nothing made sense. But for a moment everything did. Strings had always assumed she could not ever have dreams but if their so called 'magic' interfered then she might as well say she could have been hypnotized and brought her consciousness into this world.

For the time she was in thought, she wasn't able to notice Mikhainon stepping forward and raising the dagger against her. Or at least, it looked that way to her. As the blade was brought down, Strings felt the weight on her right side. She lifted her right arm to eye level, shaking it as if it had grown out something alien. It was an odd sensation that she could actually feel something in that world.

"It's heavy." she said, her voice was low and monotone. She couldn't decide how to react. Good? It was odd. But for even just a little, it felt more right. "What did you do to it?"

Mikhainon

Mikhainon grinned. It was a sinister smile, with a devilish glint in his eyes. That, too, was an impression he would leave Strings, albeit one he made by accident. He brought the dagger up again and spun the hilt around, twirling the sharp side at the tip of his pointing finger.

"I brought you closer to what you really are. A human." He dropped the dagger to the side and it fell into eternity, never to be seen again. "Now, creatures like me aren't exactly known for their generosity and kindness, so let's just leave it at that: a free sample. Any more and I'll have to charge you."

Kaya stretched showing off her curves to the two girls. It was good to have nothing holding her back right now. She did wish that Henry was here, all the things they could do in this dream. However from the corner of her eye she caught the glint of silver pass by her spa but seemed to be eons away and so tiny. Yet it had the symbol of a familiar crest that she remembered once. She looked behind her at her two young friends smiling as she turned and walked over to the still clothed one. "You are a pretty little thing. Its a shame you don't want to show off... But sadly I can't stay right now. But I can make your time here more fun." she said smiling as she let her tail gently caressed the girls body and as it touched clothing it sliced through as if it wasn't there...as the disappeared. "there you go. Now you two have fun. She turned and before she took a step she felt her succubi hit in full force. So she turned around again leaning down and pulled the girl in closer kissing her. It wasn't long but she stopped and stood smiling giving Chloe a look saying, 'all yours'.

once she left through the door her wings wrapped around her as she teleported to a certain club. When her wings parted she was wearing a black form fitting dinner gown as she reverted to normal age and form. The back of her dress went down to the base of her tail while the front covered the front of her breasts while showing off her stomach and her shoulders. She had entered through the front door, she begun walking through the dance floor and the crowd could be seen parting before her as she walked towards the bar. Once she got there a drink slid to her and she drank it with tiny sips. She didn't know who was going to show up but she could tell there was going to be soon. It wasn't long until she felt a presence behind her "that was an odd way to try to get my attention if I have to say so myself."

Mikhainon

Mikhainon grinned like the devil. The insignia that caught her attention was gone. He made it fall, fall, fall into the depths of eternity. He joined her at the bar, assuming a posture of one both cultured and casual. He was a handsome character and he knew how to carry it well.

(If Kaya were to turn around, she would notice there was another iteration of him talking to Strings near the pole. Both were his true selves. Neither was a contradiction.)

"Hm, yes. I know your father. He's a bit of a hardass, isn't he?" He was handed a glass of scotch on the rocks by a faceless waiter, who knew exactly what he wanted. "Do you love him? Old daddy dearest? All retired in his tiny kingdom with his little princesses."

Kaya looked over to Mikhainon, she gave him a smile before taking a sip of her nameless drink. "You should try to be more subtle when talking to some people. You would or at least should know my father already gave me lessons in this. He also explains his reasons. Such as, why he's so hard on me and my sister. I may not love him for a few things he's done but he's still my father. Plus if I remever correctly your family has been trying to get on my fathers good graces. The why was never explained, but my fathers domain is stable and his followers like it that way. If your trying to shake things up because of me I suggest you try again." Taking another sip of her drink before tuning towards Mikhainon with a smile.

"although I am curious on where this conversation would have gone so lets start again. I may not love my father but I understand his reasons." she then motioned with her hand for him to attempt to reclaim his footing and to continue the conversation. She could tell this demon in front of her was older then her but her father had taught her well. But she kept her defenses up as her tail wrapped around a dagger as she kept it close to her back. But she kept her confident smile and posture.

Mikhainon

Mikhainon raised an eyebrow, amused. She was completely off-track there, but he didn't blame her. She was young.

He didn't have a family (or, at least, it was an uncertain thing right now), he wasn't getting on anyone's good graces, and she was completely unaware of how weak her family's domain was. Breaking off power to share was such a terrible idea. A simple lord was echelons below a Duke. His domain may not be stable, but steadily expanding in power was better than stable. A few more centuries and he would be King Mikhainon, only next to Satan in power.

Old Money (or in this case, Old Power) was always behind in the times. They were so set in their ways, so barbaric that they would treat other demons as threats and so traditional that they would rather stagnate than take a risk and grow stronger in power. He wanted to foster his father's teachings to her. In that way, he and his Chloe would run past them when the time came.

"So serious! I was just asking how the old geezer was doing. Can't two demons have a nice chat anymore without planning on stabbing the other one?" He smiled, tilting his head. "Come on. What can I do to you here? Why would I even want to harm you? Use your head a little."

Condescension aside, he took a sip of his drink. "How's school so far? Anything interesting happening? Did you make any friends, kiss any boys?"

She turned a bit more towards the bar letting her dagger while she let herself take another sip. Then it might have been more expedient to have asked how he was then asking me if I loved him or not. That's usually not something a 'friend' asks especially demon to demon. The old fart couldn't be better really.." she kept quiet about the plans her father had for her and her sister. "...and I'd think that asking a teenage girl who she's kissed would be rather inappropriate. Although I do have a question what do you want from me? You don't seem like one who doesn't do business over simple conversation with a 'prospective client'"