timor: (what are you doing?)
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[After his defeat at the hands of the Guardians, Pitch is laying low. He sort of has to, he knows. His plan had failed, and until he thinks up a new one-- a better one-- he doesn't want to attract their attention. That means no grand gestures, no big stunts, and definitely no tainting of the Sandman's good dreams. Which is too bad, really, because he misses doing that. He'd grown to like his nightmare horses, and now they're gone.

But he's adaptable, and there's still fear in the world-- and nightmares. He's watching one of them right now. It isn't a major one, really; just a kid dreaming he's standing in the middle of a crowded school hallway without pants on, and is being laughed at. But all the other people on the block are either still awake or having good dreams, so Pitch is taking what he can get.

He's lurking just outside the room. The window's cracked. He can slither in to get a closer look, and there's nobody around to stop him... right?]
dicey: (say my name)
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[Vriska had been on Earth for about six weeks, and it hadn't taken her long to realize that finding Pitch was going to be a lot harder than she had anticipated.

She hadn't thought it would necessarily be easy-- but she's starting to worry that it'll be downright impossible. She'd found other spirits, and asked them-- and they'd either had no idea where Pitch was, had no clue who she was talking about, or simply didn't want to help her find him. It's frustrating, to say the least.

But she isn't going to give up. It's what she tells herself each evening when she wakes up (since Pitch himself prefers the night, she'd gone back to being nocturnal as soon as she'd arrived on the planet, figuring he'd be easier to find when it was dark out). Even if she has to search for years, or decades-- she has every intention of finding him.

When she finally does, it's entirely accidental. She's climbing a tree, planning to get high up enough to survey the area... when the branch under her cracks and sends her careening down towards the ground-- towards the rotting remains of an old wooden bed, actually. She twists to try to avoid it, but it doesn't work; the wood gives under her weight and she crashes through.

But instead of hitting the ground, she keeps falling, down into a hole that the bed had apparently been concealing.

Fuck. There's no way this is going to be any help in her search.]


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