unpopping Delirium from The Sandman
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hh_mirrorThe girl who appeared in the popcorn room is unusual, even by Hogwarts standards. It's hard to describe her, as her appearance shifts and changes - no two people are likely to see her the same way, although they might all agree afterwards on a few things. Her hair might float about her head, many-coloured, or be cropped short. Her clothes are mismatched and strangely fitting (and tend to involve fishnet stockings or gloves, for some reason). The only really consistent thing is her eyes, one green with silver flecks, one blue.
And, of course, right now she was drenched in butter.
Delirium looked about herself, wide eyed. "Ooooh. This is exactly not where I was planning to be. I think. But it's very interesting, don't you think, doggie? "
Nobody answered. She frowned, and looked down, to find herself alone apart from two or three tiny iridescent mice she'd created earlier and forgotten about. They ran up her skirt and disappeared again. "Doggie? Barnabas? "
Still calling, she wandered out into the corridor. "Hello? "
((Permission granted from Death-mun. If your character is or has been insane, on large amounts of drugs, or otherwise, well, delirious, feel free to recognise her ;). And let me know if you'd like her to recognise or know slightly too much about them - she can be very perceptive, but she's also forgetful and easily distracted, as you'd expect, really... ETA: Sandman is one of those 'all myths are true'-type canons, so any gods and goddesses or similar beings are also free to know her or know of her. Or not, if you prefer. Background info.))
And, of course, right now she was drenched in butter.
Delirium looked about herself, wide eyed. "Ooooh. This is exactly not where I was planning to be. I think. But it's very interesting, don't you think, doggie? "
Nobody answered. She frowned, and looked down, to find herself alone apart from two or three tiny iridescent mice she'd created earlier and forgotten about. They ran up her skirt and disappeared again. "Doggie? Barnabas? "
Still calling, she wandered out into the corridor. "Hello? "
((Permission granted from Death-mun. If your character is or has been insane, on large amounts of drugs, or otherwise, well, delirious, feel free to recognise her ;). And let me know if you'd like her to recognise or know slightly too much about them - she can be very perceptive, but she's also forgetful and easily distracted, as you'd expect, really... ETA: Sandman is one of those 'all myths are true'-type canons, so any gods and goddesses or similar beings are also free to know her or know of her. Or not, if you prefer. Background info.))
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Say, didn't we meet in Ravenscar?
Date: 2011-02-07 01:42 am (UTC)Say he'd had an uneasy feeling, one that he'd long since learned to ignore at his peril, and it had led him more or less in this direction.
He stopped and stared when he caught sight of Delirium, his face going the color of ash. "Oh, bloody buggering fuck." It was safe to say that whatever he was seeing, it wasn't a pretty little slip of a girl in fishnet stockings.
Something more in keeping with blood and filth, beatings, straps, electroshock therapy and indescribable eldritch horrors, more than likely. With a liberal dose of the worst kinds of bad trips, the odd possession, and enough alcohol to drown several whales thrown in for flavor.
In all the years he'd been dealing with strange and disturbing entities and phenomena of every description, and all the inspired and lunatic ways he'd found of dealing with them, there was one thing John Constantine had never done, but he was bloody well going to do it now.
He turned on his heel and walked back the way he'd come, shoulders defensively hunched, without looking back.
[She's free to call or come after him, of course. He'll talk to her if she engages him first.]
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Date: 2011-02-07 09:51 pm (UTC)She'd been trying to be nice. Really. She'd been having a really good day. But there were all the bad things too, vicious little worms and beetles and spiny ants that would nibble at the inside of your skin, and it only took one person or one something looking that way to see them...
It made her angry sometimes, but today, luckily for John, it mostly just made her sad. She huddled into herself, the butter shining on her arms turned sickly, looking somehow infected. ""
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Date: 2011-02-07 11:22 pm (UTC)Something tickled in the back of his brain, but it took a few seconds for A plus B to equal C. Oh hell. It wasn't an it, it was one of her sisters. And he'd been getting on pretty well with Death lately and really didn't want to hack her off.
Anyway, it'd take a nastier sort than John to be unaffected by Delirium's forlorn question. He scrubbed at his face for a second, and reluctantly looked over his shoulder, trying to see if he could spot a little girl underneath the layers of assorted nastiness that had struck him at first.
Not all the trips had been bad. It was a little bit like one of those optical illusions that were one thing if you focused your eyes a certain way and something else if you looked again differently. It took a bit of work to force his perspective to stay the way he wanted it to, but he could just about manage.
"I haven't seen any dogs today, kid. Sorry." He turned around and came back a few steps, looking her up and down cautiously. "You'd be one of Herself's family, yeah? The Sandman's little sister?" He hesitated. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. You caught me by surprise, is all."
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Date: 2011-02-08 12:38 am (UTC)She scratched at her arm, gazing down at the floor near his feet (a few of the stones wouldn't quite lie straight, afterwards). ""
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Date: 2011-02-08 01:04 am (UTC)"Yeah, most people don't seem to know they're coming until they get here. Your sister's here too, you know. She stopped by yet?" He didn't doubt for one minute that Death would know one of her siblings had arrived.
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Date: 2011-02-08 10:32 pm (UTC)""
She shook her head. "" she added, having just worked that out. ""
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Date: 2011-02-09 09:13 am (UTC)"There's a spell on the place that keeps anybody from dying, see. So it's a bit like a holiday for her, I expect. Last time I talked to her she'd, ah. Made some new friends." He considered mentioning that Death had met somebody, but once again, he really wasn't looking to get on her bad side.
"You hungry or anything? If you want to wait around, the house elves'll bring you anything you like." He paused. "Within reason."
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Date: 2011-02-09 11:31 pm (UTC)She frowned slightly, considering whether or not she did feel hungry, and what sort of things fell within reason. ""
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Date: 2011-02-09 11:48 pm (UTC)After the elf brought her her ice cream, and whenever she made her way there, there would be a big bouquet of multicolored balloons waiting.*
"And did you have any other friends here before? People who might want to know you're back?" he added.
*[Shut up, it's not like it costs him anything, and even Constantine doesn't go around wrecking little girls' days and not feel like a jerk.]
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Date: 2011-02-10 10:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-11 03:07 am (UTC)He smiled slightly, not entirely sure how it was going to work, having her around, but he'd survived her visits more than once and apparently so had Hogwarts. Who could tell, it might even be fun this time around. "Welcome back, pet."
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