A Nightmare that goes on [closed/Milo]

Lurking hidden away, the Master watched the protege take flight high above the town. The glider gradually descended from the sky onto the ground in the struggle ring. The boy seemed lost in thought, he was always one to be thinking. A curious fellow, one who could become a great leader in the world Heartless and all that was darkness. If only the boy would fully join the side, let go, release the love in his heart. \

Slowly the Master appeared in the shadows near by, his whole body hidden away by the dream power. If the boy was to look closely he may noticed the Master, the boy probably already sensed the Master's presence by now. Oh, if only the boy was let his guard down for a moment. such a sad feat, there was nothing to be learned tonight. No memories, no nothing, the boy was just too cautious for his own good.

Slowly the shadowed figure began to step forward, his eyes glowing a calm yellow color. After leaving the shadow he played as if a doll in the dream. He let his powers stretched out like a invisible silent threads, the threads allowing the incubus to read the dreamer's emotions and feelings within the dream. It was what helped incubuses somehow manipulate the dream to the victim's needs and desires, so that the incubus could feed upon them. It has been stated before if an incubus gives the victim too much desire, soon the victim gives up on life wishing only to live in the world of dreams in a coma. A simple reaction that all incubuses knew all to well, a reason they always stop the desires at a certain point, or change the dream around. How could they keep victims? If said victims starve to death?

After leaving the shadows, showing his true complete self, he waited for the boys reaction. Depending on the action, certain words would be spoken. The Master will always look the same no matter how time passes, a blessing from the Gods. His outfit was black long sleeve shirt, black skirt, and simple black jeans.

Ahh he noticed him? Such a defensive position, must have been all those horrid nightmares from his childhood. Who had done such a thing to him? Himself? Well his parents were gone forever, it was only natural for a child to have nightmares.

It brought a bit of joy to this old mind that the boy had kept his training close. That is good, so subconsciously buried within him. The boy seemed quite hesitant in all this, did the boy potentially saw him dead? such a negative thinker, how pitifully loving dovey it was to a point. Did the boy know more than he let on? No, there was no major feeling response saying so.

The boy was tempting to make a normal conversation? Ahh how smoothful of him, make best of the situation. Well, this old man will not give this boy anything new to learn. It was he who must learn about the boy, see what was making the boy tick now. With the last few visits, all he knew was that the heart had gotten softer... Almost as if something had entered his life to turn it upside down, oh such joy, it was working.

He gave a grave tired smile, almost as if an old tired forgotten soul. "A tinge bit, the joker will always enjoy the jokes more than receiver." he answered the boys blabber comment, with small thoughtful comment of his own. He approached the boy slowly, showing absolutely no means to endanger him. He stopped a few feet away, he tilted his head, commenting "Give reason as to why you have come here? Why you have made me here?"

//Sorry couldn't think of anything XD not without getting to the point. Anyway, I am thinking maybe both of them can wield the keyblade if so choose? Since he controls dreams, and the keyblade is soul-linked to emilio.//

Yell, yell all you want it won't save you. Yes! he has ditched you! Ditched you to let you learn that, there was fate much crueler, that you were destined for greater. Oh how he loved the boys seething agony of anger and pain. His secret obsession with power, control, and ultimate bitterness.

Every urge wanted to reach out to the boy, to shout, "yes! I am here! Ha! such a fool you are to believe I would stay! The darkness never stays in 1 spot, it has too much ambition! You are a pathetic creature of true darkness! Haha!" Nagi however calmly watched the boys reaction, waiting for the right moment to make him truly shake with agony, fear, and pain.

Milo was fighting the belief that this was all real, it was almost adorable. The boy truly believed this was not at all real, well it wasn't but who cares? Make it as REAL as it can be! Be as REALISTIC as it can be! Haha! Such an amusing fool!

The boy seemed to be on bit of edge, was he losing control of his magic here? How amusing, maybe he was slacking his studies, without well... His Master, such a tragic heart. Slowly Nagi walked forward, his face showing nothing of the mockery he felt inside his heart. Oh how he wanted to smile, cover half his face, and just smile. He wanted so badly to laugh aloud and mock the boy saying it may be a dream, but a dream was REAL... That he! The Master! Was Right here! ALIVE AND WELL!

Slowly without fear of magic, overpower, or just getting killed in this dream. The master approached the protege, he spoke in a low calm almost threatening voice. "is this what you wanted?" soon there were other mentors other Nagis.... All circling around the boy, all repeating what the original said... Non made an attempt to attack or block, if they are to be hit they would all shatter to pieces like glass only to disappear in a black smoke. If the original was to be hit, he too would shatter to pieces like glass disappearing into a black smoke.

It came out almost like a whisper, from his lips, oh so softly. It almost made Nagi want to chuckle, such fragility, a true somebody. Slowly the boy opened his eyes, gazing at the fake Nagi's. Calmly the boy pointed at how foolish all this was, why leave if not search? Where was he suppose to go? What was he suppose to do?

The words came across Nagi, he found them amusing, a part of him wanted to tease the boy. Why for this, why for that, why be here? What was the point of it all? These questions can only be answered, by you. Follow the path laid to you, follow to see where it goes, follow it to the pit hidden beneath it.

Slowly all but the original nagis vanished from left and right vision of Milo, the original right behind him. Slowly, silently, he approached the boy close enough that every part of his body twitched from the closeness. He placed his over the boy's eyes, leaned up to his ear, whispering in a calm almost fatherly voice if he held one, "You know the truths you seek." As the words passed his lips, if one could see him, they would see a sharp mockery smile. Every piece of Nagi disappeared into smoke then vanishing into the imaginary air.

He lurked, for it was always watching that was the fun part. However soon as the dreamer awaken, he too would leave this dreamworld.

It had been so long, much too long, several nights had passed by. It was saddening how the boy stayed awake as much he could, did the boy not enjoy their little chats? There were some days he just wanted to say, like a little puppet in a musical box.... No sleep, kept the box wind up, no jumps till this night that had finally came.

The dream it was actually more for this old man's fun than that silly boy. Many worlds he had travel, many things he has seen... This was one he found perfectly worthy for a new night, just something to enjoy. This dream was like unlike something his protege would have ever experienced or seen, it was tunnels of darkness various of rooms. These tunnels of darkness all were tiled, routing away, and smelled of old dust with mixture of mildew.

The whole maze was warm, almost welcoming to those of darkness and the damned. He wanted to laugh how fitting a maze will be for one looking for love, true love. The boy would never see this story coming alive, he would see the girl... Running from him... Always away... There will be times in the maze the girl dies, only to force the boy to restart the maze and chasing the girl. The boy will have time to save her, but in a maze full of monsters of all kinds... Well it was hard for a silly clueless girl to make it out alive, if only he was strong enough.

In this maze there was no way to fly up, no way to find an exit, only follow the building's path to see were it lead... If one was to find the ending, the would only see all those who they care for killed and splattered all over the ground. Oh how beautiful this was, how perfect! This will be! Lurking in the shadows out of view, the snake decided to watch and see if this plays out, if there was ever a problem or he grew bored, he could well.. up the level... a little...

Well the first round seemed, a little fun? He felt slightly disappointed, it was much too... inconclusive? It needed a level up, needed to be a bit more juicy. You know what, he's a villain, why not play the villain? This sort of thing was bound to happen anyway, let's make those oh so boring shadows into being.

Adding a little form, clothing, shading, there... A perfect much much darker shadowy replica of himself! How wonderful he looked, maybe this will cause a more reaction from Milo? Now, he had himself, what else did this place need? A thought occurred to him to add silent barely audible whispers... "join ussssss" repetitive like an audible incomprehensible audio track. If one was to focus the words may feel as if they are whispering inside the heart, though if one did not they were barely even there.


Sitting in the darkness, looking at the tile and maze around like a director in debate of his studio structure, Nagi began to wonder if he should make it a tad bit darker. Tilting his head back and forth he made a decision to just add a little more mold, little more crumbling tiles, and a tad odd indefinable smell. He figured the small changes would go unnoticeable, but then this was his apprentice. From there he just sat back as he watched the studio go into action.