Painfully Frustrated ((Joker x Idrez))

[The Joker]

NAME: Mo'Raen ((M-oh-Rain))

NICKNAME: Raen

AGE: Unknown... Looks about 13.

GENDER: Female

ALIGNMENT: Good

WHAT: Mo'Raen is the goddess of the night sky, i.e. she paints the night. ((On this Earth, the stars look different every night.)) When she appears on Earth, she looks like a girl around 13. She only appears during the night, simply because she does not feel comfortable in the daylight.

PERSONALITY: Usually serious and cryptic, but Raen can also have fun ... on occasion. She is very thoughtful and takes everything very literally. She has little patience for childish, rude, or stupid people. Generally minds her own business, preferring to enjoy the beauty around her in peace.

LIKES: Nighttime, rain, beautiful things, the forest, art, dancing under her stars

DISLIKES: Daylight ((Her brother is the god of daylight... Open for RP if someone wants to make a bio for him...)), chocolate, rudeness, stupidity, childish...ness...

SHORT BIO: Mo'Raen never got along with her family, nor did she ever really make any friends... She prefers to be left alone, and has done so for most of her life, choosing instead to wander the world and paint the night sky in relative silence. She rarely interferes with humans' lives, though she interacts with them on occasion.

[Idrez]

((Before introductions, may I ask for a time period before I "drop in"?))

[The Joker]

((You may ask for no such thing!!!


Haha just kidding. Ummmm... I dunno... You decide xD I'm okay with whatever, so you just start out and I'll follow your lead. ;D))

[Idrez]

There was a certain freedom of the Inbetween Worlds. Incorporeal, floating, gliding through the elements with barely a whim. Burning foot prints traced the ground here and there, others who knew of this place have passed somewhen, somewhere. Maybe some were his from yesterday, or tomorrow, whenever he may be back...

"Ahh, here," Idrez's voice echoed across the infinite planes. He still had not learned if others would hear it here, or if his thoughts were just so undisturbed in this place.

"I ALWAYS hate this part..." Idrez's hand, or what would be a hand in his thoughts, reached out to the curtain separating the Inbetween Worlds from, well, whatever place this would be called. His eyes clenched shut, he reached out, nervous, but this plane was quite pleasant- some reeked of brimstone, others tasted like death, some burned at the touch- this plane's curtain, sheer as it was, shimmered like glass, and felt like smooth water running over his hand. With a quick pull, the world was opened to him, and he slowly strode in.

The divine form began coalescing, a familiar shape began to cocoon him as he walked in. A finger of flesh twisted itself into existence, a nose began being pieced together by the things around him, pixels of blood from air molecules, bones from the stone and earth, whatever could be borrowed. Reaching down, Idrez felt his familiar sidearm- "All metal, odd..." Baggy pants, though a bit heavy, long sleeves. "Blade? Blade? No blade..." Finally, a small pocket knife fell into his new jeans. Then, no earth, oh how the Infinite Planes had a sense of humor...

A loud splash echoed in the park as Idrez fell into the pond. New body- tanned, lithe, jeans, a long sleeve black shirt (all baggy, thank goodness), a semi-automatic pistol and a small pocket knife (why had swords gone out of style... curses). "Lovely," sang out his typical, rich accent, at least it hadn't changed on him, "now then, would she have come here?"

[The Joker]

Mo'Raen stepped lithely through the crowd of bustling people. They were all running about like chickens with their heads cut off, and because of what? A little rain. Suddenly they had to cut all their plans short and scurry for the nearest building because of some water. She shook her head at the stupidity of it.

Rain was beautiful. Rain was a masterpiece in more ways than one. It was what allowed this planet to remain suitable for life, replenishing its supply of water, which all of these mortals needed. It gave life to trees and flowers and grass, which in turn gave life to birds and wolves and humans. It was simply miraculous, even to a goddess who had been around for longer than she could remember.

She dodged out of the way of the mortals rushing past her, in such a hurry to get away from this a marvelous treat. Mo'Raen stepped with a determination in her movements, having a specific destination in mind for this occasion. She wove in and out of the crowd, headed toward the south edge of the city.

After only a few minutes, she finally broke through the throng of chaos, into the less traveled part of town. This was where all the run down apartment complexes and seedy hotels were, where all the drug deals went down and the illegal gambling and black market trades happened. She kept her posture straight and chin held high as she walked, hands shoved into her cotton sweatshirt pockets. She kept the hood down on the green sweatshirt, though a human most likely would have wanted it up. She wasn't human, however, and didn't particularly care at the moment what they might think of her. She was much too excited about the rain to worry of such things.

The water had already drenched her, soaking through her unzipped sweatshirt to the thin white dress she was wearing underneath. As soon as it had started to downpour, she had kicked off her socks and tennis shoes right then and there, tossing them aside without a second thought. The dress went only a little below her knees and that was only because it was meant for a small adult, not the child she appeared as.

The instant she caught sight of the trees in the distance, Mo'Raen took off running for them. She knew she was close to the forest, close to her meadow, close to her home. She grinned and ran as fast as she could, bare feet thudding against the pavement with a rhythm she had perfected over her many years of living in this body. Before long, the thudding turned to padding as pavement turned to earth. She ignored rocks and branches that her feet met on the ground, focused on reaching her goal.

She thought of how her meadow would look, when she got there. The luscious green grass would be bright and alive, the trees would be dancing in the wind, the flowers would be swaying and the leaves from the forest would be rolling about in the small clearing. It would be simply beautiful.

The trip took her only eight minutes, running at full speed the entire time. When she arrived, she gleefully threw off the sweatshirt and spun in a blissful circle, arms outstretched to the heavens. She giggled to herself and spun in some more lazy circles before letting herself fall to the wet grass. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, relishing the fresh scent in the air. Droplets of freezing cold water splashed across her freckled nose, making her feel vibrant and alive.

It was a wonder anything could still have such a profound affect on Mo'Raen's mood after all these years. It wasn't just the rain itself, however. Because of the clouds, she didn't have to worry about painting the sky right away. Of course, the clouds would eventually move, but for the time being she was free to enjoy herself. And she planned on doing just that.

She promptly stood up and began dancing. She started out slowly waltzing with an imaginary partner, eventually switching to a more complicated dance from the Victorian age which involved many twirls and leg kicks that made her dress, heavy with water, spin and whirl around her. She laughed and hummed to herself, remembering past experiences involving the dances--dancing with a peasant boy, watching a gypsy wedding, dancing with for an old man on his death bed... The memories each played out in her mind as she repeated the same steps she had before, just as graceful as ever.

[Idrez]

"Rain, how imaginative. I don't know why it is always the same cyclical deal. Well, I assume it is cyclical... Gialael's isn't after all. Doesn't really help my situation any though."

Idrez props himself up on one hand, and hoists himself out of the pond and into the slow rain. Normally, he would take the time to dust himself off, but considering the state of his clothes, hands, hair, and everything around him... A nearby neon sign crackles to life screaming into the night- [Black Dragon Bar]. Taverns always had the most interesting people, a warm welcoming environ, singing, some poetry, a warm meal, advice, beds... Idrez shuddered thinking about it, he loved taverns.

Slowly, he crept forward, no cars, no animals, no people, silent appreciation. His hand reached for the handle, and he slowly pressed the door open into a smoke filled room. A beat poet read slowly on a small stage as headlights darted across the windows behind him. Idrez sloughed into a chair between two fairly good looking women. It wasn't a horrid place, but he had seen far better taverns, especially back home. Israfel, the port, was unparalleled in hospitality.

[The Joker]

Mo'Raen was twirling happily, grinning to herself in the rain as her wet hair spun and stuck to her face, when something made her stop. She abruptly halted her dance, and her dress and hair both settled to their original places, hanging heavy off her body. She stood absolutely still for a minute, while she attempted to decipher the strange sensation she had felt just a moment ago.

It was as if... a hole had been torn momentarily in the world and then sewn itself shut again. She had never felt anything like it ever before. After the feeling had passed, a faint shadow of it remained. Not nearly as strong as before, and different somehow... A feeling like something strange had entered the world, something that didn't belong. The feeling was tugging at her, urging her to move back toward the humans' city.

She knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself from investigating the unsettling occurrence, but continued to stand for just a moment longer in her meadow. The warm rain caressed her soft, childlike features and seemed to sizzle on her skin as excitement and trepidation coursed rapidly through her veins.

All at once she collected her thoughts with one last deep breath and promptly took off for the town. Her short legs carried her swiftly to where the alien object had appeared. In no time at all, she was standing in front of one of the many local bars. The feeling had become much stronger and more concentrated as she neared the place, until now her entire body seemed abuzz with the foreign sensation that made her both anxious and excited. There was no doubt about it--whatever had arrived in this world was inside that building.

Mo'Raen felt only vaguely sorry about leaving the rain as she slowly pulled open the heavy metal door. She stepped quietly inside, hoping the dim lighting would hide her appearance. She really wasn't decent for such a public place. She was soaking wet, her dress hanging limply off of her in an odd manner that made it obvious it was meant for someone much larger than her. Her feet were shoe-less, which the mortals rarely practiced except when it was very warm outside and she had no jacket or sweater on, which would be strange considering the weather.

Raen sighed, expecting difficulties to arise because of these things, but nonetheless ducked her head and moved to the side of the door. She stood casually while scanning the room for anything out of place. Anything that may have entered this world from another, by some magic.

[Idrez]

Idrez ignores the young woman in the room. Her soaked, white dress clung to her- she must be insane, homeless, or looking for someone that wasn't him. However, the two women near him deserved some attention, and with what stories he could, he tried charming them. All while ignoring the new presence.

[The Joker]

As Raen scanned the room, she took note of the people residing within it. There was a group of men who appeared to be quite drunk, a lone man and woman leaning close to one another over their small table, a man desolately staring off into space as he huddled over his drink at the bar, a man hitting on two women, and of course the employees. The bartender was cleaning glasses, minding his own business for once, and the poet was droning on about loneliness.

She couldn't see anything out of place, so she began to listen, wondering if she might be able to deduce the source of her strange feeling by hearing. The drunk men were hoo-rahing about an attractive woman who had walked across their workplace today. It would never cease to amaze Mo'Raen at what the human race found beautiful, as opposed to things like the rain or her stars in the night sky.

The couple was murmuring to one another about their past sexual experiences, and the flirtatious man was telling the two women a story... She wasn't quite sure she had heard what he was talking about, so she floated nearer their table, looking as if she were getting closer to better enjoy the poet's ramblings so as not to arouse suspicion.

[Idrez]

"She moved closer... what is she even doing in a tavern? She should return home, like a good girl," Idrez idly thought while continuing his story, "just ignore her, she isn't who I'm looking for, and she isn't even old enough to be interesting..."

Idrez's thoughts returned to the reason he searches, to the Dreamer. What would entertain her on this world, to whom would she associate? After a night in the tavern, and a good night's rest he can return to looking...

Soon, his story of an urban princess finished, and his eyes seemed to glaze over as the women talked to him of their own thoughts and tales. First, his consciousness returned to the shard of himself left at home, then he returned, but just to think more of where to look for Her... These women mattered little comparatively.

[The Joker]

As she sidled ever closer, the man finished up a fairy tale story. As soon as he finished speaking, one of his female companions promptly began to fill the silence with a story of her own, but he didn't seem as if he was listening very attentively. Mo'Raen wondered suspisciuosly what was on his mind.

She didn't know why, but she felt as though this particular man was the cause of the strange sensation she had felt earlier. Making her decision, she sat at an empty booth a few tables closer to the stage than the trio and settled in for a long wait. She would follow him and discover his intentions one way or the other, but she found the idea of possibly starting an argument in a public place distasteful. She would much rather wait and confront him in a more secluded area, where the humans' prying eyes wouldn't find them.

She sat quietly and patiently, keeping an eye on the stranger at all times. Once in a while, she found herself glaring openly at him and had to scold herself. Her heart was heavy with a possible threat to her world sitting so near and she found she couldn't help herself.