I'm Always in This Twilight | Day 15 | Afternoon/Evening

[seerchlight]

So, as it turns out, Lights has a few tricks up his sleeves - ones that he's hasn't really bothered with since waking. After some thought, though, he's decided to brush up on his skills by tormenting the general public in the Grand Hall all evening.

He floats high up above the staircases, illuminating the ground below like a small sun. He's admittedly smirking a bit while he casually dicks around with his powers. If you are unfortunate to wander through the hall, you may experience one of the following effects:

1) Being suddenly illuminated by a pillar of light shooting down from the fairest himself. This is really only just kind of annoying, like someone is suddenly spotlighting you on stage.

2) Seeing spots of lights out of the corners of your eyes, like some kind of weird fairy phantasm. Or perhaps just seeing a light formation shaped like a troll bulge seemingly painted onto the wall in light. What a class act, this guy.

3) If you actually make the mistake of looking at him, there is a very good chance (barring a serious effort of will) that you will find yourself transfixed - meaning you will succumb to a hypnotic "oooh, shiny!" feeling just by looking at him, and will find yourself incapable of focusing on anything else until he breaks the effect. He is going to pointedly do this to a few people just for practice.

Also, he will probably laugh at you. That's key.

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[heirred]

Of course when Cool Kid gets stuck in that spotlight he immediately winces, stumbling backwards to get away. Hissing the shadows around him grow deep.

"What thew FUCK." he shouts, wiping at his temporarily blinded eyes.

[seerchlight]

The searchlight just fucking cackles from up above in his weird "eheheheheh" kind of way. No, no cutting repartee. Just laughing. That's all you get.

[heirred]

The shadows around him only get worse, the space around him seeming to split oddly. His vision starts to clear, but he still can't really see anything. All he hears is that cackle and for some reason it's the only thing he can think of that would have made him even more infuriated right now.

"Laugh it the fuck up bulgemeister brightdicks."

[seerchlight]

He just keeps laughing for a moment, though the effect happening around the other changeling looks really strange to his eyes. He pauses, tilting his head a little.

"What the fuck is up with your aura, dude? That is some weird ass shit."

[heirred]

"The fuck is up that we're not all fucking dick chugging Fairest that can dance around and sparkle in the pretty lights of master's fucking bed chamber bulge munch."

His vision's finally back, and with it a desire for revenge. Unfortunately manipulating shadows in the presence of such a bright fairest is even more difficult than usual. He pulls himself more into the darkness instead of trying to blind the Fairest, feeling safer in the dark. The space where he stands even weirder looking than before, a dark shadowed mass in the middle of twisting tiles and walls, floor stretching and spinning in ways it never should.

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[chromaticscale]

Wow, what perfect timing! She was just coming down the stairs on her way back to the pond, when suddenly.. light! She looks at the stairs first, as if it might be coming from there, but then looks up, shielding her eyes with one hand. Is this some kind of cue? Does that mean she should do something? She stops, three steps down, unsure of what to do.

[seerchlight]

He's sort of amused that she isn't really doing anything but standing there, not saying anything. He guesses she can't see him. He smiles a little but to himself, and does another spotlight-like flourish of the beam, swinging it around so it settles on her again.

The way it glimmers off of her scales is really nice.

[chromaticscale]

She can't very well shout at him, now can she? Well, she could. It probably wouldn't end very well. Still, she gives a little wave.

"What are you doing up there?" Maybe he can hear her anyway.

[seerchlight]

He comes down when she speaks, remembering how softly she tends to speak. He stops so he's just a little bit up from her, still grinning.

"Just fucking around I guess. It's been forever since I tried doing anything really..." he pauses, "...flashy."

[infernoandhearth]

Somebody is doing backwards shadow puppets. Or at least, that's what the kitchen fire figures, because that's what that thingy on the wall looks like. The kitchen fire looks at it, and looks around for the source. A lamp, perhaps, and amusing shape cut in a lamp that turns and...animates?

It's when he eventually looks up, and sees the bright floating form that he thinks he has a probable source. So he sits down, and looks back at the wall, and brings orange wriggling sparks into being, to coalesce and form tentacle-things beside the initial ones, the ends of them pretending to prod at the other light-ones.

[seerchlight]

At first Sollux isn't really sure what the boy is going to do when he starts staring at the tentacles, but safe to say he wasn't expecting this reciprocation. He snorts to himself, almost in challenge, and moves his hands around as he wills his own tentacles to flail wildly at the fire ones.

Aw yeah, so sexy.

[infernoandhearth]

Aw yeaaah. The fire really has no idea what's going on, he's yet to see troll junk, so he assumes it's a weird tentacle fight for some reason. But hey! Why not? The orange ones flail and flap. They'd probably be going plap plap plap if they were real.

But this isn't ridiculous enough yet. Purple sparks. He knows he can do purple ones, he's done those before, he feels certain...

Yes.

A purple tentacle, large as all the others descends from above to smack down upon them.

[seerchlight]

This...well, Lights isn't really sure what this is simulating. He lets his tentacle projection drop just in time for it to be crushed by the purple tentacle, because damn.

"Oh, baby, yeah," he drawls from up above, snickering.

[hourglassfigure]

Satandir's first reaction to dicks on the wall is skeptically-amused seriously? sort of smile that she covers with her hand, but her smile broadens when she notices who's responsible.

"Livingston!" She arches her eyebrows, smirking, as she calls up to him. It's a friendly smirk. Someone with less specialised eyesight might not be able to spot the nuance from all the way up there, but, well. "I didn't know you were an artist."

[seerchlight]

Seeing the light glint off of her glass is pretty hard to miss. He floats down a little, grinning.

"You'll soon come to understand I am amazing at literally fucking everything."

[hourglassfigure]

She snorts and looks back at his ... wall decoration.

"Really," she replies, without a question mark, but also without the kind of flat tone of voice that would warrant a full stop. If only a spoken phrase without punctuation on the end was easier to render in prose. "Well, I guess I can't remember ever seeing anybody do a better job of drawing a dick on a wall," she says charitably.

[seerchlight]

"I'm pretty shocked that I'm the first one to try it, to be quite honest," he says, outwardly lapping up her faint phrase with a solid note of irony. "I do basically pride myself on my innovation, though."

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[grotesqueobserver]

"Eh?" The statue finds himself suddenly illuminated, and by a familiar light, at that. He's in considerably better spirits than the last time the searchlight saw him, and he's actually smiling as he turns around to look for the light's source.

It's easy enough to spot, and he shades his eyes and gives his former...coworker? a shy wave. "Hello!" he calls. "It's been...a...while..." his voice trails off to nothing as he fully takes in the light above him. It's beautiful.

And possessed of his own mind or not, his purpose is still to watch. So watch he does, unable to look away. His hands simply drop limply to his sides, and his head tilts to one side, a slight smile on his face as he stares. Only his tail, twitching like a cat, gives any indication that he's not a genuine statue now.

[seerchlight]

After the other's worlds trail off, Light carefully comes forward, as examining something he's made. He moves back and forth a little, watching the changeling stare. Then he poke him in the forehead.

"Yo," he says, for good measure. Normally this would make a person incapable of doing much more than staring but he's curious to see how far he can push it.

[grotesqueobserver]

The sentry's only movement is to turn his head slightly as he follows the light's movement, completely mesmerized. Nothing but beautiful colors in his eyes, and in his mind. His only response to the poke is to blink once, and with the slight pressure to his forehead his head tilts back a fraction and doesn't correct itself. His ears twitch slightly at the sound of Light's voice, indicating that he can at least hear something, but there's no reply.

[seerchlight]

Lights pauses, watching him. This seems like it'd be perfect territory for some kind of prank, or something, but he doesn't really know what he intended to do at this point. He doesn't really have any good ideas, and well...

Something about the way this guy fell for it so effortlessly just makes him feel bad for giving him shit over it. Practicing his skills are one thing, but this guy's done absolutely nothing to deserve more.

So, with that, after letting it hang for a solid minute or two just to see if he could, he pulls back a little and the shimmering of his effect dies down enough to release him.

"Whoa there, man, slow down," he drawls. A little mockery couldn't hurt though.

this is super late I'm sorry

[sageprincess]

Know who's not fooled by your little phantasmal trick, Lights?

This girl. Bless you, 360 degree vision.

The oracle sighs as she realizes the little lights are indeed intended to affect her, stopping as she makes her way through the Grand Hall. Calling up to the ceiling, she gestures vaguely to the lights dancing around her.

"This does not work on me, you realize."

[seerchlight]

It takes a moment for him to realize he's being addressed already. He pauses, and then scrutinizes her a little more closely.

"Well, that sucks," he drawls. "Why the fuck not?"

[sageprincess]

Her nose wrinkles slightly. Language.

"My vision is not limited to what my eyes can see," she explains. "I served as an oracle before... all this. Seeing things outside of the normal range of sight was my duty."

[seerchlight]

He pauses at that. After a moment he comes down to her level, momentarily forgetting about whatever petty games he had been playing.

"Seriously? Me too," he says. His empty eyes very nearly glimmer with his interest, were they capable of such a thing.