Sleepwalking

[Delerium]

Hmph. That pathetic excuse for a human was stronger than he thought. Arlaxishar was amazed by Ethan's ability to keep him at bay during the day.
But now, Ethan techincally slept - and while the cat's away the owl will play, or some human nonsense like that.

Bah. Clothing. Arlaxishar felt ridiculous in the items he wore called 'boxers' and a 't-shirt'. True, the 'boxers' had been modified to accomodate Ethan/Arlaxishar's new body, but why wear this obscene 'clothing' at all?
It was just another of the many human quirks and vices Arlaxishar had yet to understand.

Whatever. For now, he'd just enjoy having control once more. The Sun Dragon had been going half mad with frustration only being able to advise Ethan, but never being able to actually enforce his will within the body without Ethan's consent.
Even now, Arlaxishar had to be very careful not to do anything that would rouse Ethan out of the deep sleep his mind was currently enjoying.

With talons clicking off the marble tile of the grand hallway, Arlaxishar explored. It felt so good to be able to touch and view what HE wanted to do - not what Ethan 'felt was best'.

Pfft. Arlaxishar had the better part of 6 hours in order to judge for himself 'what was best'.

[Deon]

Dammittttttt...

Salvador rubbed his eyes tiredly as he staggered down the hallway in a strange lurching motion, as if he was lunging for something to his side and then suddenly stopping, realizing that it was actually the other way. Even the dimmed lights of the night seemed bright to his sleepy brown eyes... half-liquid, wishy-washy, his pupils dilating.

f**ing toilets.

That was the only thought in his mind, and the only thing that would drag him out of bed at such an ungodly hour. He lazily scratched the face of some famous fighter whose colorful mask was plastered onto the fabric that covered his rear, stretching with his other hand. He was quite peeved--he wouldn't even be out here if those damn plumbers did their job.

Of course, not that he'd say anything about it, because those plumbers can be kind of nasty looking... and large. Quite, quite large. Like, his crazy P.E. teacher large. And Seaheart scary. Maybe it was just those exposed buttcracks that kind of made him uncomfortable, but whatever. That was beside the point. He just had to piss. He just hoped that the janitors didn't lock the public bathrooms. Then again, he could always just go in the bushes. It was a man's gift, no? But he didn't feel like going outside and getting his feet dirty. He just took a shower--his curly hair was still wet!

Then he heard something coming his way. If he was more than just part-conscious he probably would have been a little more embarrassed at being caught in the dead of night wearing only his boxers, exposing the few puny hairs on his chest that just refused to grow. It wasn't until the figure came into his blurred vision that he was jolted to a startled, awake awareness.

"HOLY SHIT!" he yelled in a raspy, unused voice, much louder than would be tolerated at this time of night. If he wasn't dreaming, there was some kind of lizard-person that was walking his way. Nightmare, please. He nearly wet his pants.

[Delerium]

Arlaxishar growled low in his throat; if this damned fool of a human didn't keep his voice down, he'd wake Ethan.
Ah well, at least his 'boxers' looked even more ridiculous than the ones Ethan had chosen to wear...

Darting forward so quickly his taloned feet kicked up sparks, Arlaxishar urged Ethan's body to grab the fool by his throat - not hard enough to cut off the human's air supply -as tempting as it was- but enough to let it know Arlaxishar meant business.
"Shut your stupid trap, fool!" Arlaxishar hissed, his voice half an octave lower than Ethan's; but this fool had never met Ethan and couldn't possibly know...
Now that he'd gotten his point across, Arlaxishar couldn't help but regard the creature he held more curiously. It's hair was most curly... and another thing, what had it said...? Oh yes...
"Holy... shit?" Ethan/Arlaxishar echoed. "Why would shit be holy? ...Nevermind. I don't want to know the reasons you're fallible human mind would find fecal matter holy..."
He snorted and released the human, giving the stupid creature a good shove as he did so.

[Deon]

Salvador let out a fearful, strangled gasp as the dragon-lizard-man... thing grabbed him by the throat, spitting commands into his face. He nodded fearfully (more of a wiggle, actually, as he couldn't move too much with that thing clasping onto his neck), his brown eyes seeming as if they were about to bug out of their sockets.

He stumbled away from Ethan/Arlaxishar in a panicked state, clutching his neck where the other... boy, he supposed... had touched it. His voice seemed to jump up a good two octaves as he forced himself to make some kind of sound to get himself out of this situation.

Why did he always have run-ins with the scary people, huh?

"Sorry, sorry!" he squeaked, waving his hands pathetically, as if that would keep the boy away. "I swear I won't do it again, just please don't hurt me!" He cowered away from him, unknowingly backing into the wall. He let out another squeal as his shoulders hit it and jumped back into the center of the corridor.

Shit, shit, holy shit. Magical shit, please save him.

[Delerium]

The human's actions made Arlaxishar want to vomit in disgust - but that awaken Ethan for sure, so the Sun Dragon was forced to refrain. Bah.
He sneered and let his tail thrash from side to side. "Pathetic! Do none of you humans have the back bone to speak up or defend yourselves? You are a weak species that I would subjugate and dominate had I my original body..."
He took a couple steps forward towards the human and spat on the floor at his feet. "Pitiful cur..."
Arlaxishar's powers were greatly diminished at this time of night, but the Sun Dragon still found he could muster enough mental force to through his hand and levitate the fool humana couple of feet in the air. "What now, human? More of your pathetic begging? Or will you actually impress me and show me that you are not an absolute waste of sentience?"

[Deon]

Salvador backed up in such fear as the boy spat at his feet that it seemed as though the tiny pool must have come to life before his eyes and asked him to dance the tango.

What was this? Subjugation, domination...? At least one of those words he was able to recognize, and it sure didn't have a positive connotation attached to it. Then again, it didn't have a positive denotation, either. But being dominated was better than being killed, right? He didn't know, but hopefully subjugation wasn't directly connected to death...

Of course, he wasn't too wrapped up in whatever thoughts were streaming through his head not to notice that he was floating in midair.

Oh dear.

And now he had to convince some crazy dragon... lizard... thing that he wasn't a waste of sentience. Whatever the hell that was. Maybe he should have paid more attention in English. He'd never thought a good vocabulary could ever help him when he'd come face to face with some kind of monster. How could he have predicted that? Please!

So an uncanny begging ability didn't count to save his hide. Okay. Well, that's what the thing sounded like he didn't want to hear. But how was he supposed to reason with whatever this was? The Sexy Spaniard was at a loss. So he did what he always did when at a loss. Cower into a pool of liquid metal.

But not before melding his finger into a sharp needle and giving himself a painful prick on the fingertip of another hand. He squeezed the drop of darkly-colored bood out--it dribbled down his finger and fell to the ground--and then proceeded to melt into a puddle.

The drop of blood expanded, shooting out in different directions as if something was boiling and bubbling from inside of it. Finally it burst into a small robotic contraption a little bigger than Salvador's large hands and propelled itself with its long, spindly legs towards Arlaxishar with an earsplitting screech that sounded like nails scraping along a chalkboard. Its teeth were bared, pincers out, needle-like claws unsheathed and ready to take the plunge into the boy's skin.

[Krispey]

The small bare feet against the cool tiled floor of the seemingly vacant hallways could not be heard as little Keeyley travelled silently. One something in the morning, most people were asleep, preparing for some test, but Keeyley had her nights were she was just as restless as the next. Her strawberry blonde tresses swept her ankles, through the pink satin night gown she wore.

Rounding the corner, Keeyley stopped, her wide lavender optics focused on two people..Well, at least one of them was a person...The reptile, from what Keeyley could see, was hoisting the spaniard up in the air, it's tail whipping around madly. Poor guy...When he was released, he was cowarding like a little schoolboy. But this reptile..He sparked intrest within the depths of Keeyley's evil little soul.

In her right arm, she clutched Jack..The wicked looking bunny. He was cute. Cute to someone with evil tastes that is. Keeyley watched as a mechanical device was created from the little coward's blood. Perhaps, instead of taking the already evil-like one, I can take one, and mold and shape it...He needs it more than this guy... "Now now you two," Keeyley's voice was soft and at the higher range, but not too high.
Her voice matched her sweet innocent appearance. "You guys shouldn't be fighting this late. at least wait until everyone can see."

[Delerium]

Hmmm...?
What was this?

Arlaxishar watched with keen curiosity as the sniveling wiener suddenly dissolved into a silvery pool - and the drop of blood that had suddenly evolved into a... thing.
His attention split, the leviation on Salvador was broken and the metal blob dropped the couple of feet to the floor.
Unsure of what he was seeing, Arlaxishar continued to watch with rapt attention as the construct zipped across the floor towards him. His fascination caused a tunnel vision so narrow that Arlaxishar didn't do a thing until the construct had run up his scaley leg and dug its claws into the meat of his thigh.

"Huh - ow, OW!" he cried, flinging the thing off of him.

Arlaxishar then felt something stir within him.
Uh oh...
Ethan had awoke.

Ethan/Arlaxishar's crimson gaze then shone with confusion. His voice it's usual tenor hub, he said, "Wha... what happened? How did I get here...?" Then realization dawned on his face. "Arlaxishar!"
His expression suddenly became sinister and his voice dropped to a baritone. "Yeah? So what? I was just having a little fun... And look, I even found a cute chick for you to ogle as I was dealing with some crying, snot-nosed member of your race. You should be thanking me!"

His face suddenly twisted, though the being were experiencing some profound inner struggle - which he was, in the most literal sense.
When Ethan was finally in control again, he collapsed to the marble floor in a jumble of scales, talons and tail and looked around tiredly, "Ok... can someone tell me what just happened out here? Why is there a robot and a puddle of lead over there? And who are you?"

This was creepy. Until now, Ethan had had NO idea that Arlaxishar could take over his body like that. Now how was he going to be able to sleep soundly at night?

[Deon]

Salvador was thoroughly freaked out. He had absolutely no idea what was going on... and apparently, neither did reptile man. It looked like the thing had like, two personalities or something, at least, that's what it sounded like with the voice changing and different, rather funny facial expressions...

The metal construct sailed over his puddle with a screech like nails clawing on a chalkboard and slammed into the wall with a crash. Its six legs were ripped apart from its body on impact, and scattered on the floor, still twitching. The main body of the contraption fell with a thud and started chattering angrily, rolling around on the ground. Its legs started inching their way over to the fallen core like metallic worms, finally reattaching themselves. It crawled onto the pool of liquid metal that was Salvador's body and was lifted up as he reformed himself, then crawled along his back with ticklish steps, hissing from the side of his hip at Ethan.

Salvador stood up, adjusting his loud boxers with a frown. It seemed like he was no longer in immediate danger of death, judging by the confusion on the boy's face and the... girl that he barely noticed earlier, who seemed innocent enough, except for that freakish-looking bunny.

"I'm not a puddle of lead, thank you very much. If you must know, I'm made of a special kind of living metal the likes of which you've never seen," he told him, his pride obviously hurt. He turned to the girl.

"And I wasn't exactly trying to fight! This thing just suddenly came up on me! All I wanted to do was use the f**ing restroom and everything comes crashing down on me." He pointed to Ethan with an accusing finger. "You better keep that thing under wraps, man, before he terrorizes anyone else with a full bladder."