Mundo appears before Nocturne at wherever he happens to be contained at the moment. "Mundo haves one thing to say to you, creepy floaty thing.......Mundo too stronk for you!" And then Mundo bursts into laughter.

Strength holds no sway in the realm of the mind.

And that's a statement, not a question.

Nocturne hangs a small sign that says "Visiting a friend, will be back shortly" on the door to his cell, before disappearing through the nearest wall, presumably into the mind of some unfortunate being.

What does a living nightmare seek in its....significant other?

F.E.A.R.
**** Everything And Run.
Your thoughts?
-Elic Roland

What do you consider to be the true essence of fear?

Sadistic personality, ability to destroy the mind of the weak, and a nice pair of breasts.

same as everybody else, I suppose.

Yes, that's what people tend to do when they come into contact with my chains of unspeakable horror... But they never get very far.


It changes depending on the person; for example, I know of a man who's deathly afraid of cats.

yes, cats.

so I stick an image of Nidalee in his head, and boom. Full blown night terror.

As for the true essence of fear, terror in it's most primal state...

Nocturne smiles, a jagged line spreads across his face; perhaps some horrifying facsimile of a mouth.

Darkness, of course.

Sona slowly enters Nocture's lair, hesitantly approaching the nightmare.

"Hello there," her music played out, "Normally I'd want nothing to do with you, but now is a special occation. I need some inspiration for a...darker melody. I was hoping the eternal darkness could assist in that."

Come now sweetheart, I'm here to answer questions, not gut you and spill your entrails across the floor. no need to be so skittish.

Another smile, this time accompanied by something that could possibly pass as a laugh in the far corners of hell.

If you want to write something dark I suggest pipe organs and chanting. Everything dark involves pipe organs and chanting.

Sona looked back at Nocturne, trying to calm her nerves around him.

"Yes well..." Sona music let out, "See, I can't really chant, and the organ is not my perfered choice of instrument."

Sona looks down at her Etwahl.

Ah, yes.

Just play the lowest two chords repeatedly and you'll do fine, I'm sure of it.