Saber's sword was at his belt. It was in easy reach, but until something actually attacked them he was content to leave it there. Being attacked was feeling less and less likely as they got closer to the...whatever it was. Saber felt at ease, but at the same time he felt like being at ease wasn't the right reaction here, and that made him feel ill at ease. The conflict of emotions was starting to give him a headache, so he decided to cut through the uncertainty.
Funny enough, this peace and tranquility just puts him more on edge. Like they're wandering into that poppy field from the Wizard of Oz or whatever. Maybe they'll get so peaceful here they'll fall asleep for ten years or something.
But he's not going to voice that, in case he's wrong and his suspicion makes this whole thing turn against them. Irony is a constant danger in dreams! Instead, he starts mounting the -- well, let's call them stairs for lack of any other word.
"... It's a stage." Connor can't keep the confusion out of his voice as he says it, because... why would it be elevated? "I hope one of you can sing."
It's kind of an idle comment as he steps in from of Sam to let her take the rear. Because a stage is meant for one thing, and suddenly Connor is most afraid of what performing in this place means. He's never cared what the crowd is like when he performs, but that's because he's normally performing in queer spaces. Performing for a space an being found wanting, though... well.
[ Despite the uh, precarious climb the stairs provide, the ascent itself is uneventful. That sense of peace radiating out from the structure only intensifies as you climb and you realize as you actually set foot in the thing that... oh. It's actually a pretty nice view up here. This high up, you can see in all directions and get a good feel for the fact that this dream you've stumbled into almost seems to go on forever.
You have a few seconds of peace before two things happen almost at once.
The first is a fluctuation of the feelings that have been surrounding you. There's an abrupt halt to that sense of peace followed by a simmering undercurrent of unmistakable hostility. This place is not for you.
The second is the sound of approaching footsteps, coming up the stairs and curling around the tower just out of view. ]
Saber spun around at the sound of footsteps, suddenly feeling like h3 was about to be caught with his hand in the metaphorical cookie jar.
He put his hand on the sword hanging from his belt, but still didn’t draw it. The feeling that they were the ones in the wrong here was almost overwhelming.
If there'd been a sign saying 'please do not enter the gazebo' they wouldn't be up here to start with. As usual, everything breaks down to terrible communication. Oppressive feelings of 'this hole was NOT made for you' do not count as a proper meeting of the minds!
Zeke steps smoothly in front of the others, standing closest to the stair case with his hands resolutely empty and by his side, and a patient expression on his face. This is his idea and he's the one who can take a hit without needing to throw up shields or something, so if someone's gotta take remonstrance to the face it's going to be him. But he's still hopeful that this can be peaceful.
"Oh, now we get some actual information." Sam can't help but be a little annoyed--she is absolutely the type to not go where she isn't invited. A 'no trespassing' sign would have sufficed, really.
Zeke is in front, but Sam steps up behind him--if nothing else, her powers can probably give him a boost. She's not outright hostile--guarded is probably the correct word, here.
Connor's first instinct is to look over the railing to try and locate a shadow to come out of. The only shadow large enough is the shadow of the tower itself and he can't see it from this angle, so instead he pulls the shadows he's been keeping around himself closer and tries to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. It feels like a bad time to have powers that rely on him manipulating the dreamscape, since they're not supposed to be here.
... Probably should have said something about that once he realized. Well. Hindsight is 50/50 and he'll make a note for the future.
[ There's nothing to see over the railing. In fact, the shadows are strange – the sort of odd optical illusion you might see on a zero shadow day where things seems to be lit from immediately above, as if the moon is emitting a light bright enough to illuminate everything.
Who or whatever is approaching turns the last bend in the stairway up to the gazebo. ]
[ And Dreamer Crimson steps up into the gazebo. You all have approximately half a second to process this information before Crimson, quite understandably, leaps back in fright and shock, catching herself on the railing before she tumbles back down the stairs. ]
Some of the tension left his stance, but Saber still hesitated. What do you even SAY in a moment like this? He knew enough about RAY to make an educated guess, at least, so he went with a classic line.
Yeah, she's not sure that this isn't a doppelganger either. Sam can't believe it'd be this simple. Especially after what had happened before...
But she's not about to haul her axe off her back and start threatening. Instead, she plants her hands on her hips, tilts her head to one side, and gives Dreamer Crimson an upnod.
Connor's grown up hearing stories about RAY. He remembers his mom having to go into work on short notice when Dreamer Crimson disappeared, because it was kind of a big deal, but it was when he was relatively young so most of it felt like a fairytale. So yes. He was told they were looking for Dreamer Crimson, but also he didn't expect it to actually happen. This is the most stressful thing to ever happen to him, which is why he just drops into a crouch, drawing the blanket of shadows over his head and simply murmuring "what the fuck" to himself over and over.
This is so far out of his pay grade. His job is being a teen heartthrob, not solving the deep mysteries of the Dream Sphere.
I don't understand– [ Quite, uh, understandably, Crimson is also having a hell of a time trying to wrap her head around this. ] You shouldn't be here. You have to–
[ Crimson takes one step towards them and everything
changes.
The world lurches under their feet and in the slow motion, drawn out way of dreams, the group finds themselves tilting at an angle as Crimson and that strange, eerie realm are yanked out of their reach and into the distance. Darkness encroaches the corners of your vision and it feels like you're sinking into the blackness that comes before sleep. But before you go, you hang there in that dark quiet long enough for an image to be imprinted in your eyes.
Dreamer Crimson with some desperate, intense emotion all over her face, her hand outstretched but not managing to reach you. ]
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Saber's sword was at his belt. It was in easy reach, but until something actually attacked them he was content to leave it there. Being attacked was feeling less and less likely as they got closer to the...whatever it was. Saber felt at ease, but at the same time he felt like being at ease wasn't the right reaction here, and that made him feel ill at ease. The conflict of emotions was starting to give him a headache, so he decided to cut through the uncertainty.
"Shall we see if anyone is home?"
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But he's not going to voice that, in case he's wrong and his suspicion makes this whole thing turn against them. Irony is a constant danger in dreams! Instead, he starts mounting the -- well, let's call them stairs for lack of any other word.
"Anyone's guess what this will be."
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It's a gazebo, Sam. And you know what that is.
"I think I'm still gonna take the rear, so...ladies not first, I guess."
Not that Zeke's a lady, either, but. Sam's attempting silliness to lighten the oppressiveness. She's not sure everyone feels it, but she does.
She just wants to make everyone feel a little better...
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It's kind of an idle comment as he steps in from of Sam to let her take the rear. Because a stage is meant for one thing, and suddenly Connor is most afraid of what performing in this place means. He's never cared what the crowd is like when he performs, but that's because he's normally performing in queer spaces. Performing for a space an being found wanting, though... well.
Maybe that's how Dreamer Crimson disappeared.
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You have a few seconds of peace before two things happen almost at once.
The first is a fluctuation of the feelings that have been surrounding you. There's an abrupt halt to that sense of peace followed by a simmering undercurrent of unmistakable hostility. This place is not for you.
The second is the sound of approaching footsteps, coming up the stairs and curling around the tower just out of view. ]
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He put his hand on the sword hanging from his belt, but still didn’t draw it. The feeling that they were the ones in the wrong here was almost overwhelming.
“I have a bad feeling about this…”
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Zeke steps smoothly in front of the others, standing closest to the stair case with his hands resolutely empty and by his side, and a patient expression on his face. This is his idea and he's the one who can take a hit without needing to throw up shields or something, so if someone's gotta take remonstrance to the face it's going to be him. But he's still hopeful that this can be peaceful.
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Zeke is in front, but Sam steps up behind him--if nothing else, her powers can probably give him a boost. She's not outright hostile--guarded is probably the correct word, here.
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... Probably should have said something about that once he realized. Well. Hindsight is 50/50 and he'll make a note for the future.
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Who or whatever is approaching turns the last bend in the stairway up to the gazebo. ]
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What–?! How on– where did you–?!
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Some of the tension left his stance, but Saber still hesitated. What do you even SAY in a moment like this? He knew enough about RAY to make an educated guess, at least, so he went with a classic line.
“Dreamer Crimson, I presume?”
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It can't really be this easy, can it?
No way! This has to be a fake! A doppelganger or something! Except... would a doppelganger really have that reaction to seeing them? This is --
Well. Only one thing for it.
Zeke lifts a hand in friendly greeting.
"Hey."
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Yeah, she's not sure that this isn't a doppelganger either. Sam can't believe it'd be this simple. Especially after what had happened before...
But she's not about to haul her axe off her back and start threatening. Instead, she plants her hands on her hips, tilts her head to one side, and gives Dreamer Crimson an upnod.
"What's up?"
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This is so far out of his pay grade. His job is being a teen heartthrob, not solving the deep mysteries of the Dream Sphere.
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[ Crimson takes one step towards them and everything
changes.
The world lurches under their feet and in the slow motion, drawn out way of dreams, the group finds themselves tilting at an angle as Crimson and that strange, eerie realm are yanked out of their reach and into the distance. Darkness encroaches the corners of your vision and it feels like you're sinking into the blackness that comes before sleep. But before you go, you hang there in that dark quiet long enough for an image to be imprinted in your eyes.
Dreamer Crimson with some desperate, intense emotion all over her face, her hand outstretched but not managing to reach you. ]
EXCURSION END