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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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