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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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