[OPEN] PROSPIT MINGLE

[prospitary]

PROSPIT, also known as the Kingdom of Light is one of the two kingdoms in the INCIPISPHERE, located in SKAIA'S orbit. PROSPIT defends against an unending assault the Dark Kingdom, DERSE, striving for the destruction of SKAIA.

The DREAMERS of PROSPIT reside within rooms atop towers on PROSPIT'S MOON at it orbits SKAIA; sometimes PROSPIT'S moon eclipses the clouds of SKAIA. These clouds float by the player's dream tower and portray glimpses of the past, present, and future to them.

It is time for the DREAMERS to begin awakening.

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[absentultima]

[Well, if she's looking for a fight, she'll find some entertainment soon enough.

There's a dreamself wandering around and acting lost, but he looks like he's been in a fight or two--there's old purple blood on his yellow clothes, and he's obviously worn out. Not a dreamself that's just woke up and only been in the relatively peaceful golden city, that's for sure.

He doesn't make a single sound no matter what happens, even when a Prospitian tumbles into him. Perhaps to his credit he does set the little carapace back on her feet, if a bit clumsily.

He hasn't noticed the other troll yet, but that will come soon enough.]

[soundtricks]

[Honestly, she's not looking for a fight.

That doesn't mean that running into a blood-covered sea-dweller doesn't immediately set her on edge, a little hiss rising in her throat. She forgets this body can speak sometimes, and this is one of them- though that doesn't stop her from starting up a warning rumble deep in her chest as he rights the Prospitan he'd run into. Her shoulders are tense, jaw set, and she kicks at a streetlamp nearby, the clang intended to get his attention.]

[absentultima]

[He turns, startled, and his silence makes more sense. His scars are so much a part of his self-image that he still has them--he has almost no memories of what life was like before, after all. Part of him wouldn't know what to do with a voice and is secretly scared of the idea enough not to want one.

Then he recognizes her and his harpoon is out and his posture goes very much like hers--air is forced out between his clenched teeth in a slow, threatening hiss.]

[soundtricks]

[Unlike him, Zurahe's voice is as much of her as breathing- but she isn't quite in the mood to bother with 'talking' at the moment. Because all she knows is that there's a highblood threatening her, on what she considers her streets, and she doesn't like that one bit. Her handlashes out and with very little actual effort, pulls the streetlamp she'd just kicked out of the ground and leverages it at him with a snarl before slamming it down, aiming for his head. Whether she hits him or not, there's likely to be a crater in the street when she connects regardless.

Sorry Prospit. Your princess is about to wreck your shit just a little.]

[absentultima]

[Well, it makes a crater, but not as much of one as there should be. The metal just...rusts and twists, like a thousand years passed in a second. Guess who just destroyed its time? This Komesh has had a lot of practice with his game-given powers.

It gives him enough room to dodge out of the way without. He signs though, in an awkward one-handed way. He doesn't think she knows sign--never expects anyone to, but he's venting.]

Go to hell, lowblood! You don't have the time for this. You're all going do die if I don't--

[And then he's snarling in silence and sending a harpoon at her. His aim is deadly, but he's not actually aiming to kill--he's trying to save everything and vaguely remembers in time to jerk the harpoon just a little to the side. The timelines are messed up, but he thinks he needs her alive.]

[soundtricks]

[She doesn't bother wasting the time being surprised with the pole not lasting- she has more important things to worry about, considering there's a hostile highblood attacking her. The signing does give her a pause, but she only gets angrier when she sees what he's signing, the rumble in her chest starting up once again.

'Go to hell , lowblood', huh?

Not a way to get on her good side, Komesh. Not at all.

The harpoon gets swatted aside with an imperious motion of one arm, and she raises her hands and signs back sharply-]

Why don't you go die, like a good, useless highblood?

[And grabs onto the rope that followed the harpoon, yanking him toward her.]

[absentultima]

You'll die too, idiot! I'm the time player! I have to stop what will happen before--! Before!

[He's jerked and stumbles hard but then lets go abruptly. He's got quite a few harpoons stored, after all.

But the stumble does cost time, so he won't have time for a counterattack. He only falls into a reasonably decent defensive stance, already looking to retreat to higher ground where he can attack at his leisure.]