[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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Re: [Tower][Closed to Bhar]

[defectivesaboteur]

[Bharal awakes to the sound of a girl crying.

This on it's own was rather unusual. Bharal never spent much time around girls(due to his lack of social graces, not by choice), and on the few occasions he'd had to spend time around girls in person, they didn't do much crying. So it takes him a moment, mind addled by sleep and eyes adjusting to being opened for the first time in what seems like ages, to realize what it is he's hearing. Once it registers, he sits bolt upright, or tries to, but he feels stiff, as though he hasn't moved in a very long time, and it takes a second or two to get his limbs to respond. Which, if he'd been thinking more clearly, would be rather troubling. He'd only been sleeping for a minute or two, hadn't he...? Oh, no time for thinking like that, there's a lady in trouble! He runs towards the window, and looks outside.

...oh. Well, then. This is not where he fell asleep. He spends a minute looking out over the golden city, and turning around to look back at the room he woke up in, before realizing that he seems to be on top of a very, very tall tower, with more nearby, on a very bright, shiny golden planet. The sudden change in locale, along with the fact that he seems to be wearing strange pajamas and that everything within sight is, frankly, rather surreal, has him fairly convinced that he must actually still be dreaming. Which means that the crying is a dreamgirl....? Or maybe a dreamlady? The distinction is mostly academic to Bharal; someone is in trouble, which means that he has to go help them. It really is as simple as that.

The sounds of crying seem to be coming from one of those other towers, and Bharal is momentarily stumped as to how to get there, considering he doesn't think there are stairs down or anything, but a quick inventory of the items he has in his room give him an idea. He pulls the curtains down from around the windows, and every other scrap of cloth he can find, and ties them all together into something resembling a rope. He looks around for something to tie the end to, before deciding to just pull the curtain rod down, bend it into something approximating a hook, and tying the curtains to it. He stands on the windowsill, and judges his shot.

He pulls back and throws as hard as he can, trying to hook the curtain rod on the windowsill of the other tower. It almost looks as though it's going to fall short; comically short, in fact; but as Bharal focuses on it, he tries to funnel that boundless optimism and determination of his into it to just get it a few more feet come on you can do it I believe in you, and, miraculously, it continues through the air, and gently lands on the windowsill. He chalks that up to dreamlogic winning out, but it's much more likely that, with how fast Prospit and it's moon is rotating, and how high up they are, he somehow managed to cheat physics enough to make it land. Whatever, he'll take it.

Once he's reasonably sure that the line is secured, he begins trying to climb, hand over hand, up to the window. He has a close call here and there, but as he climbs, he begins feeling lighter and lighter, until it takes so little effort to move himself that he could almost do it with a single finger. He also chalks this up to dreamlogic, and decides to investigate no further.

Finally reaching the window, he quietly climbs up, and peeks inside for signs of trouble. What's the etiquette for creeping in someone's window? Do you knock? He's gotta announce his presence somehow. So he gently raps against the wall, and calls out.]

H-Hello? I-Is everything okay in here...? I-....I heard someone crying....

[soundtricks]

[She's not sure if she's more surprised that he's there, or that he's asking id there's something wrong. Either way, the sound of the voice registers in the back of her mind, but her body doesn't react for a moment, pressed as deep into her pile as she is. When it does hit her that someone is actually asking, actually worried, she sits up sharply, face blotchy and tearstained and expression wide-eyed and startled. She takes in the troll at her window with a high degree of wariness, pushing herself up with her hands to sit up, fingers tensing into her pile.

She's seen the other towers, of course, figured there might be other trolls- but she hadn't really cared to find out, and hadn't had the occasion to do so. Seeing someone else of her race in this dreamworld of hers was... startling.

She could have imagined worse, she supposed.

Still, even 'dreams' couldn't change her suspicious nature, and she narrowed her eyes at him, hands tightening on the pillows she had a hold of.]

Wh-who the hell're you-?

[Her voice is small and hoarse, and it cracks, not used to speaking in this body. She blinks in surprise, like she wasn't even sure she could manage it, but doesn't take her eyes off of him. Even as she asks, she rolls out of her pile and into a tense, nervous stance, completely ignoring the fact that she's both a tear-stained mess and, frankly, roughly half the size of the troll that's just come in through her window.

...how did he even manage to get to her, anyway?]

[defectivesaboteur]

[At her reaction, Bharal's own eyes widen. He hadn't expected whoever he found in the tower to respond in such a way. Though, considering his experience with infiltrating towers to investigate the sounds of weeping heard within amounted to pretty much nil, he wasn't really sure what he had been expecting. A girl, certainly. An....ahem, attractive one, presumably, if the stories he'd heard were anything to go on, who probably needed saving. Seemed fairly accurate so far...?

Realizing that she's asked him a question, Bharal attempts a response, though, when his own voice cracks due to disuse, he clears his throat sheepishly, before trying again.]

A-Ah, I apologize, I should have introduced myself. I am Bharal Serala, miss. [He bends in a small bow.] I thought I heard someone c-crying within yonder tower, so I made my way here to see if assistance was required...

[He kind of trails off after that, almost as if he realized he said that many words in a row to a girl, and that he should probably stop talking.]

[soundtricks]

[She eyed him suspiciously as he introduced himself, wondering just what in the world he'd come up with to explain his presence there. She was surprised by what she heard, and pursed her lips slightly, shoulders hunching a little as she skimmed over his much larger frame slowly, looking for weak spots. Whoever this guy was, he-

...wait a minute-]

Bharal... Serala?

[She blinks up at him, disbelieving, and then rubs her eyes with the heel of her hand, still attempting to stop her eyes from watering. She hated crying because of this too- it never really wanted to stop when she told it too.]

Somehow, I pictured you a bit scrawnier. [She let herself flop back down to sit, no longer quite worried about his presence, and crossed her legs, setting her hands on her ankles.] Not so tall, either.

[Shoulders still hunched, she looked up at him again, lips still pursed in suspicion.]

So you... heard crying and came running to help? [And here she was, a hot, tear-stained mess, just waiting to be 'rescued' or something, right? Please.] Ain't that a bit stupid?

[defectivesaboteur]

[His eyes widen a little when she seems to recognize his name. They widen almost imperceptibly more when she makes remarks suggesting she'd had some preconceived notion of how he'd look.]

Y-Yes, miss. I apologize, but have we met? You seem to know me, but I am afraid that I do not believe I can say the same.

[The fact that this might be one of his fellow game-mates doesn't seem to dawn on him; probably because he thinks this is still a dream.

When she asks those questions, he blushes a little, but he tries to look nonchalant. This being Bharal, he isn't very good at it.]

U-Uh, yes, I suppose...that is what I have done. I do not think I agree that it is stupid, though. If I hear someone in need of help, what else could I do? Hmm, I suppose I...could have looked for someone else to come with me and help...but there doesn't seem to be many other people around here...

[He trails off, somewhere between growing more awkward and drifting off a little in thought.]

[soundtricks]

We've talked. Sorta.

[In a manner of speaking at least, though she's not sure how much their 'conversations' on trollian can be counted. But... she knew he was a gamer, so it made sense that he'd be playing this stupid game...

But she still hadn't seen it coming.]

Zurahe Cadens- or blackoutEtude, I s'ppose, if you prefer.

[She crosses her arms then, frowning up at him and arching an eyebrow in disbelief.]

Y' realize that as a troll, yeah, it is pretty stupid to go runnin' when someone screams for help? Usually? It's a trap.

[defectivesaboteur]

[A small smile spreads on his face when she introduces herself; he's glad to have found a fellow session-mate, even if it's one he doesn't know very well yet.]

Well, 'tis a pleasure to meet you in person, Lady Cadens.

A-And yes, I suppose it is not what most trolls would have done, but then again, I am not most trolls. I cannot just stand idly by while someone is harmed, whether it might be a trap or not.

[He looks a bit sheepish now, or, more than he already did.]

Y-You also did not ever say whether or not you were in trouble...