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[OPEN] DERSE MINGLE
DERSE, also known as the Kingdom of Darkness is one of the two kingdoms in the INCIPISPHERE, located beyond The Veil of asteroids that surround the Medium. DERSE wages an unending war against the Light Kingdom, PROSPIT, striving for the destruction of SKAIA.
Those who dream on DERSE are viewed generally more as "team mascots"; although the DERSITE residents consider the DREAMERS to be their allies, THE ULTIMATE GOAL will eventually put the DREAMERS at odds with the residents of DERSE, who covet SKAIA'S destruction.
It is time for the DREAMERS to begin awakening.
IT IS STILL THERE STICKING OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB ON THE POST
[He grins widely, floating over to her with his hands clasped behind his back.]]
So, enjoying our dream world, miss?
WTF, IT SHOULD BE DELETED. IMMA DOUBLECHECK. GOD.
[Indeed, her last name in particular is as much an English word as it is a French one. Also Latin, but that's getting a bit too far, maybe.
He says "our" and while nothing on the surface changes much, she feels her heart skip, just once. She realizes what he means, but with no else around, she can...
Well, she can dream.]
Yes. Very much.
[She grins in kind.]
8Ic
[And then, after a pause, he outstretches a hand for her to take.]
Want to go explore for a bit? I've seen some really interesting people here, I want for you to meet them!
LOL WOW IT TOTALLY WAS THERE I DELETED IT JUST EARLIER CRAI
Please. I'm not sure you could insult anyone if your life depended on it. You'd get an aneurysm first.
[Faye doesn't perceive things in slow motion, she simply sees them exactly for how they are when they happen, will little, if anything, lost in translation. But, when they haven't happened yet, when they're in the realm of What Could Be is when her mind runs tirelessly.
Cheriour moves his hand, and at the slightest twitch, that first motion, immediately she thinks of exactly seventy three things he could be doing with it. Time ticks in moments that make sense only to her, possibilities grow and lessen, but for her very exact figures, the possibility that he could be offering his hand, freely and openly, doesn't occur to her until it's more than halfway there, and even then, she buries it. He couldn't possibly be.
But he does.
It's left What Could Be and is now Something That Is Happening. Has Happened.
For a moment, she looks at it, not as the long-fingered, honest extremity that it is, but as a series of possibilities, and she hesitates, because they're not all clear to her, or they are in ways she wishes she didn't know. What if she holds too tightly? Too loosely? What if she sweats? What if her hand spontaneously amputates at the the wrist? What if, what if, what if. A new possibility presents itself in this moment of moments: she's being ridiculous. Over-analytical. Suddenly, it's a hand again, and there's only one thing for it.
She takes it.
It's warm, and she can't help but smile.]
Yes.
[It's all she says.
It's all she can say.
But that's fine. Isn't it?]
/JUDGES YOU FOREVER m0_0m
[And he has no idea what is going on in her mind right now- all that matters is that she's holding his hand and they're ready to go exploring a magical new world full of things to discover and explore.]
Don't let go, now! Not that you would fall down, but...either way, I don't want to accidentally lose you somewhere.
[And he'll pull her along gently, itching to look through the interior of the city a bit closely.]