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You are now on PROSPIT.

If you've awakened in this kingdom, your DREAM SELF is free to leave their TOWER and explore the city below. There may be a few things out of the ordinary, however; some of the resident PROSPITIANS appear to be on edge...

If you look closely, you will find a series of violet posters plastered up on the walls of the kingdom: these posters are headlined with LIES AND SLANDER, though that might only be the case if you actually like the people pictured on them. You might see one of your TEAMMATES or even just a FRIEND, beneath the headline...

DO THE HEROES CONTINUE TO SLEEP? DO THEY AWAKEN? HAVE THEY HIDDEN THEMSELVES AWAY?
THE SYLPH PULLS THROUGH! THE RING'S CRY IS ANSWERED!
THE KNIGHT IS DEAD. OUR MINDS ARE LOST.

The headlines are uncountable - you're willing to bet that there is one for every player in your session. You wouldn't be surprised if there were one about you on your opposing moon!

Perhaps you'd better locate one of your teammates, or ask the PROSPITIANS what's happening. This has to be a setup by the WHITE QUEEN.

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Win? Wait. Propaganda. Black and white shelled people. ...win. For a moment, Aria looks surprised, but then she merely looks thoughtful. Still, her tone remains friendly when she adresses the Prospitian again. Is that a boy or a girl, anyway? So difficult to tell with the carapaces...

"Yes, I am one of the heroes. My name is Aria." Introductions have to go first, after all. "D'you suppose we'll have to fight the heroes from Derse at some point?"

Just a question, of course. But she absolutely does not want to have to fight her friends.

"Oh" The Prospitan sort of... stared. "I've never seen you before."

But there was a question to be answered, and the Prospitan's gaze drifted up and away. Looking to Skaia above and the glow it cast over everything. More than that, the Prospitan was looking beyond, to where Derse was likely silently lurking, planning, and waiting.

"We don't know; both if they fight for Derse?" The Prospitan was pretty matter-of-fact about this. "Prospit fights Derse." but there was a rather odd pause, and the Prospitan hadn't looked away from Skaia above. "...even if everything is unfamiliar."

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Aria could only shrug at not being recognized. After all, Prospit was a big place. Not everyone knew everyone. She listened, herself now pensive, wondering if they really would be dragged into this war of theirs while she followed the Prospitian's eyes toward Skaia. There was no point that she could see in fighting her friends, so she certainly hoped they could all stay out of it.

It was the pause that broke her out of her own musing.

"Unfamiliar?" Perhaps she could get some information. Or even some vague hint. At this point, anything might have some value.

She didn't notice? Or perhaps she couldn't notice? The heroes weren't always on the moons, after all, so it made sense that certain peculiarities would escape them. The Prospitan, like all Prospitans, lived here on the moon. Their moon and their Skaia were all they knew. But now there were heroes; all of the heroes... and the Prospitan answered the questioning tone directly.

"That isn't our Skaia."

"It isn't?"

She looked up. For her, it was Skaia. But then, how was she supposed to tell one from the other? She hadn't even been awake that long. But if it wasn't theirs... then did it belong to one of the troll sessions? Or maybe this Prospitian did, and it was the human session Skaia? Or were things just... merging somehow?

It was impossible to tell though, so she frowned at the sky in frustration.

"I wonder whose it is, then..."

But more importantly, "Are you still going to fight?"

Until this bizarre blend of the sessions ceased, the Skaia was simultaneously all of the Skaias. Which meant it wasn't at all the correct Skaia. It was hard to think about it, honestly, but hopefully it resolved itself soon...

But then there was a question, a very important question.

"To protect Prospit, we all fight." the Prospitan nodded, confirming. "We fight or we lose."

"I wonder what would happen if both Prospit and Derse just decided not to fight at all."

It should have perhaps occured to her that this was a completely preposterous idea.

"Derse would never decide that." The Prospitan shook his head. "And because they will always fight, we will always fight back. We'll win, too."

The little prospitan seemed pretty confident about that.

"Well, that's good! Being confident in victory is a great start. And I'll see what I can do to help, too, but first I think I should go wake some more heroes up."

That was the point of being here, after all. Besides having something productive to do while asleep. In all honesty, she wanted nothing at all to do with any kind of war, nor did she want her friends in any more danger than they were already in, but hey, no reason to discourage the little guy(?), right?

"Wake them?" The little Prospitan shook his (yes, his) head, confused. "Why are they sleeping during the war...?" his tone definitely had more skepticism than it did before. What good were the heroes if they were asleep...? He shuffled nervously, more confused than anything, but definitely doubting.

"Heroes don't sleep through wars."

"Well, most of them are already awake, I think, but not all of them." Still, shouldn't the Prospitian people know that the heroes slept in the towers...? How odd.

"And of course we don't! Heroes always appear when they're needed the most!"

This Prospitan had only heard tales of heroes fighting, protecting, being heroes. Sure, they slept, but wasn't that before? Not during the war? Cue this little one's confusion.

Or maybe he was just forgetful. Either way, he nods before responding.

"We need you, and all the others, now." he fidgeted a little. "We really do."

"We'll be there." She smiled, trying her best to be reassuring. It wasn't as if they had a whole lot of options, really. They'd have to follow the path of the game, at least where it wasn't completely borked, and if that took them to the battlefield on Skaia, that would be that.

"We'll definitely be there."

"Okay." the little Prospitan smiled, nodding, looking considerably reassured.

"No Derse battleship will be able to stop Prospit...!"

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