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Serge
 Posted: Jan 1 2015, 12:54 PM
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Fall - Year 1
December 25


The whole city seemed to crackle with energy.

At least, to Serge. It was also more firm in his mind, built with the dependability of solid gold and yet as bright under his feet as a live wire. So his gloves came in handy; it probably posed no actual threat to him, but he still hesitated to touch the ground or buildings with his bare skin.

And it was strange, too, how quickly it filled his field of view. It seemed like the sea and the island behind him were gone in just a few steps, replaced by curved gold spires and the blue sky above. It probably would have been stifling if it'd been another color, only broken up by the faint glint of white carapaces and pastel clothes, but Serge automatically drew a relationship between the gold and light and relaxed.

They called it Prospit. Serge got the name from one of the locals, but when he asked about the areas nearby the answer was confusing. One had mentioned a Derse and a Skaia, but seemed a little panicked about the fact that they couldn't see either of them--which made no sense to Serge, how could anything but Prospit be visible in somewhere so sprawling and tall? Really he was overwhelmed by the size of it, but the locals also seemed few and far between.

It faintly reminded him of someplace blue and dead.

Maybe one of those far off, twisted memories from when he went to Marbule as a child. At any rate, the under and overlapping streets couldn't fool his sense of direction and Serge paused in the middle of the city, resting his arms over the railing of an arching path between buildings and watching what looked like some kind of messenger dash past underneath.

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Vriska Serket
 Posted: Jan 18 2015, 12:44 AM
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    Ugh, this old place again.

    She thought she'd seen the last of the golden spires when crazy dogtopus Jack went and toasted the place. Or, more like carved it right up like lusii did with behemoth leavings on 12th perigee's eve. That's what normal kids's lusii did on that night, god knew she'd listened to Karkat screech his ignorance shaft dry about the smell. Haha, what a wimp. If her lusus had done that, she'd have the propriety to be nice about it, at least! He didn't even get how lucky he was, not having a gigantic spider monster mom. Nope, every 12th perigee's eve she'd spent FLARPing, and reining in the loser's for Mom's feast.

    She leaned over the edge of a banister, her lips curled into a thick pout. Gr8. Now she was getting all nostalgic. Because of this stupid place.

    Apparently the mythology and lore of Prospit had gotten all mixed up, and this was some kind of weird Prospit mash-up. Because she'd bothered to go out and do her research once this golden hell island popped up, she knew some of the locals were either watching her in perfect stupid ignorance or remarking on her flashy god tier clothes as "bless the Thief of Light"! Man. Hahahaha. There was nothing out in this dump of a world to bless anybody. No great deity or nothin'. Not unless it was her own luck, and she didn't need the words of a stranger to bestow good fortune on her.

    It just came naturally.

    She idly rolled one of her die between her fingers, shoving herself off the banister to keep walking. Zidane had been all busy with his matesprit since forever, and the few false alarms she'd had of her... well... friends showing up were starting to drive her crazy. This World had the shittiest sense of humor, and that was saying something, considering she knew Eridan fucking Ampora. Treasure hunting had been a bust, and Alois had been troublesome to get into contact with, so she went off flying and lo and behold this sparkling, treasure-less city was waiting for her.

    She remembered Terezi smacking her awake and scowled, tossing up the die and snatching it in her hand. Stupid. Dumb. Stupid dumb stupid dumb stupid dumb stupid dumb.

    It wasn't until she caught a flash of blue hair and fleshy pale human skin did a half-grin cut across her face. Huh. So. Other inhabitants of the World could find Prospit, hmm?

    "Hey," Vriska said, sauntering over to him, pixie dust sparkling off her wings. No point in disguising her Light in a city made of that shit, and honestly, being in the pajamas was kind of comforting.

    She draped herself over the railing this guy was leaning over, her back up against it, her elbows resting on it, her arms flopped lazily over the side. "Can you 8e a cool guy and do a favor for little ol' me reeeeeeeeal quick?"

    She stuck her arm out, rolling all eight of her eyes.

    "Pinch me. Gotta m8ke sure this isn't some stupid dream."

    Well, hey - knowing this place, it very well could be.

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Serge
 Posted: Jan 22 2015, 07:49 PM
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Serge looked up, pushing off the banister to straighten but not removing his hands from it, when he heard the voice. He blinked in startlement at the wings, and the horns at the same time--from her clothes, she had to be a local, but he hadn’t seen one like her before now. Demi-human, he thought at once, and then one of Rocma put that thought out of his mind. He wasn’t sure what kind of creature had horns and wings, but then he also remembered seeing a mermaid in Termina once and that had been an experience.

He looked down at the arm she extended and back up. “Uh,” he said softly, knowing that something should be coming to his mind to say but not quite getting there yet. He paused for an awkward silence. “I’m--not sure I want to hurt you,” he said when it did. Because seriously, she looked a little fierce. But maybe it was the yellow eyes, or something sharp in her voice that was...dimly familiar.

Serge was getting so tired of the deja vu lately.

“What makes you think it’s a dream, anyway?” he added, eyes flicking past her at the yellow city. The thought hadn’t even occurred to him, mostly because he didn’t think he’d dreamt his wolf friend or those dark woods, but also because this all felt too real. It’d definitely be a relief if he woke up, but it certainly wouldn’t be a restful dream.

Still...the thought made his chest churn with homesickness.

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Vriska Serket
 Posted: Feb 8 2015, 03:23 PM
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    "What, you don't think it is?"

    Vriska narrowed her eyes partially, sizing up Blue Hair. While that was a nice rotten shade of blue - sang with all the violent colors of the aristocracy, and damn if she didn't like blue, to some extent (it had a nice "b" sound in it, anyway) - he sounded all... soft. Tremulous. His voice had a certain smoothed-over-ness to it, and while he wasn't stuttering like a certain (dead) weak wriggler, he felt... sensitive. He didn't want to hurt her? What, like a fucking pinch was going to do much! She found herself immediately annoyed, and bit it back with a sharp grin.

    "Hmm. Well, I could have found out the easy way, if you'd just 8een a tough 8oy and pinched me, 8ut. Guess we'll just have to leave it up to specul8tion, huh?"

    She shifted a little, the slightly warm metal of the banister digging into her back. Yeah. She hadn't started this conversation off too well. Yeah, she was intimidating - any good troll worth her salt had to be - but. It just. Wasn't going how she'd imagined.

    Not that she'd imagined much. And most things didn't go that way anyway.

    "Well, anyway. Haven't you ever heard that story? A8out the moon with golden spires?" Talking, spinning yarns like webs - that was what she was good at. She fell comfortably into the rhythm words dripping from her mouth, not really caring that she wasn't even particularly telling the truth, even if she wasn't particularly lying, either. "They say that when you sleep, sometimes you wake up in this totally new place. It's like a dream world, 8ut you're eight hundred percent lucid. Anything you imagine can come true. Flying? No 8ig deal. Even the clouds on this dream world are amazing; if you look at them long enough, you can discern the future.

    "And every8ody's talking a8out a 8unch of heroes, the Knight of this or the Seer of that, or a quick-witted, gold-hearted Thief. The weird thing a8out these heroes is they're all meant to 8eat this... quest, you could call it. They're all meant to save this dream world, 8ut more than that, they're meant to shape their own world. Only the most heroic can m8ke it, 8ut in this dream world, hey. You start to 8elieve anything's possi8le. Including making the world - the universe - all your own.

    "Cool story, huh?"
    She held out her fingers, inspecting her nails. "8ut I mean. It's not like you've ever had a dream a8out something mysterious telling you that you can shape the world if you want, right? Wild, riiiiiiiight? So this could totally not 8e a dream, 8ecause something like that's a8solutely without any precedent."

    This wasn't a dream, so what was she even trying to prove? Whatever. Ever since those weak words wisped out of his mouth, she'd been tossing around the idea of goading him into pinching her.

    "8ut there's still one good way to tell."

    And she held out her arm again.

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