[Vi's out in the rain too. she has no umbrella, but she is walking to try to clear her mind of the wrongness that was nagging at her. memories that were making her head spin...
...
but when she sees the guy with the sword in the rain, she frowns.]
[ Cloud looks at her, unfamiliar familiarity ringing through him. He's seen her around, right? But... no, something is wrong with that. He feels both like she's familiar and a total stranger, and both voices are pounding in his head. He grabs at his temple, shaking it off as he looks back up at her, his ethereal, blue-green eyes shining in the light. There's no other word for it, he looks out of his mind. ]
Can't you tell? Don't you feel how... wrong it all is? Something's going to happen. It feels like everything's on the edge of snapping.
[ The part of him on-edge is contrasting with the easygoing young man from the end of the month. This one is hard, a voice edged with a trauma he can't place. Even this paradoxical contrast feels somehow both achingly familiar and foreign. ]
I don't know what, but I don't plan to just sit inside as whoever, or whatever is messing with us.
If I am, it's been weeks of working me up to this point.
[ The rain soaks through his clothes, coats his sword with a sheen. It's not raised in malice, but it's held as if, at any point, he might be forced to fight someone else. Something else. ]
You've got to feel it. Things going missing. Things not lining up. Objects going missing in your hand, and then there's... something different. You're not exactly who you were before, or maybe you are, and what you are right now is the problem.
[ There it is again, a hissing noise, a headache he can't shake. He's almost welcoming it here, but it does mean the grip on his sword slackens for a moment as he reaches toward his temple with one hand. ]
Where are we? Who are we? And why does it feel like something doesn't want us to ask this questions?
[ Again, the ravings of a madman out in the rain and thunder late at night. Maybe his words have a ring of truth, maybe they don't. ]
[ He grits his teeth and tries to focus through the headache in his own mind. The people here aren't his enemy, even if they might think he is with how crazy he's coming off. Think it through, Cloud. ]
These objects that keep appearing and disappearing, if you touch them, you... see something. Almost like you remember it. And then, sometimes, the object is gone, like someone doesn't want you to have that reminder that it was even there, that is triggered something.
[ He's pacing in the rain. His sword isn't levelled at Vi, still resting, limp in his grip. He's staring down at the rain-soaked cobblestones as he puts his thoughts together, the light making his blue-green eyes shine in the dim light whenever he pulls his face back up to accost her. ]
The other things going missing — they don't make any sense. Building signs. Trees. Other things that people see every day but don't have any 'value'. No point to steal, no point to vandalize... so why do they vanish?
Come on, you have to have seen this by now. Everyone has. If this is a nightmare...
[ He grits his teeth. ] It's one everyone in this town is sharing.
[there's a long silence as she continues to watch Cloud. there's something nagging at her too, remnants of memories that she'd also picked up and hadn't wanted to believe. and then there were other memories that clashed with those, and she's so confused she doesn't know what's real or fake.]
I just... what if this is the true stuff, and it's all dreams? What if someone's playing a sick joke on us?? Trying to throw us into some sort of meltdown or something?
[ No, but that hits close to home. How does he know what he knows is real? Does he? Even the visions that seem like they have to have been true — that part of him is sure is true, down to the marrow of his bones, have this... quality to them. Like they, too, are hiding something. Something he doesn't want to see. Or maybe, that he can't see, and it's only now, in the clarity of this world seeming like a stage to him that he can even reckon with that thought. ]
[ He stumbles backwards, the sword drops out of his hand onto the slick cobblestone as he clutches his head. He shakes it. ]
I... maybe I don't know that. [ It's a quiet admission, one he might have to reckon with later. ] Maybe I don't know that. But how do you makes sense of the things people see? The objects that no one's ever seen before? The things people can do after they've had these visions?
And more than that... can't you feel it? All month, it's been bothering me. I usually go out of town for something, everyone wants something from outside Aldrip. But no one does. And I couldn't leave if I wanted.
[ His head hurts as he pushes that to its logical conclusion. ] No one's trying to leave. No one wants to leave. Because we can't!
[they're both confusing the hell out of each other, honestly. and she doesn't know what to do with this information either. her brain is so jumbled up, and there are so many memories that she's just not getting at all that it's starting to drive her crazy.]
Yeah, but... maybe nobody's trying hard enough. There's just... you can't just not go from town when you remember the other side of it!
[she may or may not be making sense here... but to be honest, neither is he.]
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but when she sees the guy with the sword in the rain, she frowns.]
You fighting ghosts or something, pretty boy?
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Can't you tell? Don't you feel how... wrong it all is? Something's going to happen. It feels like everything's on the edge of snapping.
[ The part of him on-edge is contrasting with the easygoing young man from the end of the month. This one is hard, a voice edged with a trauma he can't place. Even this paradoxical contrast feels somehow both achingly familiar and foreign. ]
I don't know what, but I don't plan to just sit inside as whoever, or whatever is messing with us.
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Talking as someone who's constantly on edge, it doesn't feel much different.
[that'd gotten better with time as she got older here, in Aldrip... but she had been feeling a little different lately.]
You sure you're not high on something?
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[ The rain soaks through his clothes, coats his sword with a sheen. It's not raised in malice, but it's held as if, at any point, he might be forced to fight someone else. Something else. ]
You've got to feel it. Things going missing. Things not lining up. Objects going missing in your hand, and then there's... something different. You're not exactly who you were before, or maybe you are, and what you are right now is the problem.
[ There it is again, a hissing noise, a headache he can't shake. He's almost welcoming it here, but it does mean the grip on his sword slackens for a moment as he reaches toward his temple with one hand. ]
Where are we? Who are we? And why does it feel like something doesn't want us to ask this questions?
[ Again, the ravings of a madman out in the rain and thunder late at night. Maybe his words have a ring of truth, maybe they don't. ]
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but it's not quite there. it's like something is preventing those thoughts from surfacing, almost like there's a lid on it.
she groans in frustration, and shakes her head.]
Yeah, you're definitely on something.
[even though there's a pulling in the back of her head... as if something's telling her he's right.]
You don't have more than that? You're sure you're not just paranoid? Woke up from a bad dream?
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These objects that keep appearing and disappearing, if you touch them, you... see something. Almost like you remember it. And then, sometimes, the object is gone, like someone doesn't want you to have that reminder that it was even there, that is triggered something.
[ He's pacing in the rain. His sword isn't levelled at Vi, still resting, limp in his grip. He's staring down at the rain-soaked cobblestones as he puts his thoughts together, the light making his blue-green eyes shine in the dim light whenever he pulls his face back up to accost her. ]
The other things going missing — they don't make any sense. Building signs. Trees. Other things that people see every day but don't have any 'value'. No point to steal, no point to vandalize... so why do they vanish?
Come on, you have to have seen this by now. Everyone has. If this is a nightmare...
[ He grits his teeth. ] It's one everyone in this town is sharing.
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I just... what if this is the true stuff, and it's all dreams? What if someone's playing a sick joke on us?? Trying to throw us into some sort of meltdown or something?
[she grabs her head with both hands.]
How do you even know what's true and what's not??
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[ No, but that hits close to home. How does he know what he knows is real? Does he? Even the visions that seem like they have to have been true — that part of him is sure is true, down to the marrow of his bones, have this... quality to them. Like they, too, are hiding something. Something he doesn't want to see. Or maybe, that he can't see, and it's only now, in the clarity of this world seeming like a stage to him that he can even reckon with that thought. ]
[ He stumbles backwards, the sword drops out of his hand onto the slick cobblestone as he clutches his head. He shakes it. ]
I... maybe I don't know that. [ It's a quiet admission, one he might have to reckon with later. ] Maybe I don't know that. But how do you makes sense of the things people see? The objects that no one's ever seen before? The things people can do after they've had these visions?
And more than that... can't you feel it? All month, it's been bothering me. I usually go out of town for something, everyone wants something from outside Aldrip. But no one does. And I couldn't leave if I wanted.
[ His head hurts as he pushes that to its logical conclusion. ] No one's trying to leave. No one wants to leave. Because we can't!
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Yeah, but... maybe nobody's trying hard enough. There's just... you can't just not go from town when you remember the other side of it!
[she may or may not be making sense here... but to be honest, neither is he.]