[ 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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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.]