Whoa. You... you really have been dealing with a lot, man...
[Kurt frowns thoughtfully as he takes it all in. It helps to paint a picture of everything Altius has been dealing with, but it doesn't help him find a solution.]
I hope it's not the bite that's having that effect on you... but whatever it is must be bad news. We have to figure out a way to help you fast!
[Altius lets out a slow breath. Use just enough healing to keep yourself together. Don't overdo it.]
I didn't think it any worse than anyone else.
[Others became monsters. Others have been sentenced. ... Though admittedly he hasn't heard of anyone else getting bitten. Perhaps he just got lucky—or maybe he was the only one foolish enough to approach without the right amount of caution.]
Thank you, [he mutters. Opening his eyes doesn't reveal his senses working perfectly, but it's good enough, and he has practice moving under dizzying circumstances; he strides forward regardless of the difficulty, staying close.
Despite the birdsong he has yet to see any birds. For that matter, he hasn't seen any creatures in here at all—not that his vision is sharp enough at the moment to spot anything small, but he would have expected something to emerge. Or maybe what's in here is only metaphysical...?]
Maybe we're meant to find an apple of some sort...
[That would be on theme, surely. Is this place that cliché?]
[Kurt does try looking for the source of birdcalls every now and then. But even that may be an illusion. This place really does seem barren despite its misleading appearance...
All along the way, he tries to keep some attention on Altius, to make sure he's alright. The apple comment gets a laugh out of Kurt.]
A special garden, and snakes? I see what you're getting at! This actually feels like the opposite of the Garden of Eden... [Snakes getting you into a fake garden instead of kicked out of a real one?] I'm not sure if any apple here would be really good or really bad!
[He'll keep his eyes peeled just in case, because maybe it really is that simple!]
Altius steps forward, and he thinks he hears and feels something strange—instead of the brushing of plants against his boots, there's the sense of something muddy, damp. He pauses and looks down.
There's a blur of red. His eyes follow the trail of it—more easily than his senses have allowed him the past several minutes. A familiar body lies at the end, some yards away: a young man he hasn't seen in months.]
Kurt, [he says, his voice only vaguely unsteady, but not with panic. It makes no sense, even if he feels the cold sweat at the back of his neck; even if a sinking feeling of dread locks him in place.] Do you see something over there.
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[Kurt follows Altius's eyes in the indicated direction. And he squints as he tries to see whatever the man is referring to.]
What something? I don't really see anything...
[Although something does start to appear for Kurt. A group of angry humans with pitchforks, shirts and signs emblazoned with anti-mutant messaging. Kurt is startled by the sudden sight!]
Not real, [he says under his breath. Even though he smells the blood he can feel on his hands. His heart pounds and Kurt's dismayed reaction doesn't help, but it's just off enough that his mind tries to hold onto that scrap of an observation, past the fog and static in his head that threaten to drown him in horror.
His voice isn't as strong as he wants it to be, but it is nevertheless louder as he continues.]
It's not real. [He turns to the mutant, though Ferran's body remains in his peripheral.] What are you seeing?
[Even knowing that it must be fake, that he can't see what Kurt sees, he takes a protective step in the young man's direction. But he can't guarantee that there's not something behind the illusions, something waiting to strike.]
There's no one here angry about mutants, Kurt. [Not when they're all from such different worlds where the concept would be too new to even garner a strong opinion. Gadriel doesn't count, he can be reasoned with. Hopefully that glass will show him whatever is here... if it's anything at all.
It helps to focus on the real person next to him, to block out the parts of him that want to turn and run towards the image he's seeing.]
[The sight of them is almost overwhelming. It's like they're right here, fresh from attacking the mansion and who knows how many of his friends...
But Altius's words are like the opposite of a siren's call, coaxing him back to his senses. He starts to remember - in this world here, he hasn't encountered anything like his experiences back home. Everyone just accepts him, casually. That helps him to soften.]
You're right. This place... It's not like home at all. Not in that way.
[With that, he raises the glass starts to see that there's really nothing there.]
[His jaw clenches and his eyes glaze over as he thinks he sees—pieces of the garden glitching away into horrible blurs of light. Kurt, as well, degrading into corrupted data.]
It's just in your head, [he repeats, closing his eyes and resting them against the back of his hand just as he sees it flicker like a broken hologram. Like they'll all turn out to be, if they're stuck here for too long. And then that body will no longer be just a hypothetical...
[Altius grits his teeth, forcing himself to stay steady even as a wave of dizziness overtakes him—so he only sways slightly.]
I can't afford to... hesitate. [It's not an answer to Kurt's question, but it's an answer to the images he's seeing. He opens his eyes, just barely, a stubbornness in his grimace. How many nightmares has he already endured? It shouldn't be any different just because he's experiencing them while waking.]
[He looks on with concern. That was distinctly not an answer to his question, so Kurt's unsure about this.]
I'm gonna start moving, but I'm staying close to you. [He won't let himself get more than a step ahead while Altius is like this. He holds up his glass.] Maybe my glass will help.
... But he hasn't gotten this far by foolishly rejecting the help that's been offered to him because of his ego. He holds out his hand to take the offered glass, distantly wondering just how much of an effect the thing can have on them. As much as he doesn't like not knowing the effects of magical objects on him, he'll take it if it's a positive.]
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[Kurt frowns thoughtfully as he takes it all in. It helps to paint a picture of everything Altius has been dealing with, but it doesn't help him find a solution.]
I hope it's not the bite that's having that effect on you... but whatever it is must be bad news. We have to figure out a way to help you fast!
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I didn't think it any worse than anyone else.
[Others became monsters. Others have been sentenced. ... Though admittedly he hasn't heard of anyone else getting bitten. Perhaps he just got lucky—or maybe he was the only one foolish enough to approach without the right amount of caution.]
One thing at a time. Perhaps... you should lead.
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[It does leave Kurt witu some concerns, not just for Altius but for others who had been afflicted by the Wish Seed.
He does nod at the man's suggestion.]
Yeah, I'll lead the way. Just stay close, man. And don't be afraid to lean on me!
[As he speaks, he steps ahead of Altius on the trail.]
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Despite the birdsong he has yet to see any birds. For that matter, he hasn't seen any creatures in here at all—not that his vision is sharp enough at the moment to spot anything small, but he would have expected something to emerge. Or maybe what's in here is only metaphysical...?]
Maybe we're meant to find an apple of some sort...
[That would be on theme, surely. Is this place that cliché?]
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All along the way, he tries to keep some attention on Altius, to make sure he's alright. The apple comment gets a laugh out of Kurt.]
A special garden, and snakes? I see what you're getting at! This actually feels like the opposite of the Garden of Eden... [Snakes getting you into a fake garden instead of kicked out of a real one?] I'm not sure if any apple here would be really good or really bad!
[He'll keep his eyes peeled just in case, because maybe it really is that simple!]
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Altius steps forward, and he thinks he hears and feels something strange—instead of the brushing of plants against his boots, there's the sense of something muddy, damp. He pauses and looks down.
There's a blur of red. His eyes follow the trail of it—more easily than his senses have allowed him the past several minutes. A familiar body lies at the end, some yards away: a young man he hasn't seen in months.]
Kurt, [he says, his voice only vaguely unsteady, but not with panic. It makes no sense, even if he feels the cold sweat at the back of his neck; even if a sinking feeling of dread locks him in place.] Do you see something over there.
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[Kurt follows Altius's eyes in the indicated direction. And he squints as he tries to see whatever the man is referring to.]
What something? I don't really see anything...
[Although something does start to appear for Kurt. A group of angry humans with pitchforks, shirts and signs emblazoned with anti-mutant messaging. Kurt is startled by the sudden sight!]
Wh-whoa!! Where did they come from??
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His voice isn't as strong as he wants it to be, but it is nevertheless louder as he continues.]
It's not real. [He turns to the mutant, though Ferran's body remains in his peripheral.] What are you seeing?
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[He panics and staggers back a bit, but Altius's words ground him.]
Wait. Not... real...?
[He breathes as he grasppls at his glass.]
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There's no one here angry about mutants, Kurt. [Not when they're all from such different worlds where the concept would be too new to even garner a strong opinion.
Gadriel doesn't count, he can be reasoned with.Hopefully that glass will show him whatever is here... if it's anything at all.It helps to focus on the real person next to him, to block out the parts of him that want to turn and run towards the image he's seeing.]
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But Altius's words are like the opposite of a siren's call, coaxing him back to his senses. He starts to remember - in this world here, he hasn't encountered anything like his experiences back home. Everyone just accepts him, casually. That helps him to soften.]
You're right. This place... It's not like home at all. Not in that way.
[With that, he raises the glass starts to see that there's really nothing there.]
It, it's all in my head.
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[His jaw clenches and his eyes glaze over as he thinks he sees—pieces of the garden glitching away into horrible blurs of light. Kurt, as well, degrading into corrupted data.]
It's just in your head, [he repeats, closing his eyes and resting them against the back of his hand just as he sees it flicker like a broken hologram. Like they'll all turn out to be, if they're stuck here for too long. And then that body will no longer be just a hypothetical...
His breaths become shallow.]
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[He repeats that to himself and closes his eyes while trying to banish the imagery completely. It's fine. It's safe. He's in a safe place.
But as he opens his eyes, he looks to Altius. He remembers what he asked him first.]
You... saw something too, right? Are you okay...?
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I can't afford to... hesitate. [It's not an answer to Kurt's question, but it's an answer to the images he's seeing. He opens his eyes, just barely, a stubbornness in his grimace. How many nightmares has he already endured? It shouldn't be any different just because he's experiencing them while waking.]
Keep going. I'll keep up.
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[He looks on with concern. That was distinctly not an answer to his question, so Kurt's unsure about this.]
I'm gonna start moving, but I'm staying close to you. [He won't let himself get more than a step ahead while Altius is like this. He holds up his glass.] Maybe my glass will help.
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... But he hasn't gotten this far by foolishly rejecting the help that's been offered to him because of his ego. He holds out his hand to take the offered glass, distantly wondering just how much of an effect the thing can have on them. As much as he doesn't like not knowing the effects of magical objects on him, he'll take it if it's a positive.]