| Opening Log

[shadowqueen]

Everyone's waking up at once, covered in bits of rubble, temporarily without abilities and with a lurking headache. The castle looms around them, irrepressibly gray, huge and silent. The only noises are the people, rustling as they extract themselves from their sarcophagi and look for exits along the arching walkways.

Better take a look around, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.

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[angsts]

[After breaking free, Dynos simply collapses onto his knees and glances around him, before staring at his forearm.

... For quite a while, as he's evidently still too shocked to do anything productive.]

Why am I...?

[seventeenth]

Hey, you alright? [Guess what, Dynos, there's a Desmond standing above you, offering you a hand. He's frowning, looking equal parts concerned and confused.] Looks like we all took a bit of a spill.

[angsts]

[No. No, he's definitely not all right, but he'll just ignore that question and instead look up, though still remaining on his knees (oh, and not taking that hand).]

... It seems that way. Where is this?

[seventeenth]

No idea. [After a moment, Desmond withdraws his hand.] Just woke up myself.

[angsts]

[Which was for the best, since there was no way Dynos would take it.

He scoffs lightly, before standing up, albeit somewhat shakily. Fatigue, head hurting, body hurting in general because owww fighting—yeah.]

Well, that's certainly not very useful.

[seventeenth]

Yeah, cause you know a hell of a lot more about this place than I do. [Despite his words, Desmond doesn't sound irritated.] I know it's kind of a wreck, at least.

[angsts]

[He frowns, as lack of irritation or not on Desmond's end, Dynos can't help but be bristled by the remark.

He looks around again, before muttering—more to himself, but still loudly enough to be heard.]

... The afterlife, perhaps?

[seventeenth]

I sure as hell hope not. [Desmond crosses his arms.] For one, I'd rather not be dead. For another... this is sort of a dull afterlife.

[angsts]

... I was rather hoping there wasn't anything after death.

[Damn it.]

And it seems a bit too early to draw that conclusion just yet.

[seventeenth]

I don't think there is. [... well, with some Exceptions.] But that should mean there's a way out of here then, right?

[angsts]

Who knows? I assume you haven't left this room at any point.

[seventeenth]

Nope. Haven't found a door that'll open up.

[sagacity]

[The thing about being groggy (and suffering from a headache he chalks up to, pity, old age) is that there's this short period of time where nothing fazes you. It's in the middle of this phase that Serge comes across Dynos, regarding him with a stifled sigh.]

Hey, Dynos.

[ . . . wait a minute -- ]

[angsts]

[... Dynos, on the other hand, is very aware of his current state—or rather, what state he should be in—groggy or not.

So his brain does comprehend that something is, in fact, wrong with this picture.]

You—Serge!?

[sagacity]

[He looks down at the boy, then it clicks. Blinking, he does a double take, because even after Allwise this should not be possible.]

Dynos? What are you doing here?

[Never mind that he doesn't know where "here" is, either.]

[angsts]

That's what I want to know! And what are you doing here?

[sagacity]

I don't know. I just woke up in some sort of casket. Judging from your reaction, I'm assuming it was the same for you.

[angsts]

That was the case, yes.

... Don't tell me you died as well.

[Because there is most definitely a Dragon Gem missing on his forearm—]

[sagacity]

If I did, I don't remember a thing about how.

[Him, dying? He can reason with that. Him, talking to Dynos? . . . not so much. But what can he do? He's already talking to the kid.]

So we both don't know where this is, huh.

[They traveled all around Fulheim, and the closest thing this place could resemble is a tower from the Era of Loss. Even then . . . ]

[angsts]

You're as useless as ever.

[... Not that Dynos is any better at the moment, but.]

Ugh...

[Everything is confusing him and why couldn't he just be dead?]

[sagacity]

[Boo, always a critic.

Anyway, he would suggest talking with the people around them, but his immediate concern goes to Dynos' well-being. Which is a fairly ironic thought.]

You okay?

[angsts]

[No. Not okay at all.]

I don't need your pity.

[sagacity]

I can't exactly pity you when I'm unable to sympathize.

[Because, you know, he didn't go through that dying thing. Not that that's the real reason -- when it comes to the ever stubborn Dynos, he has to work around things extra persuasively.

What he can sympathize with is the head- and backache. Eugh.]

[demonizes]

You too?

[Comes a voice from a rather unusual looking teen. He's got a long black tail, pointed ears, and seems as if he came to this party in his pajama's.]

[angsts]

[... He stares.

And then, after a few moments, looks away because this is all so very weird.]

Obviously.