The underneath is a network of sewers and cold basement levels, filled with the stench of mildew and death. You hear sounds - at a distance, and nearby. Like many legs in the dripping water, like soft voices echoing down the halls.
More notably, no matter how you got here, you can't seem to get back out. However you arrived, it's a one-way entry, and there seems to be strong magical warding stopping anything from leaving.
Are these the dungeons? Or was your arrival here a mistake?
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Oh yes. It is quite dark, isn't it....Reira hadn't really thought of that. She allowed her eyes to adjust, but the fact was, darkness was darkness. She'd love a light, certainly.
But if there wasn't one, then there wasn't much she could do about it. Reira can feel someone, however-something clearer than whatever else (if anything is truly the source of those sounds) is around them. Worry, and regret, and a pile of negative things, not quite uncomfortably painful, but at the very least enough to make one anxious.
It's easier to ignore that feeling now, now that she's had some rest (however 'forced') and 'alone time' (however unfortunate in the reason). As it is-she chases the sensation, understanding quite well what it likely means. "Julien..!" she shouts again, chasing after and holding the edge of her nightgown as she runs, barefeet slapping against molded stone. "...Over here!" she adds, once she hears his voice. The sound echoes around them, but she pays it no mind.
"Reira!" His voice bounces in the tunnels. Julien's sense of hearing is really good, less in the hear-the-footfall-of-an-ant way and more in the navigation and positioning way. The echoes of his voice plus the other sounds here give him a sense that wherever this is, it's big and complex.
Worry about that later. Eyes outlined in rings of very dim white light form in front of him and vanish behind as he gets out of their range, moving at a run, hampered by a pain in his wing - he can't flap them to run faster, it'll heal more quickly if he keeps it still - there, is that her? Is... yes, yes, he thinks so. No one else has that gold dust in their hair.
Julien scrabbles to a halt rather than bowling into the little girl. "Oh my god, Reira! Are you hurt? I smell blood." More of his than hers, but he knows what his own blood smells like.
Good that he had the sense to curb his speed, for Reira's own causes a fumble, as she nearly trips into the other. Seeing the other brings a wash of relief to her, the sensation flooding her thoughts just as much as the other's concern does. It nearly brings tears to her eyes-but she forces them back, shaking her head instead.
"Umnh..! ...It... It's fine," she quickly insists, holding her arm upward-she is, rather personally, just glad it was her right arm and not her left which was grabbed. Her left, after all, is her 'dueling arm'. And if she could not put pressure on that one, well...it would be poor news indeed. "...What about you though?" she quickly continues, bringing her arm back. "....The wolves were really big...and.... ....they were really angry, I think, at both of us-not just me...are you okay? Is the other you okay..!?" she adds, abruptly recalling the matter of his other body. Surely, unless someone mentioned a specific connection, that part would be fine at least...perhaps he could even call for help, or let her back through to get the Supervisors, or...
Her thoughts reel-but she needs to focus. Julien's own health first.
Julien dips his big head down and preens the hair on the back of her head, a completely instinctual gesture.
"I'll be fine. I can heal from anything that doesn't kill me fast." It's not that pain doesn't bother him, but he's been hurt before, he's tested the healing factor's limits before. This is temporary, an annoyance. "Gone. I can't feel or use that body at all, I'm cut off."
It feels like he's just stowed it in his inventory, outside of normal existence, but there is no peripheral body in his inventory. "I don't think there's gonna... oh, kid, I'm so sorry I got you into this. I didn't think it through enough."
She'd been hurting, and he'd felt for her and wanted to help, to share the peace he'd found. Now they're here.
In response to the sudden motion, a tiny peep escapes something from the back of the hair-her tiny sparrow poking out, before fleeing to the girl's front. She pats it gently, and then gives her quite invisible daemon a similar touch, chewing her lip. "....Being fine later isn't the same as just being fine," she notes, before jolting at the other's confession. "G....Gone..?" How does that make sense? How could it just be gone, their way out, their way to-
Her eyes are wide-but she is quiet, keeping her thoughts close. ...If there is nothing to be done, there is nothing to be done. If there is no way out now, then they must find a New way out instead. And if they are to find such a new way out, find such an escape, then...
...Reira nods, and finally, breaks the silence. "..........I need my duel disk," she says, her tone almost flat with determination. "...It's too dark to see, so we need the light."
"I can't see or hear anything from it, or feel. It's like it doesn't exist. I don't think it was killed, but it's gone." This is outside of his experience. On his world, he'd been part of the living network of the Earthmind, and a champion could split up and disperse to vast distances, supported by the rest of, well, Earthly life. In the Carnival and in the places he's visited with it, it's just him. He's figured out he can only be so far apart for so long, but he's never tested it.
His other body has a brain, is it sitting up now, another Julien, wondering where the rest of him went? He shudders in that silent moment, wishing keenly that he'd been smarter.
Well. He'll have to get the kid out somehow, even if it means staying behind because if there's any climbing or tight spaces, this body won't be able to cut it. Ignoring the stink in the air Julien sucks down a deep, deep breath.
"Right. Okay." Pulling his head back he opens a portal to his inventory over his wing. Out: Reira's weird tech thing. It appears wrapped in a wet black plastic bag, gliding out of the depths of that still ocean. Grab it, Reira, or he'll have to try to catch it with his beak.
"That's..." ...Eerie. It's quite eerie, and he's right to feel a little anxious about it (or a lot anxious, even). There is little to describe and comment on now, so Reira merely nods, watching and waiting for the inventory to open; and there comes the duel disk, wrapped tightly in the plastic for its own safety. She catches it easily, and carefully, taking a seat as she does so, begins to work to open the plastic up.
Her cards are likely in here, she observes idly. But the cards will most certainly do her little good. And if Julien can't feel his 'other self' any more, there's probably a good chance that trying to contact any other disks wouldn't work either. That much, she knows. It would likely be as hard as contacting someone from another dimension.
....
Maybe they're in another dimension, in fact.
Eventually it's out-she clacks it around her arm, shoving her deck into the card holder once it clicks out, just to keep it safe. From there, she taps the 'on' button, and hopes.
.....VrrrRRNG!
...And sighs with open relief, as a large holographic blade swings out from the projector, light bathing their immediate surroundings. It is a faint light-more than a glowstick, less than a dedicated flashlight-but it is something, and so Reira stands up to hand the plastic back to Julien. "...Umm...." A little awkward, but...
"...I don't want to leave garbage laying here. ...Even if it might be where the garbage goes, it doesn't feel right."
Oh, good, it's kept dry. He's had years of experience now in storing things in waterproof ways. Honestly they don't need to be totally waterproof, it's more like dipping them in water than keeping them submerged, so a tiny hole or a slightly porous coating don't hurt, but with how his luck's been going?
He hasn't actually seen the duel disk being used before and startles, some of his extra eyes closing and disappearing at the sudden light. He squints his real ones, his pupils contracting to smaller points. The eyes scattered and pointing to the sides, behind, above, and below continue reporting back. He can still see through them, see the long shadows cast by the light. "Oh! Well. That's something."
He's got to try to be positive. Time to be crushed later. "Sure. Just put it in." The opening to his inventory is still there, ringed by the same faint light as his spectral eyes.
"Mnnh..! ...It should have a lot of power in it, so..." ...So they should be fine. For now. The garbage goes into the inventory in the meantime, and after another few moments of managing her breath, she looks ahead. There's the rest of the...wherever they are. She knows there's something around them, maybe someones, at least in the form of creatures...
...It's a little unnerving, but she thinks she can keep herself on track. "....There's things down here," she says softly, looking ahead. "....I don't know what kinds of things... ...But I know they're there..."
...All the same. "...I don't think we can just stay in this spot though, either..."
"I have..." He trails off as he takes mental stock of his inventory. Plenty of things that could make a fire, but things that just make light? A few electronics with glowing screens. He hasn't refilled his supply of good flashlights and he'd used the headlamp a week or so ago to get to his trailer in the dark, then left it on a desk because it looked cool. "I have some penlights and the materials to make a torch, if it comes to that."
He raises his head high. "Are they the same things that keep walking around or saying stuff? We're definitely not alone in here. Can you tell if they're like hostile?"
She's not freaking out down here, a small blessing, so it's probably not something unwaveringly angry. But of course, who says they'd be anything she could pick up on? Things that are resistant or something could exist. All the rules change when you leave your own reality. "Yeah. Gotta meet the locals, right?"
Reira nods, but she frowns. "....Umm.... ...I don't think anything is close enough yet... ...but I think there might be things that are scared, at least," she murmurs, looking toward one direction in particular.
"...They don't feel like people feelings though. ....so I think it might be animals instead. ....Also..." The girl gently moves her sparrow to the top of her head, where it nestles up in the hair and gives a happy chirp. "...if we stay here, we definitely won't get out."
"Probably. This place is pretty scary." He lets out a breath, shaking his head.
She's right, but there's one more thing he should bring up. He doesn't know much of anything about her skillset, except her psychic thing and how she's really good at imitation.
"Reira, how good are you at protecting yourself?" She could go into his inventory if something dangerous happens. Of course, if he dies and that's it, she'd just be in there, frozen. Well, that's horrifying. "I don't know if we'll have to fight, and I can't protect you well enough."
She has no answer to that. It's not...scary, just dark, in her opinion. Dark, and smelly, and somewhat empty. Scary, if anything, was the manor. Reira draws a card from her duel disk however-the 'Film Magician'-and quietly sets it upon the holographic blade, narrowing her eyes. In response, a somewhat adult-sized hologram rises, and as she pats it on the shoulder, the girl confirms her hopes.
The disk still works-the hologram is solid, which means her magician is as well.
And so, Reira smiles. "...That's okay. ...We can use these-and I know how to use those really well," she adds, removing the card to place it back in the duel disk. "...They're really nice-and...they should be able to help us, if we get in trouble."
With that then... "...Let's go."
They'll begin walking onward, following the 'good vibes' whenever Reira can sense them.
The tunnels down here are winding and truly immense in size - it seems like it'd be entirely possible to be lost alone down here for some time, even if you were joined by others. Spider webs line some of the walls, and animal feces ferments in corners and mingles with fetid water. Occasionally, as they move, they will find the remains of a bodies - bones and bits of skin or ligament, but hardly any flesh.
Clearly consumed by a greater beast.
Reira will be able to sense bad vibes occasionally - emotions like hunger and blood lust, or blinding fear, but she can stay clear of them if she chooses. Does she head towards the bad emotions or does she continue to seek out good ones?
Between such things as bones and skin, Reira certainly avoids those bad emotions-Hunger and blood lust are the biggest ones. She avoids them at all cost, pointing into opposite directions or awkward corners just to stay away from them, leading Julien behind her all the while.
Fear is one she feels she should avoid-But....
If the fear is complex-if the emotion feels thicker and more substantial than the base flat 'ting' from any animal, she may venture somewhat near-near enough to determine if any safe path around can be found, before continuing to look for calmer thoughts.
"....There's lots of hungry things here," she whispers, glancing at the bone. "....We have to be really careful.."
Reira seems to know more about navigating here than he does. Julien follows her lead, staying close. He's stopped bleeding by now - it's paler than it should be and gleams wrong, but the light's not strong enough and it's not the time to examine it, he can't tell most colors here. He steps fastidiously, sometimes exhaling sharply to get a particularly unpleasant odor out of his sensitive nares.
Julien feels like he'd know if they were going in circles, even though he hasn't detected a magnetic pole to work off of. He can hear something of the shape of the passages around him and of course there's the smell, he navigates using both of those senses. But of course, fae realms aren't trustworthy.
"Right," he says, voice equally as low. "The light will make it obvious where we are. Can you tell if something's noticed it?"
The girl does pause when Julien asks about that, and looks to her light a moment. "...Normally.... ...When someone notices something, they feel something else. ....A sort of 'noticing' feeling," she explains, the definition falling quite flat.
She knows what it feels like, at least, even if there is no word in her mind for it. It is curiosity and sometimes suspicion, a mix of things that becomes all too recognizable due to how many times she's had to run and avoid it.
Yet, it's not a reaction filled with hunger or anger - instead there are feelings of curiosity and cold determination. The feeling will start to grow stronger, as if that being is approaching. The emotions are nuanced and humanoid.
Reira freezes-but looks to Julien with wide eyes-"....Something doesn't feel like an animal," she hurriedly tells him, looking back to what's ahead. "....They seem....focused."
It's hard to say but-it's also the first sign of 'human life' down here, so Reira swallows. "....We should find them. ...Maybe it's someone else that's stuck..!" ....Maybe Tyki, she dares to think.
"Well. We may not end up getting along, but all right. Let's see who it is." If it comes to running, he's getting caught. In a straightaway he can get up to a decent speed, but he has to build momentum, and he's too big and cumbersome to be agile. Better not tell her that.
He hasn't kept much from his time as an angel. The eyes. The language. Something of music, and of the immensity of time Iuliael spent on Earth appalled and delighted by what they found. And this.
Julien draws himself upright in this small space and seems to become backlit or outlined in faint, soothing light, though someone would have to be pretty close to feel that effect. "Hello?"
It will be a while until the other creature arrives, because apparently they are taking their sweet time about it. Eventually, though, an unknown figure will emerge - one that definitely isn't Tyki.
Their excess of limbs seems to match no particular theme, some biological and some made of something resembling petrified wood. They continue walking, observing the two before them, until they are in easy speaking distance.
"So, it's true, then. We really aren't alone down here."
Wood, spider, and plenty else...but what catches Reira's attention most is height. She's not the tallest one after all, and when the woman-for it seems to be a woman, in Reira's opinion, rather than some sort of 'creature'-stops, Reira as well stops walking toward the pull of emotions.
Well. This seems to be going alright so far, then. But the fact is, she doesn't recognize the other...so this is definitely strange. "Um... ...We just woke up here," Reira admits honestly, looking up to the other with not an ounce of fear to be found. "...But who are you..?"
Ah. Seeing them get close enough and be illuminated was remarkably creepy! The feathers on the back of Julien's neck rouse. He lowers them again, consciously, though he knows most people don't pick up well on avian body language.
Well, they don't seem immediately hostile, anyway. "I helped her break a rule and we got caught by wolves," he says ruefully. "They threw us down here."
He's reminded of a couple of the servants, on the carnie's arrival. One had had wooden arms and another had had four. Is it coincidence that this person has both? He shelves that thought for later.
"Yes, the patrol," they say, unsurprised. "It seems that your group has made some mistakes."
They are composed both outwardly and inwardly, stirred only by some overarching curiosity and excitement. It's not clear why they are excited exactly, of course.
"Do you think your master will bargain for your return?"
"Umnh..." Yes, well. Patrol. Reira chews her lip, nodding. "...Everyone kept feeling scared, so it was hard to sleep... ...but as soon as I went to where Julien was, they showed up..." Whoops.
She tilts her head, squinting up to the other. Why IS there excitement there? That's odd. "...I don't know the Ringmaster really good, but she does care about people. ...That's what it felt like, at least...but..."
...Why would someone get excited if new people appeared? Maybe, because... "....Were you alone here?" Was she lonely? That would be good reason to get excited, she thinks.
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But if there wasn't one, then there wasn't much she could do about it. Reira can feel someone, however-something clearer than whatever else (if anything is truly the source of those sounds) is around them. Worry, and regret, and a pile of negative things, not quite uncomfortably painful, but at the very least enough to make one anxious.
It's easier to ignore that feeling now, now that she's had some rest (however 'forced') and 'alone time' (however unfortunate in the reason). As it is-she chases the sensation, understanding quite well what it likely means. "Julien..!" she shouts again, chasing after and holding the edge of her nightgown as she runs, barefeet slapping against molded stone. "...Over here!" she adds, once she hears his voice. The sound echoes around them, but she pays it no mind.
One step at a time, after all.
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Worry about that later. Eyes outlined in rings of very dim white light form in front of him and vanish behind as he gets out of their range, moving at a run, hampered by a pain in his wing - he can't flap them to run faster, it'll heal more quickly if he keeps it still - there, is that her? Is... yes, yes, he thinks so. No one else has that gold dust in their hair.
Julien scrabbles to a halt rather than bowling into the little girl. "Oh my god, Reira! Are you hurt? I smell blood." More of his than hers, but he knows what his own blood smells like.
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"Umnh..! ...It... It's fine," she quickly insists, holding her arm upward-she is, rather personally, just glad it was her right arm and not her left which was grabbed. Her left, after all, is her 'dueling arm'. And if she could not put pressure on that one, well...it would be poor news indeed. "...What about you though?" she quickly continues, bringing her arm back. "....The wolves were really big...and.... ....they were really angry, I think, at both of us-not just me...are you okay? Is the other you okay..!?" she adds, abruptly recalling the matter of his other body. Surely, unless someone mentioned a specific connection, that part would be fine at least...perhaps he could even call for help, or let her back through to get the Supervisors, or...
Her thoughts reel-but she needs to focus. Julien's own health first.
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"I'll be fine. I can heal from anything that doesn't kill me fast." It's not that pain doesn't bother him, but he's been hurt before, he's tested the healing factor's limits before. This is temporary, an annoyance. "Gone. I can't feel or use that body at all, I'm cut off."
It feels like he's just stowed it in his inventory, outside of normal existence, but there is no peripheral body in his inventory. "I don't think there's gonna... oh, kid, I'm so sorry I got you into this. I didn't think it through enough."
She'd been hurting, and he'd felt for her and wanted to help, to share the peace he'd found. Now they're here.
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Her eyes are wide-but she is quiet, keeping her thoughts close. ...If there is nothing to be done, there is nothing to be done. If there is no way out now, then they must find a New way out instead. And if they are to find such a new way out, find such an escape, then...
...Reira nods, and finally, breaks the silence. "..........I need my duel disk," she says, her tone almost flat with determination. "...It's too dark to see, so we need the light."
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His other body has a brain, is it sitting up now, another Julien, wondering where the rest of him went? He shudders in that silent moment, wishing keenly that he'd been smarter.
Well. He'll have to get the kid out somehow, even if it means staying behind because if there's any climbing or tight spaces, this body won't be able to cut it. Ignoring the stink in the air Julien sucks down a deep, deep breath.
"Right. Okay." Pulling his head back he opens a portal to his inventory over his wing. Out: Reira's weird tech thing. It appears wrapped in a wet black plastic bag, gliding out of the depths of that still ocean. Grab it, Reira, or he'll have to try to catch it with his beak.
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Her cards are likely in here, she observes idly. But the cards will most certainly do her little good. And if Julien can't feel his 'other self' any more, there's probably a good chance that trying to contact any other disks wouldn't work either. That much, she knows. It would likely be as hard as contacting someone from another dimension.
....
Maybe they're in another dimension, in fact.
Eventually it's out-she clacks it around her arm, shoving her deck into the card holder once it clicks out, just to keep it safe. From there, she taps the 'on' button, and hopes.
.....VrrrRRNG!
...And sighs with open relief, as a large holographic blade swings out from the projector, light bathing their immediate surroundings. It is a faint light-more than a glowstick, less than a dedicated flashlight-but it is something, and so Reira stands up to hand the plastic back to Julien. "...Umm...." A little awkward, but...
"...I don't want to leave garbage laying here. ...Even if it might be where the garbage goes, it doesn't feel right."
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He hasn't actually seen the duel disk being used before and startles, some of his extra eyes closing and disappearing at the sudden light. He squints his real ones, his pupils contracting to smaller points. The eyes scattered and pointing to the sides, behind, above, and below continue reporting back. He can still see through them, see the long shadows cast by the light. "Oh! Well. That's something."
He's got to try to be positive. Time to be crushed later. "Sure. Just put it in." The opening to his inventory is still there, ringed by the same faint light as his spectral eyes.
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...It's a little unnerving, but she thinks she can keep herself on track. "....There's things down here," she says softly, looking ahead. "....I don't know what kinds of things... ...But I know they're there..."
...All the same. "...I don't think we can just stay in this spot though, either..."
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He raises his head high. "Are they the same things that keep walking around or saying stuff? We're definitely not alone in here. Can you tell if they're like hostile?"
She's not freaking out down here, a small blessing, so it's probably not something unwaveringly angry. But of course, who says they'd be anything she could pick up on? Things that are resistant or something could exist. All the rules change when you leave your own reality. "Yeah. Gotta meet the locals, right?"
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"...They don't feel like people feelings though. ....so I think it might be animals instead. ....Also..." The girl gently moves her sparrow to the top of her head, where it nestles up in the hair and gives a happy chirp. "...if we stay here, we definitely won't get out."
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She's right, but there's one more thing he should bring up. He doesn't know much of anything about her skillset, except her psychic thing and how she's really good at imitation.
"Reira, how good are you at protecting yourself?" She could go into his inventory if something dangerous happens. Of course, if he dies and that's it, she'd just be in there, frozen. Well, that's horrifying. "I don't know if we'll have to fight, and I can't protect you well enough."
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The disk still works-the hologram is solid, which means her magician is as well.
And so, Reira smiles. "...That's okay. ...We can use these-and I know how to use those really well," she adds, removing the card to place it back in the duel disk. "...They're really nice-and...they should be able to help us, if we get in trouble."
With that then... "...Let's go."
They'll begin walking onward, following the 'good vibes' whenever Reira can sense them.
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Clearly consumed by a greater beast.
Reira will be able to sense bad vibes occasionally - emotions like hunger and blood lust, or blinding fear, but she can stay clear of them if she chooses. Does she head towards the bad emotions or does she continue to seek out good ones?
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Fear is one she feels she should avoid-But....
If the fear is complex-if the emotion feels thicker and more substantial than the base flat 'ting' from any animal, she may venture somewhat near-near enough to determine if any safe path around can be found, before continuing to look for calmer thoughts.
"....There's lots of hungry things here," she whispers, glancing at the bone. "....We have to be really careful.."
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Julien feels like he'd know if they were going in circles, even though he hasn't detected a magnetic pole to work off of. He can hear something of the shape of the passages around him and of course there's the smell, he navigates using both of those senses. But of course, fae realms aren't trustworthy.
"Right," he says, voice equally as low. "The light will make it obvious where we are. Can you tell if something's noticed it?"
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She knows what it feels like, at least, even if there is no word in her mind for it. It is curiosity and sometimes suspicion, a mix of things that becomes all too recognizable due to how many times she's had to run and avoid it.
"...We should be able to get away if it happens."
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Yet, it's not a reaction filled with hunger or anger - instead there are feelings of curiosity and cold determination. The feeling will start to grow stronger, as if that being is approaching. The emotions are nuanced and humanoid.
Do they allow it to arrive?
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It's hard to say but-it's also the first sign of 'human life' down here, so Reira swallows. "....We should find them. ...Maybe it's someone else that's stuck..!" ....Maybe Tyki, she dares to think.
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He hasn't kept much from his time as an angel. The eyes. The language. Something of music, and of the immensity of time Iuliael spent on Earth appalled and delighted by what they found. And this.
Julien draws himself upright in this small space and seems to become backlit or outlined in faint, soothing light, though someone would have to be pretty close to feel that effect. "Hello?"
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Their excess of limbs seems to match no particular theme, some biological and some made of something resembling petrified wood. They continue walking, observing the two before them, until they are in easy speaking distance.
"So, it's true, then. We really aren't alone down here."
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Well. This seems to be going alright so far, then. But the fact is, she doesn't recognize the other...so this is definitely strange. "Um... ...We just woke up here," Reira admits honestly, looking up to the other with not an ounce of fear to be found. "...But who are you..?"
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Well, they don't seem immediately hostile, anyway. "I helped her break a rule and we got caught by wolves," he says ruefully. "They threw us down here."
He's reminded of a couple of the servants, on the carnie's arrival. One had had wooden arms and another had had four. Is it coincidence that this person has both? He shelves that thought for later.
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They are composed both outwardly and inwardly, stirred only by some overarching curiosity and excitement. It's not clear why they are excited exactly, of course.
"Do you think your master will bargain for your return?"
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She tilts her head, squinting up to the other. Why IS there excitement there? That's odd. "...I don't know the Ringmaster really good, but she does care about people. ...That's what it felt like, at least...but..."
...Why would someone get excited if new people appeared? Maybe, because... "....Were you alone here?" Was she lonely? That would be good reason to get excited, she thinks.
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