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Something like that. Admittedly, I don't know how well it'd work on doors like these. Last time I was somewhere with this much tech, I'm pretty sure they wanted us to come right in. [The World That Never Was. He hadn't been anywhere like Sora's adventures, and Riku doesn't have a lot of chances to go around and see what doors he can open in his spare time. Maybe Sora's had more time to do that.
... Okay, probably not.]
I'd show you, but obviously I can't. But hey—if there's another dream world, let's set a meeting spot. You can see it then.
... Okay, probably not.]
I'd show you, but obviously I can't. But hey—if there's another dream world, let's set a meeting spot. You can see it then.
[so much brainstorming will be in order, but first—it's always the food, ain't it? get a good meal and let the words flow, that's how these things are.]
how are you with your tolerance on spicy? there's an indochinese place that's still open
they got ice cream-based desserts
shouldn't be too bad on the sugar front
[some of their usual haunts have closed temporarily due to damage left over by the emp]
how are you with your tolerance on spicy? there's an indochinese place that's still open
they got ice cream-based desserts
shouldn't be too bad on the sugar front
[some of their usual haunts have closed temporarily due to damage left over by the emp]
[riku, you don't know what you've just admitted to prompto]
Dude. I used to joke with my friends about swords that are like keys all the time. Guess there's a world where every possibility is—well! Possible!
[he'd love to see it, basically]
It's so cool that it is a thing. You better not back out on our dream world date! [it's a date now, whatever]
Dude. I used to joke with my friends about swords that are like keys all the time. Guess there's a world where every possibility is—well! Possible!
[he'd love to see it, basically]
It's so cool that it is a thing. You better not back out on our dream world date! [it's a date now, whatever]
Uhhh, I didn't agree to any date. [Why did Prompto have to go and call it a date? Riku's entire body language seems to tense up because he doesn't know what to do or think about it.]
How'd you come up with something like that off the top of your head? ... And I wonder if this has to do with that Yozora guy that Sora mentioned? [Do their worlds share similarities? It's hard to say, but ultimately possible!
Stay tuned.]
How'd you come up with something like that off the top of your head? ... And I wonder if this has to do with that Yozora guy that Sora mentioned? [Do their worlds share similarities? It's hard to say, but ultimately possible!
Stay tuned.]
It's more the antacid afterward that puts me off.
[It bubbles up in her throat, flavorful and burning. Needing to take those chewables doesn't bother her, but it's not something she'd ever volunteer for. Every time it's happened, it's felt unwanted.]
I'll be there soon.
[Clarke shows up not long after, dressed in all black. It's her current style, which strikes as a major change from before: she preferred at least some blues and other muted colors, but never all black. Thankfully? Clarke works it. She waits outside of the establishment for him, and when Prompto approaches, she brightens. For her, to some degree, it has been six years. Six years.
She surges toward him for a strong hug, wrapping her arms tight around him. Relief floods through her, indifferent to the fact that she's glowing or that he feels it. Hell, it might even be better that he does. The same intensity of caring is there. Years can't change that.]
[It bubbles up in her throat, flavorful and burning. Needing to take those chewables doesn't bother her, but it's not something she'd ever volunteer for. Every time it's happened, it's felt unwanted.]
I'll be there soon.
[Clarke shows up not long after, dressed in all black. It's her current style, which strikes as a major change from before: she preferred at least some blues and other muted colors, but never all black. Thankfully? Clarke works it. She waits outside of the establishment for him, and when Prompto approaches, she brightens. For her, to some degree, it has been six years. Six years.
She surges toward him for a strong hug, wrapping her arms tight around him. Relief floods through her, indifferent to the fact that she's glowing or that he feels it. Hell, it might even be better that he does. The same intensity of caring is there. Years can't change that.]
[the tight embrace as his first greeting to seeing her—effectively cutting short something of the usual arms waving gesture he's more in tone with—paralyzes him into a confused state before the relief and care floods through their empathy bond.]
[prompto returns the hug just as easy, pulling back after a moment when he starts feelings self-conscious about the whole exchange. smiling, he keeps his hands on clarke's arms, looking her over.]
You look different, but I guess you age pretty well.
[prompto returns the hug just as easy, pulling back after a moment when he starts feelings self-conscious about the whole exchange. smiling, he keeps his hands on clarke's arms, looking her over.]
You look different, but I guess you age pretty well.
It's strange to think that I can age, you know? Not—not literally, but going back and forth. Six years is a long time. I wish I could say that I missed you, but it's more that it hit me when I got back. That I lost all those connections.
[That's the hardest part of all of this: knowing that she won't be able to hold on to the others. She wants to be certain that they can remain in each other's thoughts forever, and grieve and love and care.
What if they can't?]
[That's the hardest part of all of this: knowing that she won't be able to hold on to the others. She wants to be certain that they can remain in each other's thoughts forever, and grieve and love and care.
What if they can't?]
[that alone can be a pretty scary thought; so they can't remember what happened here, their stay in new amsterdam. it's not a new concept though, strange having shared it over the network recently, too. it's something that prompto does his best to push down--because if he just thinks about it, then what's the point of making an effort while here at all?]
[the present tense is important, no matter where their paths may diverge. it's as real as anything else.]
[that much prompto believes in.]
Well, you didn't. [what do you say to something like that?] You may have been gone, but you weren't forgotten. And you're back now -- and you didn't forget about us once you got here.
[the present tense is important, no matter where their paths may diverge. it's as real as anything else.]
[that much prompto believes in.]
Well, you didn't. [what do you say to something like that?] You may have been gone, but you weren't forgotten. And you're back now -- and you didn't forget about us once you got here.
No. And my plan is still the same, but with a few adjustments. I want this world to be my world. That matters. [What she doesn't include is a laundry list of reasons for why that's a bad idea. Why the people of this world would likely reject any of the people from the Ark. They had messed up time and time again, and had little to show for themselves. Clarke decides it doesn't matter. Has decided it doesn't matter.
They deserve to live, too. Her people.]
Eventually, I'll just have to find a way to ensure that none of us forget. No matter what.
[As if Clarke can move mountains. The way she speaks makes it sound like she does.]
I can't let that happen any other way.
[And that's why. Her ties to others matter too much.]
They deserve to live, too. Her people.]
Eventually, I'll just have to find a way to ensure that none of us forget. No matter what.
[As if Clarke can move mountains. The way she speaks makes it sound like she does.]
I can't let that happen any other way.
[And that's why. Her ties to others matter too much.]
hey
you okay?
[ after all that shit with zerzura... ]
you okay?
[ after all that shit with zerzura... ]
You'd... consider staying here?
[from clarke's words, this is what prompto is gathering. is that possibility even on the table for them, when things are left to chance so much with them, where they have no real say on how and when they get tossed through worlds?]
[his brows stitch together momentarily as he considers what she says, but then it eases, and he nods.]
Shall we go in? Have a seat, something to eat? We can talk about it inside.
[it's somewhat chilly out here, with the rain; definitely not as comfortable as if they were in the warmth of the restaurant.]
[from clarke's words, this is what prompto is gathering. is that possibility even on the table for them, when things are left to chance so much with them, where they have no real say on how and when they get tossed through worlds?]
[his brows stitch together momentarily as he considers what she says, but then it eases, and he nods.]
Shall we go in? Have a seat, something to eat? We can talk about it inside.
[it's somewhat chilly out here, with the rain; definitely not as comfortable as if they were in the warmth of the restaurant.]
It's not a consideration. [Perhaps for Prompto, whose friends are in another world that he wants to return to, the answer is simple. The answer just goes in another direction. Clarke knows they have little control over their situations and circumstances.
But she's also Clarke Griffin. If she wants to make something happen, she will. By now, she has to believe in her sheer determination to some degree.]
I'll tell you the rest, so ... Let's go in. [It's easy to make that decision, though the cool air is nice. It means stabilization, doesn't it? Clarke can only hope.
She takes a step forward and the doors slide open for the two of them, allowing her to slip inside.]
But she's also Clarke Griffin. If she wants to make something happen, she will. By now, she has to believe in her sheer determination to some degree.]
I'll tell you the rest, so ... Let's go in. [It's easy to make that decision, though the cool air is nice. It means stabilization, doesn't it? Clarke can only hope.
She takes a step forward and the doors slide open for the two of them, allowing her to slip inside.]
[in they go, and prompto is quick to make the appropriate conversation with one of the servers, getting pointed towards a table for two; prompto taps at the table's surface as soon as they're sat, working through the menu that flickers to live onto the glass screen. technology is great.]
Let's just order something to share if you aren't very hungry.
[the point is... to talk, right? he keeps glancing at her, as if wishing to capture the differences between clarke now from the clarke before.]
Would you rather have water...?
[he mumbles this question and that of other food dishes as he scrolls through the menu, working his words around a bit lip.]
Let's just order something to share if you aren't very hungry.
[the point is... to talk, right? he keeps glancing at her, as if wishing to capture the differences between clarke now from the clarke before.]
Would you rather have water...?
[he mumbles this question and that of other food dishes as he scrolls through the menu, working his words around a bit lip.]
Let's try something sweet, but mildly so? Something you'd like, too, just in case.
[She watches Prompto's face. Does it feel like it could be six years for him, now that he knows that it existed for her? Does he feel as if he doesn't know his friend anymore? Clarke hadn't had the time to have these worries when she ran into Bellamy again (when he came in to save her from Dyoza and the others). Life back home doesn't give many chances for it.]
So, we can share everything. Including any questions you have. I'm here.
[Because being on the same page as Prompto is important to her.]
[She watches Prompto's face. Does it feel like it could be six years for him, now that he knows that it existed for her? Does he feel as if he doesn't know his friend anymore? Clarke hadn't had the time to have these worries when she ran into Bellamy again (when he came in to save her from Dyoza and the others). Life back home doesn't give many chances for it.]
So, we can share everything. Including any questions you have. I'm here.
[Because being on the same page as Prompto is important to her.]
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