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[fracturedsoul]

We're taking Jake's dream corpse into the arena tower.

Anyone who wants to join us should meet us there shortly.


[ By "we", Dirk means himself along with Brobot (who's carrying the body), Jake, Jane and anyone else who wanted to come along. Jade maybe? Anyone, really. Characters not from Homestuck are welcome too.

He'll be answering questions via PDA as they walk to the tower. ]

Comments

[overbiterestart]

[Jane held tight to Dirk until the commotion had ceased and Jade was finished speaking. That certainly was a thought to throw out there. Jane looked at the ground, and then at Jade who is examining the weapon piles.]

There is no telling how long Rakuen has been playing this game, I agree.

[She lets go of Dirk finally and steps near Jade, glancing at everything on the ground. Weapons upon weapons. Is this the fate of the people that go missing? Is this their final resting place maybe?

The lot of them were likely getting into deeper things than they realized. Jade just seemed as if she knew how to handle the information better than her and Dirk- and she admires that.]

Immortal is a big descriptive word to toss out, Jade.

[greenspaces]

Maybe not immortal. But I think it's been going for so long that no one knows how many Weapons there have been.

And maybe this doesn't include people who go home. [ If they go home at all, but she doesn't say that, because she doesn't want to scare anyone. She wants to believe that they all get happy endings, either here or back where they belong. But the piles of Weapons seem to say otherwise.

If a Weapon was a soul, didn't that mean those souls were stuck here? If they weren't souls, then what were they? And why did you get hurt whenever one was broken or damaged? She'd already thought about this particular problem, but it came back to her now. ]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Dirk bends down to eye the pile nearest him, and he picks up a dagger to look it over. ]

We can't discern that with just the information we have. Our only choice is to press onward and see if we find out later.

[overbiterestart]

[Happy endings here and there would be the ideal dream, wouldn't it? Jane steps over near Jade and bends down there. Weapons of those long forgotten, or those that have recently "went home".

Strange indeed. Jane would like to come up here and sleuth around herself some time.]

I wonder if every tower we run into will be like this.

[ferriedmemories]

[The constant humming had forced her to stay awake; what had happened afterwards left her speechless for a little bit.]

...I wasn't sure what to expect but that was...

...well.

[greenspaces]

It was weird.

[ She runs her hand over a weapon that she's picked up, examining it. ] I wonder what happens if we try to take these out of the tower?

[fracturedsoul]

They disappear and wind up back in one of these piles.

[ Guess who's tried that. ]

[ferriedmemories]

That's disappointing. It'd be nice if we didn't have to drag people with us every time we wanted to fight.