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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. ]

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[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.