[...You see a lot of strange things, living the life Aventurine has, but he has to admit, this one's novel. No, not the waking up in rags or being kidnapped (though, he's not at all bound, is this really a kidnapping?) or being on a ship--seafaring worlds do exist, after all.
No, it's watching his dear friend the Trailblazer just casually destroy everything that isn't nailed down and then stroll out onto deck with naught but rags and a crowbar like it's a normal weekday. That's delightfully odd. Not even the dreamscape can come up with such banal lunacy.
Which, that kind of asks a lot of pressing questions! Like why he isn't currently walking to the other side to awaken from the dream. This...cannot be it. He's pretty sure the Emanator would have said something. Maybe this is just a lingering Harmony-induced hallucination somehow?
Oh, he should probably stop her from being keelhauled. A familiar face is the only card in his hand until he knows what the fuck is going on here.
So, hi, Stelle, here's this fuck, cheerfully waving at you from the crate he's been sitting on to watch all...this.]
Now, I wish I could say you're a sight for sore eyes, friend, but...ahaha. Why don't we put that crowbar down?
[Like, surely she's not holding a grudge about the whole...performance, right?]
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No, it's watching his dear friend the Trailblazer just casually destroy everything that isn't nailed down and then stroll out onto deck with naught but rags and a crowbar like it's a normal weekday. That's delightfully odd. Not even the dreamscape can come up with such banal lunacy.
Which, that kind of asks a lot of pressing questions! Like why he isn't currently walking to the other side to awaken from the dream. This...cannot be it. He's pretty sure the Emanator would have said something. Maybe this is just a lingering Harmony-induced hallucination somehow?
Oh, he should probably stop her from being keelhauled. A familiar face is the only card in his hand until he knows what the fuck is going on here.
So, hi, Stelle, here's this fuck, cheerfully waving at you from the crate he's been sitting on to watch all...this.]
Now, I wish I could say you're a sight for sore eyes, friend, but...ahaha. Why don't we put that crowbar down?
[Like, surely she's not holding a grudge about the whole...performance, right?]