Ah, for some optimism

[hurog.livejournal.com]

[The surroundings have decided to be a cavern at the moment. (The one underneath Hurog, in fact, not that anyone else would recognize it.) Oreg isn't entirely sure what to do with the fact that it looks like it should but he still can't sense the keep, especially since he can't decide if that's a good or a bad thing. He's standing and looking at where the dragon bones should be, arms crossed]

What's the point of this place if nothing here changes anything in the real world?

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[still_sitting]

What, you've never thought what it'd be like to be in a place with no real consequences?

[hurog.livejournal.com]

Why would I?

[still_sitting]

Don't know. Seems most people like the idea of doing whatever they want and not having to deal with the aftermath of it.

[hurog.livejournal.com]

I would rather be beyond consequences where it matters.

[still_sitting]

Well, apparently that's asking too much. You'll have to make-do with what you've got here.

[hurog.livejournal.com]

By doing what, exactly?

[still_sitting]

Chill out, for one. No one ever got anywhere by being wound-up tighter than a ball of string. [Beat] Okay, well maybe some people did. But it's still not healthy.

[hurog.livejournal.com]

[that gets a bitter sort of grin that's just slightly more grin than bitter]

Healthy isn't on the list of concerns, but a good effort.

[still_sitting]

Yeah? It isn't? Why's that, you got some special sort of immunity to losing your sanity?

[darkercalling]

[This... is nowhere Riku has seen before.]

... Where is this supposed to be?

[hurog.livejournal.com]

Hurog, though it hardly matters.

[darkercalling]

[Nod] Nowhere I've heard of, then. [He tilts his head at the stranger.] "Hardly matters"?

[hurog.livejournal.com]

It isn't what it appears to be, so why should the appearance matter?

[darkercalling]

[He shrugs a shoulder.]

Would you rather be somewhere you haven't been before?

[hurog.livejournal.com]

Neither holds much appeal.

[darkercalling]

[He smirks and gives an amused "Heh".]

Let me guess, you just want to go back to where you came from?

[hurog.livejournal.com]

Not particularly, no.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[Caverns are not on Naminé's list of safe places to be, so she's more than a little bit worried. However, there's at least light down here, and it seems to be coming from a rather pretty stone...

So have a Nami, huddled near one of the stones, staring into it with a very faint smile, but even that smile is a little clouded with worry.]

[hurog.livejournal.com]

[If this truly were Hurog, he would be watching her from the safety of invisibility. Here, he doesn't see much point in bothering.]

Not comfortable here, are you?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[He startles her, so she whirls around rather quickly to face him.]

Um-! I... no, not very.

[hurog.livejournal.com]

[He smiles for her, trying to look non-threatening.]

No reason to be comfortable, it's not the nicest place.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[The smile is a little reassuring at least. The fact that this apparently isn't a nice place, however, is definitely not.]

What's... not nice about it? I mean, other than the lack of light...

[hurog.livejournal.com]

[The smile fades and he looks... older than he should. Worn. But only for the moment it takes for him to bring the smile back]

Nothing, here, since it isn't really the place it mimics. It's hardly nice to be under ground instead of on top of it, though, wouldn't you say?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She nods.] You're right. I'd much rather be in the sun.

[She places her hand against one of the lit stones, looking at it curiously.] Is this somewhere you have to be? The real place, I mean?

[hurog.livejournal.com]

It's part of my responsibility, but I don't have to be here, no.