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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[hurog.livejournal.com]

You spend a lot of time traveling, then?

[hurog.livejournal.com]

[You lost him.]

What's the Dreaming?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She's very curious now.]

Could we get to the castle from here?

[still_sitting]

[It was bound to happen amidst all the babbling.]

The Dreaming's exactly what it sounds like. That's where you go when you dream. You go to his realm. [His left wing moves, almost like a shrug. If ravens could shrug.]

[hurog.livejournal.com]

If you'd like? It's hardly interesting empty.

[darkercalling]

It's my job these days. Though, you could say I traveled a lot before that, too.

[hurog.livejournal.com]

[his eyes go wide]

You know a god?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

Maybe, but I'm willing to bet it's still as pretty. [Smile] I haven't ever visited a castle before.

[This is, of course, because she was taken to Hollow Bastion against her will, and it's not like she remembers anything about it from when she was a young child, either.]

[still_sitting]

Hah. I know a few gods. No, my boss is above the gods. Been around since before the gods were even thought up into existence. You should hear him explain it, it's almost poetic.

[hurog.livejournal.com]

Your job is to travel? Why?

[hurog.livejournal.com]

[Is there really a way to accuse a talking raven of being insane?]

I suppose I'll take your word on that.

[hurog.livejournal.com]

This way, then? [He turns without waiting for an answer and walks over to an opening in the wall that wasn't actually there before, pausing outside it to see if she follows.]

[darkercalling]

Sort of. I'm a Raider. Raiders go to different worlds for various reasons. Usually, it's to keep the peace, or get something for someone who isn't capable of traveling between worlds.

[still_sitting]

[Nope. Nice try. ♥]

Probably best. It's a bitch to properly explain. That's why I usually leave it to the boss.

So, what's your name, anyway?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[Of course she follows. She has a guide, and she's going to see a castle! If only Roxas and Axel were here to see it, too...! ♥]

[hurog.livejournal.com]

[He steps into the opening and follows the narrow walkway for some time, never hesitating over a turning although the path is confusing if you're not as used to it as he is.]

Might as well go to the main hall...

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She follows as closely as she can manage. She isn't claustrophobic, per se, but she definitely doesn't like dark, cramped spaces that she isn't familiar with. She's pretty sure she can trust this person, though.]

Wow... where else do these tunnels go?

[hurog.livejournal.com]

Oreg. Yours?

[hurog.livejournal.com]

And you have time to pay that much attention to your surroundings?

[still_sitting]

Matthew. Nice to meet you, Oreg.

[He looks around] Kind of a tight spot you've got here. Never been one for caves and small spaces, for obvious reasons. But it's not so bad. The lights are a nice touch.

[darkercalling]

[He shrugs a shoulder.]

Sure. Sometimes, it's necessary. The best way to learn your way around a world is to learn the ins and outs, right?

[hurog.livejournal.com]

That depends on when you take them. [And with that, they come to what looks like a dead-end. He pauses to press an odd protrusion on the wall... and the wall opens. He steps through into a large, obsidian-walled room. Unlike the walkway and the cavern, this room is lit by torches. There are several long tables on the end of the room they've come into, and a raised area at the other end with one circular table on it.

Oreg stands just to the side of the new door, carefully avoiding looking at the wall opposite where they entered, which has a huge message carved in it in some ancient script. Some things just shouldn't change, even if this is a false copy.]

[hurog.livejournal.com]

It isn't meant to be hospitable.

[hurog.livejournal.com]

It seems a lot of effort for a place you might not return to.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She's about to ask what he means by that, but the wall opens into the room, and she's immediately interested.

She carefully walks in, spinning in slow circles as she moves forward in order to take in the whole room, hands clasped together and resting against her chest.]

It's so pretty...! [She says with a smile.]