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Zagreus' arrival [Open]
The first thing Zagreus is aware of, is the obnoxious degree of coldness in the air. In fact, he can see his breath; that's just downright inauspicious, for waking up.
Not that an inhospitably cold atmosphere is out of the ordinary. No, not in the slightest, and his immediate response is a sort of resigned annoyance. However, the sight that greets his eyes, looking beyond his offensively visible breath, is definitely not expected.
Open sky, framed by stark bare branches. He starts to get up...only to slide gracelessly from the crook of the tree he'd apparently been passed out and huddling in, with a noise of general outrage.
Luckily it's a very short fall, but it's still disorienting when you aren't expecting it, and he definitely isn't. Brushing himself off and narrowing his eyes at his decidedly parkish surroundings, Zagreus tries to recall if maybe, just perhaps, there is a reason this is happening. Nothing presents itself. How typically uncooperative of reality.
Not that an inhospitably cold atmosphere is out of the ordinary. No, not in the slightest, and his immediate response is a sort of resigned annoyance. However, the sight that greets his eyes, looking beyond his offensively visible breath, is definitely not expected.
Open sky, framed by stark bare branches. He starts to get up...only to slide gracelessly from the crook of the tree he'd apparently been passed out and huddling in, with a noise of general outrage.
Luckily it's a very short fall, but it's still disorienting when you aren't expecting it, and he definitely isn't. Brushing himself off and narrowing his eyes at his decidedly parkish surroundings, Zagreus tries to recall if maybe, just perhaps, there is a reason this is happening. Nothing presents itself. How typically uncooperative of reality.
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"You know, you're a lot more sane than I would have expected, all things considered." This is his version of commenting on the wallpaper, and it shows in his idle tone.
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"I've put some work into it," she agrees. Perhaps not entirely sane, by most people's standards, but more stable, which is something. "Who'd think a year and a half in solitary confinement would improve one's mental state?" Given that this is Zagreus, she doesn't really want to discuss her mind too intimately. But he has a point.
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"To be fair, isolation was probably an upgrade from what I had before. And no one interfered with my mind while I was there."
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"Then your mind was in good company with the rest of the universe, as I understand it." The Master he remembers is more orderly, but hers was mad, more than mad enough to make the universe a plaything. That at least he can understand.
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"Fortunately for them, though, they didn't have to remember it," she anwers, just a touch bitterly. It's almost tempting to ask Zagreus for another favour. But she's not that desperate, and she's grown used to having a mind that mostly sort of works, and isn't particularly keen on jeopardising that.