[ it doesn't hit him immediately. roy's been going non-stop since the bombs went off, adrenaline keeping his mind focused on what's in front of him, and even know, it's difficult to tear away from it. ]
Johnny, we really don't have time for the vague riddle stuff, okay? Focus on wh—
[ but the mention is all that's needed for pieces of New Amsterdam to slip through. roy's expression goes slack, eyes distant with brows drawn in, confused but focused. images of jason and loki's home, of the workshop he's built, or red wings, flicker through his mind. ]
We... We don't belong here. [ it's murmured, roy's gaze still far off, head taking a sharp tilt as he pulls on this particular string in his memory. more memories slip through the cracking walls between this reality and the next - the city skyline, the gates, the siege of gold-eyed monsters. that seems to snap him out of it, roy's attention darting to the orb of gold light floating around Johann's shoulders. ] And that one— Bouncy Ball, we need to discuss some stuff, like about monster raids and Antarctica. You too, Lucy, you got some 'splainin' to do.
[ 'Lucy' being Johnny in this case, a waggling finger pointed at him. roy's memory is too jumbled right now to pull out exactly what questions those should be, but he knows there's something direly important there. the pensive frown deepens, trying to make sense of the mess in his head, eventually tugs his hat off, runs a hand through his hair, tugs the ratty hat back on and gives his head a shake. get it together, harper. first things first - gods in cages, dome-city falling apart. ]
Okay— [ deep breath, in-out, he claps his hands. head back in the game. ] Okay, so, we pull the plug here and, what? Everyone wakes up back home? Like the last sim? I swear, man, if you tell me to flip this switch and I wake up to half my buddies brain-dead, that dinner date is so off.
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Johnny, we really don't have time for the vague riddle stuff, okay? Focus on wh—
[ but the mention is all that's needed for pieces of New Amsterdam to slip through. roy's expression goes slack, eyes distant with brows drawn in, confused but focused. images of jason and loki's home, of the workshop he's built, or red wings, flicker through his mind. ]
We... We don't belong here. [ it's murmured, roy's gaze still far off, head taking a sharp tilt as he pulls on this particular string in his memory. more memories slip through the cracking walls between this reality and the next - the city skyline, the gates, the siege of gold-eyed monsters. that seems to snap him out of it, roy's attention darting to the orb of gold light floating around Johann's shoulders. ] And that one— Bouncy Ball, we need to discuss some stuff, like about monster raids and Antarctica. You too, Lucy, you got some 'splainin' to do.
[ 'Lucy' being Johnny in this case, a waggling finger pointed at him. roy's memory is too jumbled right now to pull out exactly what questions those should be, but he knows there's something direly important there. the pensive frown deepens, trying to make sense of the mess in his head, eventually tugs his hat off, runs a hand through his hair, tugs the ratty hat back on and gives his head a shake. get it together, harper. first things first - gods in cages, dome-city falling apart. ]
Okay— [ deep breath, in-out, he claps his hands. head back in the game. ] Okay, so, we pull the plug here and, what? Everyone wakes up back home? Like the last sim? I swear, man, if you tell me to flip this switch and I wake up to half my buddies brain-dead, that dinner date is so off.