[Of course, he must be far away. It doesn't feel like the journey here was a short trip up the coastline, or anything similar. It was...a much greater shift, in many ways.
Still, for someone not to have heard of Denmark at all? The idea is...exhilarating, actually. He really is somewhere new. He realizes he's wanted that.]
[easy enough to say in a puff of breath, though Blue does have to slow down to an eventual stop before he wobbles and falls. even without the exhaustion, there's something off about his balance, his legs...and what others claimed he suspects for himself: he'd lost them for a while. legs and arms and hands.
not something he's apt to dwelling on right now, given how dramatic the change of scenery alone is. one thing at a time.
he wipes under his bangs, keeping his hand there to shield from the glare of the sun for a moment. not far away now.]
Those who reside here...keep speaking of 'Trench.'
[The man is in worse shape than he is. The boy slows and stops, waiting patiently for the man to regain his balance and strength. Or to ask for help, if he needs it. He takes the time to wiggle his toes in the dirt, trying to gain more feeling in his still-awkward feet.]
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...I don't know it. And...I haven't heard it here.
You may be...very far from it.
[and given the tone, perhaps that's a good thing.]
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Still, for someone not to have heard of Denmark at all? The idea is...exhilarating, actually. He really is somewhere new. He realizes he's wanted that.]
What is this place called?
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[easy enough to say in a puff of breath, though Blue does have to slow down to an eventual stop before he wobbles and falls. even without the exhaustion, there's something off about his balance, his legs...and what others claimed he suspects for himself: he'd lost them for a while. legs and arms and hands.
not something he's apt to dwelling on right now, given how dramatic the change of scenery alone is. one thing at a time.
he wipes under his bangs, keeping his hand there to shield from the glare of the sun for a moment. not far away now.]
Those who reside here...keep speaking of 'Trench.'
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Trench. [A ditch. A pit.]
That's a weird name.
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[and it's in almost direct contrast to the optimism he's felt from its people flitting to and from the shore.
Blue draws in a slow breath before beginning to move once more. almost there.]
This planet...I don't know it. Its people are strange to me. And moreover...
I believe others...from other planets...are waking here, just as lost.
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You mean different realms? Like...Hel or Asgard?
[It's hard, after being reborn into his own shape, not to think of the realms the dead travel to.]
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