[ He doesn't bitch and moan about it, honestly, that makes him look like a professional dancer. Even if his commentary does trip and stumble immediately out of the gate, it's still better than the manic cackling she'd gotten the last time she tried this. ]
[ While he collects himself, Sandra's attention returns upward, briefly, to see if she can't tug at the Traces within the sword with Boxer out of the way. But again, same as before, the Crystal's influence pecks like a bird's beak against glass, without so much as the tiniest hole to peek through. Sighing, she drops her gaze back to eye level and begins padding lightly toward center court, as it were. ]
To field a frequently asked question, you are not trapped here with me now, [ she offers, as if it's any comfort. ] But, as with your space within the Transistor, this is my space within the Crystal.
[ She throws her hands to the side in a half-hearted ta-da gesture. It's more of a shrug than anything else. ]
I've been curious as to whether or not this would work on a spirit like yours. Though it seems your friends are too tightly sealed away to join us, you were correct.
[Good thing Sandra's got a curiosity to occupy herself with, because it takes him at least that long to stop staring at get his wits back around him. A handful of long seconds, maybe more.
(Helps, maybe, to have done this sort of thing once before.)
For lack of anything better to do, he follows behind her as he recovers. Long legs catching up quickly as she ables onto the field, despite his slow pace and her head start. Neck craned to get a load of the surroundings—the general vague void, the odd patterns on the ground. There's a decidedly different feel to it. But it's still...strange, and quiet. Dark and confined and painted in vibrant colors, as if in direct contrast to the endless empty fields in the Transistor. Unbidden, a chill creeps up his spine.]
"This?" [Parroted back, like he's still wrapping his head around it. That she sounds so casual about pulling him in for a visit. If only because...how is it, then, that this isn't a one-way street? He has little reason to doubt her certainty. But—not hard to guess why he might have a vested interest.] ...Sounds like you've had a lot of practice.
[Like she's done it plenty of times before, brought herself some company. Somehow. In a way...it's kind of nice to know she doesn't have to be alone, here. He, at least, can watch the world go by from his (imprisonment) vantage point. Sandra hardly has that option.]
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[ While he collects himself, Sandra's attention returns upward, briefly, to see if she can't tug at the Traces within the sword with Boxer out of the way. But again, same as before, the Crystal's influence pecks like a bird's beak against glass, without so much as the tiniest hole to peek through. Sighing, she drops her gaze back to eye level and begins padding lightly toward center court, as it were. ]
To field a frequently asked question, you are not trapped here with me now, [ she offers, as if it's any comfort. ] But, as with your space within the Transistor, this is my space within the Crystal.
[ She throws her hands to the side in a half-hearted ta-da gesture. It's more of a shrug than anything else. ]
I've been curious as to whether or not this would work on a spirit like yours. Though it seems your friends are too tightly sealed away to join us, you were correct.
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(Helps, maybe, to have done this sort of thing once before.)
For lack of anything better to do, he follows behind her as he recovers. Long legs catching up quickly as she ables onto the field, despite his slow pace and her head start. Neck craned to get a load of the surroundings—the general vague void, the odd patterns on the ground. There's a decidedly different feel to it. But it's still...strange, and quiet. Dark and confined and painted in vibrant colors, as if in direct contrast to the endless empty fields in the Transistor. Unbidden, a chill creeps up his spine.]
"This?" [Parroted back, like he's still wrapping his head around it. That she sounds so casual about pulling him in for a visit. If only because...how is it, then, that this isn't a one-way street? He has little reason to doubt her certainty. But—not hard to guess why he might have a vested interest.] ...Sounds like you've had a lot of practice.
[Like she's done it plenty of times before, brought herself some company. Somehow. In a way...it's kind of nice to know she doesn't have to be alone, here. He, at least, can watch the world go by from his (imprisonment) vantage point. Sandra hardly has that option.]