"Arthur Inkwell here. I've no earthly idea how this thing is supposed to work, but leave me a message if you're so inclined. I'll retrieve it at some point or another!"
[ Oh, he's already thinking of all the places they could go, over all Eorzea and across the seas. Hingashi, Thavnair, and beyond. Arthur longs to see them all. ]
I would like that very much.
[ Any of it, all of it. ]
Though I imagine you're giving me quite an accurate representation of it now.
Yes and no. It is a hollow representation because it is missing an essential few. Mostly, Lucienne, the chief librarian. Or Mervyn, found straightening up every corner of the Dreaming. It is strange, too, not to hear the beating wings of my raven, Matthew.
[And it would make him miss this place too much, when there is not yet a way to really return.]
He is my messenger, able to travel between the waking world and the Dreaming without issue, when I am otherwise busy or unable to do the same. He was once a mortal man, after all; for him, it is a simple task.
[Maybe if he meets Matthew or any of his cohorts, really, he will get a sense for it someday.]
Their souls are simply chosen to live in the Dreaming after they die, and take the shape of a raven if they agree. Matthew was actually chosen by Lucienne to help me in my quest to retrieve my missing items of power. I did not actually want a new messenger at the time.
But my librarian does as she pleases, in her own way. [AND THUS HE GOT A RAVEN]
[Oh, somehow that makes him feel self-conscious, but not entirely in a bad way. Like Arthur is beginning to see right through him, though he has nothing really to hide -- and he'll be the first to admit that he can be sentimental.]
[ No, Arthur isn't one to take advantage of anyone for any reason, but least of all because they're sentimental. It's a positive, in his book. He casts Dream a smile, sweet and soft. ]
[He does. He's the King of Dreams, after all, and a throne is perfect for striking a moody pose upon.
Anyway, he smiles, raising his brows.]
Very well.
[The next corner they happen to round, whether it be a turning corridor or a bookshelf, will simply suddenly lead them up to the steps of the throne room. The huge, engraved double doors open with ease as Dream leads Arthur up the steps, to reveal the very vast, though somewhat empty, throne room.
Ethereal light filters in behind the throne which sits atop a set of winding stairs. Puzzlingly (or maybe not, given what this place is), there is no ceiling, but only the sight of a night sky above -- or maybe the cosmos itself. They seem so small within it.]
This is where many decisions have been made, through an equal number of eons.
[ What a marvelous sight, the way rows of shelves give way to wide open space, beams of otherworldly light, and the whole of the sky opened up above them. ]
It's beautiful. [ Though quite empty, he notices. ] Do you normally sit in here all by yourself?
But no, I do not simply sit here by myself and hope for company. There are many things to do in the Dreaming, and very little time for an Endless to remain idle. I must oversee the health of the realm when necessary. And if not that, then I spend my time creating dreams and nightmares.
I cannot know while trapped. [In Reverie, he means.] And it is all dependent upon how much time passes while I am gone. When I was missing for a century, what you see here today... It was left in ruin.
[The throne room was in shambles, and he had been too weak to fix everything that had broken. That was an extreme example, of course, but the uncertainty is still bothersome.]
[He gestures with an open palm towards the throne and the stairs winding up to it, nodding.]
Of course.
[And he will follow a few steps behind if Arthur chooses to ascend. And while these stairs are a very strange structure, leading up high with no apparent support, there is no fear of one tumbling off into the abyss with a misstep -- not a smidgen of vertigo.]
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Then, after that, wherever else you would like to go.
[He would like to see what a world like Arthur’s has to offer. Every one is so different, unique.]
And someday, when we are free of this place, you will be able to visit me in the real Dreaming, too.
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I would like that very much.
[ Any of it, all of it. ]
Though I imagine you're giving me quite an accurate representation of it now.
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Yes and no. It is a hollow representation because it is missing an essential few. Mostly, Lucienne, the chief librarian. Or Mervyn, found straightening up every corner of the Dreaming. It is strange, too, not to hear the beating wings of my raven, Matthew.
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[ He will try not to be jealous of the person who acts as the librarian of this place. Talk about a dream job. (Heh.) ]
You've a raven? A familiar of some sort?
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[And it would make him miss this place too much, when there is not yet a way to really return.]
He is my messenger, able to travel between the waking world and the Dreaming without issue, when I am otherwise busy or unable to do the same. He was once a mortal man, after all; for him, it is a simple task.
[And, well, SINCE MATTHEW ISN'T HERE TO HEAR IT-]
He is also a friend.
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How does a mortal man become such a creature?
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Their souls are simply chosen to live in the Dreaming after they die, and take the shape of a raven if they agree. Matthew was actually chosen by Lucienne to help me in my quest to retrieve my missing items of power. I did not actually want a new messenger at the time.
But my librarian does as she pleases, in her own way. [AND THUS HE GOT A RAVEN]
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It seems like you came around to him eventually.
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[During his momentous rap battle with the devil.]
You will find that I am more sentimental than I appear at first glance. [this surprises no one] He was bound to have... grown on me.
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I believe I am finding it more and more by the moment. Your sentimentality.
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...A flattering trait, I hope.
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Of course, not that he would ever expect such a thing from Arthur, nor for him to see it as a negative. He is far too generous of a man.]
…of course. [A beat.] When we are done here, I can show you the rest of the Dreaming, if you like.
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I would like that very much.
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We are close to the throne room, if that interests you?
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[ Thinking about it, he supposes that makes sense. ]
Take me. I want to see.
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Anyway, he smiles, raising his brows.]
Very well.
[The next corner they happen to round, whether it be a turning corridor or a bookshelf, will simply suddenly lead them up to the steps of the throne room. The huge, engraved double doors open with ease as Dream leads Arthur up the steps, to reveal the very vast, though somewhat empty, throne room.
Ethereal light filters in behind the throne which sits atop a set of winding stairs. Puzzlingly (or maybe not, given what this place is), there is no ceiling, but only the sight of a night sky above -- or maybe the cosmos itself. They seem so small within it.]
This is where many decisions have been made, through an equal number of eons.
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[ What a marvelous sight, the way rows of shelves give way to wide open space, beams of otherworldly light, and the whole of the sky opened up above them. ]
It's beautiful. [ Though quite empty, he notices. ] Do you normally sit in here all by yourself?
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[In other words, when he sulks!]
But no, I do not simply sit here by myself and hope for company. There are many things to do in the Dreaming, and very little time for an Endless to remain idle. I must oversee the health of the realm when necessary. And if not that, then I spend my time creating dreams and nightmares.
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Have you any idea how it fares in your absence? Your realm.
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I cannot know while trapped. [In Reverie, he means.] And it is all dependent upon how much time passes while I am gone. When I was missing for a century, what you see here today... It was left in ruin.
[The throne room was in shambles, and he had been too weak to fix everything that had broken. That was an extreme example, of course, but the uncertainty is still bothersome.]
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For whatever it might be worth, I have heard tell that time is at a standstill outside of this place. So mayhap all is well.
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He'd know, it's his dad.What is the truth for one person, or one world, may not be the same for his own universe.Still, the optimism is appreciated.]
I do hope to find out sooner rather than later.
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[ So, about that throne, though. He angles his head at the stairs spiraling up, up, up. ]
May I?
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Of course.
[And he will follow a few steps behind if Arthur chooses to ascend. And while these stairs are a very strange structure, leading up high with no apparent support, there is no fear of one tumbling off into the abyss with a misstep -- not a smidgen of vertigo.]
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