Who told you so, dilly dilly, Who told you so? ‘Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, That told me so.
ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
Perhaps that's why this bonding is so...aggressive.
Because you're in for quite the shock on this otherwise peaceful day when you brush against the next person on your path.
Maybe you're going out of your way to touch people. Maybe you've got a terrible urge to just see what's lurking in someone's heart. Maybe you trip over a conveniently placed rock -- whatever the cause, you're getting an up close and personal look into someone else's heart.
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[ Noctis recognises her, too -- they haven't actually spoken, but he knows she hangs out with Ignis and Prompto, which is why he doesn't tense up. He straightens up when he sees Vriska, contemplative.
Objectively, he knows that he will need to help her get out of here, but the path to the exit is behind the chained doors. Outside, the groans of hundreds and thousands of the rising dead is starting to be audible. Beyond the windows are lurching bodies, shadowed in dimness. ]
'm sorry you ended up here. I don't think we can hang out for long. [ Because... you know, those things outside. ] They'll take awhile, though.
[ One of her ears, elfin and long enough to peek through her hair, pricks at the rising sound. She's aware of it, of the threat, but keeps her cool. Instead she goes to join him by the throne. ]
I can handle myself. You don't need to worry about me. This is your heart, [ she'll add, after a pause. ] Actually, I'm worried about you. [ a small smile, lightly teasing in a dark situation. ]
[ Noctis echoes curiously, rising from the throne. He's more curious than anything, before he holds his hand out. She's a strange-looking one, but he's always kind of liked her. ] Vriska, right?
[ He pays no mind to the sounds outside, or the roiling, darkened landscape of the dead crawling up underneath the earth, shambling towards the massive windows. ]
[ His heart is a literal battleground. It's pretty normal to be concerned about that, right? She thinks? But a smile will ghost across her face when he says her name. ] That's me. And you're Noctis.
[ It's not even a question. ]
You must have some idea about how to get out of here, right? Since it's your heart. [ Vriska will float a couple inches into the air, putting her back to him; it's pretty clear she means to defend him from whatever's coming. ]
[ Heh, it's definitely no sanctuary. He recognises her stance, however -- he can recognise that instinct to protect anywhere, and he steps closer towards her, concerned for her despite the fact that he should probably sort his own shit out. But then again, Noctis has always been a little bit of a mess, a work in progress, and he nods at her, gesturing to the chained doors behind the throne. ]
The way out's through here.
[ Behind the door is where the noises come from, the muffled sounds of fighting and shooting. More importantly -- ]
[ Noctis can't help but smile, just faintly -- she's a comforting presence in the brambles and chaos of his heartspace, and the door doesn't give; thanks to the magical lock holding it shut, gleaming a blue-white. ]
We'll need a key. Outside.
[ He points to where the windows are, because apparently the locked door doesn't lead to outside, it leads to deeper inside places. They'll have to go through the window of zombies to the city beyond. ]
All right. I'll break a window, and cover you. How does that sound?
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ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
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Objectively, he knows that he will need to help her get out of here, but the path to the exit is behind the chained doors. Outside, the groans of hundreds and thousands of the rising dead is starting to be audible. Beyond the windows are lurching bodies, shadowed in dimness. ]
'm sorry you ended up here. I don't think we can hang out for long. [ Because... you know, those things outside. ] They'll take awhile, though.
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I can handle myself. You don't need to worry about me. This is your heart, [ she'll add, after a pause. ] Actually, I'm worried about you. [ a small smile, lightly teasing in a dark situation. ]
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[ Noctis echoes curiously, rising from the throne. He's more curious than anything, before he holds his hand out. She's a strange-looking one, but he's always kind of liked her. ] Vriska, right?
[ He pays no mind to the sounds outside, or the roiling, darkened landscape of the dead crawling up underneath the earth, shambling towards the massive windows. ]
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[ It's not even a question. ]
You must have some idea about how to get out of here, right? Since it's your heart. [ Vriska will float a couple inches into the air, putting her back to him; it's pretty clear she means to defend him from whatever's coming. ]
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The way out's through here.
[ Behind the door is where the noises come from, the muffled sounds of fighting and shooting. More importantly -- ]
You can fly?
[ Because that's really cool. ]
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Sure can!
[ Vriska's moving behind the throne, giving the door a look up and down. ]
Hell, once we get outside I could fly us out of here. Though I'd be totally defenseless while doing so!
[ a minor snag. ]
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We'll need a key. Outside.
[ He points to where the windows are, because apparently the locked door doesn't lead to outside, it leads to deeper inside places. They'll have to go through the window of zombies to the city beyond. ]
All right. I'll break a window, and cover you. How does that sound?