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[canbebrave]

His Grace, King Robb Stark and I are feeling ourselves once more, we are in Liminal Space. May we perchance receive assistance on joining the rest of you? I do not have control over portals. This place may be of interest as well, Liminal Space normally holds some clue as to what is happening. Should anyone wish, I can share what I see inside your minds.




The Grasper... I do not know if it can be defeated. It would have their entire race enslaved as monsters.

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[icy_heavens]

Then share it. [He can do portals, but they ought to get a Liminal Space visual while she's there, first.]

[canbebrave]

Very well. [The sharing of herself never gets easier- and the sensation of being absorbed into essentially someone elses head isn't exactly relaxing either. But Sansa opens herself anyway- sharing with the other traveler all of her senses. She moves slowly, deliberately, to show him the entirety of liminal space through her eyes. The cave tombs, guarded by poker-chip doors, with the exception of two that have been slowly rolled out of the way. Robb Stark standing nearby, probably thinking that this is all folly. And the magnificent, life sized house of cards, standing still, with the exception of all the diamond cards, which have fallen.

Then it all snaps back, and he should return to his own senses.]

[icy_heavens]

[No, it's not a pleasant sensation, and it's the first time he's had the misfortune to be privy to it. But he needs to see.

[Oh, he remembers that idiot standing there. He takes a moment to consider what he sees -- two formerly blocked pathways opened, a structure in what should be a precarious position. Could all still mean a variety of things.]

[He takes a moment to settle himself back in his own head.] Thank you. [Not something he says particularly often, but that had to have been unpleasant to do, so it deserves that much.]

So we may have handled that situation in less than ideal fashion. [Probably hadn't needed Liminal Space to figure out that much, but there's a certain confirmation about it.]

[detectivewonder]

I'd like to see.

But the good news is, we dealt with the Grasper problem.

I'd like to hear how everyone thinks things are going on the ships now, too. I've been on the atoll since the battle, looking for something,

[upcard]

[Dealt with it...... but still, it was horrifying and terrifying and Mai is glad to be on solid ground. Still, hearing Tim...]

Tim-san, are you okay...? You weren't hurt, right?

[detectivewonder]

Not seriously. I'm a little concerned that we've blown our cover - not that we had any good alternatives.

[fixated]

[ far more interesting that what's happening on his ship is the fact that there appears to be a lad who's lost something. ]

The ship is well enough, considering what we all just went through. What are you looking for?

[detectivewonder]

Signs of habitation.

[icy_heavens]

Some measure of fear and caution directed toward some of us that have showier abilities, at least on the Panlong. Not to an unsalvagable degree, I don't think, but it's there.

[detectivewonder]

From what I heard, the Panlong has bigger worries right now, too.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[A long pause before Robb starts to talk, his voice trembling lightly.]

The ship called the Harbringer got smashed to pieces.

[He did that and to be fair, he feels awful about it while it feels as if it hasn't been entirely his doing as well.]

The Panlong still floats.

[detectivewonder]

Actually, we got the Harbinger back.

[howexciting]

[Leonardo's been mostly listening to everyone else, rather than actively participate in any of the conversation. When it dies down a little, he finally decides to respond to Tim.]

... then it is clear that our guest did not arrive by ship, if you have found nothing. But how, then? He is dodging questions of how by saying that there are many ships that have sunk on the atolls... but no sign of wreckage? That seems impossible. So it must be by some other means.

[He pauses to let that sink in a little, before adding:]

I asked him outright whether it was a ship that brought him here, just now. He asked how else he would have. When I... mentioned that it could have been by Liminal portal, since that was how we arrived in this world, he simply said, "I have never traveled through a portal".

[detectivewonder]

Did he sound surprised by the question?

And how much have you told him about us, either prior to the question or as of now?

[tailforbrains]

Hey, I can let you out, since I apparently can do the portal thing now! And I guess I can peek inside when I do it, too, right? What's it look like?

[She has no idea who this gal is, but she does remember Stark. The jerk with the dire wolf. But the gal sounds nice enough, and she's curious, so hey, why not?]

[canbebrave]

Lady Neria is on her way, but should you like to also come take a look, you would be most welcome.

There's a house of cards.

[tailforbrains]

A what?

[Neeshka has never actually made a house of cards.]

I guess I'll have to come see, because, uh. I definitely have no idea what that might mean. Even if you've already got a way out. Lemme find a place nobody'll see me disappear from.

[pseudologist]

Can the Grasper reform itself from scattered chunks? [He sounds - and sounds in truth - wary rather than mocking. Giant monsters that can regenerate after being blown to pieces do not seem out of keeping with the day's festivities.

And then, with the more immediate question asked:] I'd be interested in seeing what you have to share.

[canbebrave]

I... do not know the answer to that, my lord, I must apologize.


Very well. [ The sensory livestream begins- allowing Varric to see through Sansa's eyes, to feel what she feels, and hear what she hears. She moves in a smooth circle- allowing him to see the grave caves, with the poker chip doors-- two empty. The lifesize house of cards, still standing- except for the diamond cards, which have all fallen. .... And Robb Stark, standing nearby, looking Starky. Then as soon as the livestream starts, it abruptly ends, allowing Varric back to his own senses.]

[unabatedly]

I can be there shortly for the both of you, if you would like. Are you both all right?

[Neria pauses here, contemplating her words carefully.]

We've killed the creature, Sansa.

[canbebrave]

Thank you, my lady, that would be much appreciated. We are alright, if a bit....shaken.

[Which she proves...right now.]

Y-you what? [There's a mix of emotions. This is the creature that her other self feared, that murdered her-- and...]

That is very good, my lady.

[fixated]

Ah... so you've been tossed back to that place then? My condolences, Lady. I trust you're in no pain?

[ or as little as possible considering he's assuming she had the unpleasant experience of dying just a few moments before this. ]

[canbebrave]

I am afraid so. It is different from the last, but no less... [she searches for the right words. A lady does not admit to confusion.] .... mystifying.

I am well, thank you for your concern.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Sansa, have you seen Grey Wind?

[Robb's voice sounds a bit soft and very confused.]

[canbebrave]

I have not. Perhaps he is awaiting you back in the other world?