[The week had passed with a certain degree of... something surreal, fake, imaginary. Edward can remember the white room, the gate, but most of all, the emptiness of it all. No Truth, no second gate, no Al. He'd been completely alone. And even his own body had felt as fake as the seemingly endless room; it was detached, uncomfortable. As if- as if
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How sad.
[Then the transmutation comes and Paprika is shocked and horrified by the sight she sees. It was nothing like she saw before. Even worse, looking at it...it felt real. Too real.]
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That's right, make an exit... wait, make an exit? Is that even-
He skids to a stop, pulling on her hand to urge her to halt with him before he lets go, clapping his hands together. It's a risky decision (too many unknown variables: how far away is Envy, does alchemy work here, is it Equivalent Exchange, what is this room even made of), but they'll only exhaust themselves by running away. Walking and exploring is one thing, but Envy? It's too much.
Smacking both hands against the floor, a strange, incredibly detailed door rises out of the dark floor, so tall it towers over them. It's familiar to Edward, who doesn't bother giving it a second glance and merely slams his body up against it, shoving as hard as he can.]
Come on, help me get it open!
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Right!
[She runs to it and pushes her weight against it as well, hoping to use the dream to enhance her strength a little. Not that she can become a macho-man, but the limitless world of dreams does give her some ease in becoming stronger than she looks.]
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He glances over at the woman, brows furrowing. There's definitely something weird about this, particularly when everything else about this situation is so familiar. Does she belong here, or...]
...Who are you?
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Paprika.
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[He'll try to remember what she did- and even if he doesn't, at least he was able to thank her right before he lets himself step through the gate, the light closing in around him.
Time to wake up.]
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