[he's doing the same! closing his eyes and everything for a decent amount of time.
but the only thing that's changed when he opens them is that his skin is a little bit more gray, and he freezes as he happens to glance down at his hand. normally he'd comment on how the grass didn't change, but he seems kind of panicked about this change for some reason.]
[her hair is this really light, faded yellow, patchy in places, and she startles a little, bringing her hands up to pull it down in front of her face.]
... Yeah. Yeah, um, I think so. Where'd the door go?
[the less urgent tone in his voice should concern her, but she's kind of chill, actually. wrinkling her nose, she starts poking around the benches, peeking at the tree...
and as she does, the red in her robes starts to turn a faded pink.]
[after a moment, he seems to lose interest slightly in that search, taking note of her clothing instead. even the curiosity in his voice is a little muted.]
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Emet-Selch told me a bit about how they could summon colors in the Prism. Think that'd work in here? Like, I don't know how to do it, but.
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Oh - maybe! Did he tell you anything more than that, or just that it was possible?
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[they're trying their best even though this will not work]
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[this is so funny okay well she does, in fact, try to concentrate very hard on making the grass green with her mind, but it doesn't work.]
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but the only thing that's changed when he opens them is that his skin is a little bit more gray, and he freezes as he happens to glance down at his hand. normally he'd comment on how the grass didn't change, but he seems kind of panicked about this change for some reason.]
—We need to get out of here.
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... Yeah. Yeah, um, I think so. Where'd the door go?
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[luckily (?), he only gets a few moments of outright panic before that feeling starts to ebb away. when he continues, it's with less urgency.]
Let's look around for it, it's gotta be here somewhere.
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[the less urgent tone in his voice should concern her, but she's kind of chill, actually. wrinkling her nose, she starts poking around the benches, peeking at the tree...
and as she does, the red in her robes starts to turn a faded pink.]
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...Did you change clothes?
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No? I don't, uh. Think so. [squints.] Hm. Do you want to sit down somewhere?
[she should probably be more concerned about her clothes changing colors, but.]
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[he pauses, his skin going a shade more gray, before he nods.]
Sure. Why not?