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[noblegarnet]

Who: Ferran & dreamwalkers
Which: Interactive dream
What: A space that could not feel emptier. A family lived here once.
Warnings: discussion of injury and death?? idk

[The smell of ash, scorched metal and melted plastic lingers in the cool air, even though the fire that decimated the once two-story home has long since ceased. The light that filters past the overcast sky sets the blackened wreck in a dreary but clear light, making obvious the fact that the rest of the well-to-do neighborhood was left untouched.

A 17 year old with short brown hair stands at the end of the driveway, his right arm in a sling and his face the picture of grief. Behind him, leaning against the sedan that brought them both there, stands a tall, older man with striking eyes, his arms folded and expression tinted with mild concern.]

You're certain you want to be here?

[The teen pulls his eyes away from the house, finding a familiar crack to stare at on the sidewalk as he sniffs, then wipes his nose with the back of his uninjured hand and tries to steady his voice.]

I had to see it. If there's anything... [His gaze returns to the building.]

Don't strain yourself.

[With a faint nod, Ferran steps towards the ruins of his home, a determination in his posture despite his clear lack of energy. The man by the car doesn't seem intent on helping or approaching, but maybe another soul who might have found themselves in the dream would find it odd that an injured boy is digging in the collapsed mess of material left from an apparent arson.]

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[empyreancatastrophe]

[Not one easily deterred (and stubborn to a fault), Joshua doesn’t waver at Ferran's uncertainty. Nagging doubts have no place when someone needs help and the perceived impossibility of a task doesn’t change that simple fact. Fueled by Ferran’s own determination, Joshua returns to the search with nary a sound to accompany his understanding nod.]

[He continues to scan the room, eyes darting as he scans for clues.]

[As knowledgeable as the professionals of Ferran’s world certainly are, there is one thing they don’t have on this intruding young man: experience with both fire and crystals alike (as chagrined as he is to have such an acquaintance). As Joshua catches the unique glint found at the edge of a prism, his focus narrows.]

[Careful with the glass, Joshua lowers himself to the ground in a squat by the window. He hums in thought as he presses a gloved finger to the floor and gently traces a line through the tiny, jagged remnants of glass-like mineral.]

Magicks, then…

[noblegarnet]

[Though Ferran turns back from where he's searching at the sound of Joshua's voice, it's a moment before he actually says anything, a furrow in his brow.]

... What did you say?

[His tone is equal parts curious and suspicious—he thinks he heard the words, but they certainly weren't anything that makes sense to him. Has this guy found something? He follows Joshua's gaze to what seems at this distance just a line he's drawn through the ash. Ferran can't detect the magic in his own garnet pendant, so he certainly wouldn't be able to discern anything from the broken pieces of dark crystal even if they were easy to see.

Of course, the minuscule traces of power left in them are largely fire-aspected.]