[ OPEN ] the fate of the game is moving my way.

[nightwash]

WHO: Ronan Lynch & whoever
WHAT: A catch-all for the month!
WHERE: Castle Thorne
WHEN: Throughout February

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[nightwash]

"It's not hard," Ronan says, though that's easy for him to say. Creation is the only thing he's really meant to do. But his presence alone will make the process easier for Thancred, as his presence does for all dreamers. His confidence is infectious in the dreamspace, throwing everything into sharper focus. Dreaming is his native languages and he translates it for everyone around him.

He clarifies, "All you really have to do is show me what you remember about it and what you want it to do. Once I've seen your memory, I'll have everything I need to give you what you want."

If he could pull it straight from the Horizon, life would be so much simpler. Unfortunately, it's contaminated by all those human minds, and he runs up against the wall of their limitations every time he tries to take something with him. That makes the Horizon an infuriating place for Ronan in general. Great for concept, terrible for execution.

[funbreaker]

It does sound simple enough when Ronan puts it that way, and while Thancred's memories of the Horizon are rather fuzzy, he does recall how he'd felt almost compelled to create things while in the space. Either way, it's worth a shot if it means that he'll get himself a working gunblade at the end of it all.

"Fair enough," he responds with a nod. "In that case, shall we go ahead with it? I assume we're not likely to be disturbed at this point."

It's late into the night by now and he's apparently the only person bold enough to show up here at such a strange hour. If Kylo Ren were to happen by, Thancred assumes he'd know what was going on if he found them in meditative states.