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[shirtlesspersona]

I'm dreamin'...

[ The view is a little hazy at first, like maybe someone's finger was on the camera lens. Actually, his finger is still over the lens, the device just doesn't pick it up. ]

Spiritcrest.. wouldn't fit... [ The bluring moves away and.. What he means by that is pretty clear. There's the bed, sitting out atop a really tall mountain by the clouds nearby. ]

Or'm actually dead...

[ He doesn't.. sound terribly put out by that thought. ]

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[concasse]

Uh-huh.

[Sanji's little hum would sound patronizing if he weren't so distracted by the landscape, disbelief still clear in his face. He half-expects everything to go up in a puff of smoke, a trick of mirrors, except Zaveid seems to actually be sitting on that stone.

The chef gives a jump. It's enough to propel him next to the seraph, and there's a moment of surprise when the stone holds his weight without effort]

And what's a Reyflake?

[Rayflak? Falke? Whatever.]

[shirtlesspersona]

S'Eizen's... house. [ that probably doesn't explain much either, unless Sanji really thinks on it. Eizen was described as earth, right? If Zaveid can be the wind, what could Eizen do to stone?

Suddenly those arched pathways are as natural and yet made as they look. ]

C'n almost see the top from the sea... might've been Edna's... adding to it...

[concasse]

[Ah, there's a name he recognizes (and one he doesn't). Not that the information does shit for him, but Sanji's seen stranger on the Grand Line. Zaveid says it's the guy's house, and so the chef takes it at face value]

Not what I'd call homey...

[Still not comfortable with the idea of sitting, Sanji juggles his weight from foot to foot, shifting around as he continues taking in the scenery.]

But you recognize it, eh? Must be the castle hiccupin' or some shit.

[shirtlesspersona]

[ Zaveid laughs, still pretty sleepy sounding. ]

Seraphim ... need different ...stuff... [ So he's not surprised. ]

Mhmm. Just... not how it looks now...