[No real change comes over him, no pause to see if some intended significance landed or was understood. What makes L peculiar is, largely, his tendency to see some very typical things as strange and alarming, and some extremely strange and alarming things as typical. Eventually, a sort of predictable distribution emerges as a pattern, before it too is dislodged.]
I'm glad, also, that you're treating this with the gravity it merits. Central command wouldn't mean much without teams to manage.
["Armies," he decides, might be a little too grand, create higher blood pressure than is desirable, because...]
We're going to make a stone with my blood and yours after exposing it to the moonlight from the sky well in this chamber. We both repeat the same incantation, and you fall asleep with the stone in your hand. Once you're dreaming, I take the stone in my hand. It warms according to the danger you're in or the injuries you've suffered; if you were to die, it'd become ice-cold very suddenly.
At the point the stone is too warm to hold comfortably... hopefully, before it's hot... the way to retrieve the dreamer is to induce a trance with another incantation. Wherever you are in the dream, you'll see a door near to you, no key required because I'm the one holding it open. You'll have about a minute to get through, which should be plenty of time. Oh, and...
[An afterthought, but one that seems very important to mention.]
Don't let anything follow you through. I'd probably end up possessed, or at the very least corrupted. Just a few drops is fine...
[He rummages in his backpack, handing over a covered, delicate, scalpel-like blade and a vial that already contains a small amount of blood.]
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[No real change comes over him, no pause to see if some intended significance landed or was understood. What makes L peculiar is, largely, his tendency to see some very typical things as strange and alarming, and some extremely strange and alarming things as typical. Eventually, a sort of predictable distribution emerges as a pattern, before it too is dislodged.]
I'm glad, also, that you're treating this with the gravity it merits. Central command wouldn't mean much without teams to manage.
["Armies," he decides, might be a little too grand, create higher blood pressure than is desirable, because...]
We're going to make a stone with my blood and yours after exposing it to the moonlight from the sky well in this chamber. We both repeat the same incantation, and you fall asleep with the stone in your hand. Once you're dreaming, I take the stone in my hand. It warms according to the danger you're in or the injuries you've suffered; if you were to die, it'd become ice-cold very suddenly.
At the point the stone is too warm to hold comfortably... hopefully, before it's hot... the way to retrieve the dreamer is to induce a trance with another incantation. Wherever you are in the dream, you'll see a door near to you, no key required because I'm the one holding it open. You'll have about a minute to get through, which should be plenty of time. Oh, and...
[An afterthought, but one that seems very important to mention.]
Don't let anything follow you through. I'd probably end up possessed, or at the very least corrupted. Just a few drops is fine...
[He rummages in his backpack, handing over a covered, delicate, scalpel-like blade and a vial that already contains a small amount of blood.]