( it's certainly a challenge to make their way out of the subterranean tunnels, especially considering the treacherous ground underfoot and the fact that makoto is physically exhausted from the process of reforming from the Tree and fighting his way up to the surface. there are a few occasions where he nearly loses his footing and dextera likely has to intercede to prevent him from falling, but in the end, they do make their way out of the dark and into the bizarre space that the Tree of Life exists in. makoto blinks owlishly, confounded and amazed, as he stares out into the swirling miasma of space. but as dextera makes his way to where the cornerstone is set up, he is sure to follow, not really wanting to spend much more time here even if it is an incredible vista.
though if the exterior of the Tree had been a shock, teleporting into springstar is like 10,000 volts applied directly to the spine.
makoto prides himself on his adaptability, his unflappable grace, his social prowess. but to feel as physically weak as he does and as mentally (and spiritually) discombobulated as he is, to suddenly be thrust into perhaps the most sprawling and densely-populated city in all of existence is a brutal offense to every sense that he has. it's all too bright, too loud, too rough, too much. the only thing he is grateful for as dextera guides him on a long, circuitous path through the city towards the Heliopolis is that the stone underfoot is at least flat and level, so he doesn't have to be concerned as before about tripping. otherwise, he ducks his head and focuses all of his attention on following along after dextera, ashamed of how he must look, dirty and disheveled as he is. )
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though if the exterior of the Tree had been a shock, teleporting into springstar is like 10,000 volts applied directly to the spine.
makoto prides himself on his adaptability, his unflappable grace, his social prowess. but to feel as physically weak as he does and as mentally (and spiritually) discombobulated as he is, to suddenly be thrust into perhaps the most sprawling and densely-populated city in all of existence is a brutal offense to every sense that he has. it's all too bright, too loud, too rough, too much. the only thing he is grateful for as dextera guides him on a long, circuitous path through the city towards the Heliopolis is that the stone underfoot is at least flat and level, so he doesn't have to be concerned as before about tripping. otherwise, he ducks his head and focuses all of his attention on following along after dextera, ashamed of how he must look, dirty and disheveled as he is. )