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Champions of RASP 4

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diligentDiviner [DD] started pestering
DD: **\ Hombre?
DD: **\ Estas bien?
DD: **\ Hello?
DD: **\...
DD: **\Kinda worried now!
ED: † Im okay, I'm okay! †
ED: † I think I made it into the Medium! †
DD: **\ Oh thank God...
ED: † Oh, and y'know that city I always dream about? †
ED: † It's real! †
ED: † And it's that Prospit place you mentioned! †

Juan took a moment to compose himself. "That's incredible... it's real... I wonder if those purple flashes mean anything." Briefly he glanced at a photo on the wall. In it was a pale-skinned boy who had dyed his spiky hair bright blue and was wearing a shirt with a gray rattlesnake logo, a gap-toothed grin on his face under albino red eyes. With the kid was a younger Juan, who had his arm draped around the boy's shoulder.

"Morty, I wish you were here to see this..." he told the picture with a sad smile. Clearing his throat, he composed himself before looking to his cell phone again.

ED: † Y'there man? †
DD: † Yeah I'm here. †
DD: † That's incredible... †
DD: **\ I wonder if those flashes of black, darker black, and violet mean anything.
ED: † Well, the Queen of Prospit mentioned that you were a Derse Dreamer... †
ED: † Maybe that's you trying to wake up on Derse! †
DD: **\ Maybe... but first check out your kernelsprite.

On his laptop, Juan watched as Chris' sprite split apart, sending the kernel fragments flying toward Prospit and Derse. He stopped watching as S'hawnsprite began talking in a faint, almost Arabic accent, having already received that same general conversation, and began focusing on using Chris' 2,000 units of Grist to build up to the American's home up to the First Gate, quickly succeeding. After the Grist was drained, Juan occupied himself by examining the custom set of Dragon plate in his closet. In an umbrella stand were the other two of Juan's bone weapons: a great-sword and a long battle-axe. Hanging from a hook was a pair of small daggers in sheaths.
Slipping his war-hammer next to the other long weapons, he began to take the armor down. from its mannequin. "Remo, could you help me put this on please?" he called out, picking up the cuirass.

The bat-winged sprite quickly arrived to help. "Si, amigo, of course!"

First, Remosprite buckled Juan into the chest piece, draping the large iron-and-ivory unit over the human's body, then slipping on the arm bands that sat just below the shoulder pads. Tugging down the waist piece slightly, he sat down on the bed which creaked in response to the increased weight, he proceeded to slip on the boots. Remo helped him slip on the gauntlets and clipped the dagger sheaths to his belt.

Foregoing the thick-looking bone shield, Juan selected the battle-axe, giving the weapon a brief look-over before sliding it into place on his back.

"Looking dangerous, my friend!" Remosprite complimented the Mexican.

"Gracias!" Juan grinned as he examined himself in a mirror before slipping the horned helmet on. He agreed with the comment as he examined himself from several angles; he did indeed look very dangerous. With a smirk, Juan headed into the kitchen, shoving various foodstuffs into a green backpack. When he was done, and the bag was slung over a shoulder, he set out to explore the Land of Sand and Clock Towers, snatching up his cell phone. Juan's phone case bore an image of an iconic hammer with lightning emitting from it, superimposed on a crossed spear and sword - the weapons of three Norse Gods from his favorite comic. Smiling at the design briefly, he pocketed it, glad Pesterchum was on it. With everything ready, Juan set out to explore.

His first stop was the clock tower near his house. Entering it, Juan looked up. The tower was filled with imps guarding the stairs. Growling, he made his way up the stairs, knocking aside the imps with his battle-axe until one seized the weapon and used it to throw him to the ground one story down. Hitting the floor with a thud, Juan groggily thanked god that the helmet was padded before he passed out and knew no more.

* * *

"Juan... Juan... despierte amigo..."

Juan could see a hint of gold amongst the earthy tan and dark purple, and sleepily identified it as the source of the voice. "Vete..." He rolled over, facing away from the noise and painfully bright yellow.

"WAKE UP MUSCLE HEAD!" the voice yelled in an annoyed tone.

Juan snapped awake. "Qué?! What the- Where am I?"  He looked at his friend standing nearby with a smile, and took note of what he was wearing. "Chris? What's with the gold PJs?"

"You're on Derse!" The American replied happily.

"... Dondé estoy?"

"Derse, Kingdom of Darkness." Chris repeated, a faint smirk on his face. " Now get outta bed, I wanna show you the view!" Chris began pulling on the Mexican's arm... to minimal effect, as Chris was effectively a twig with arms, and looked as strong as one.

Amused and rubbing sleep from his eyes, Juan stood up, and followed his friend to one of the windows. In awe, he gazed out at the violet cityscape stretching toward the horizon. Beyond it, Juan could see an asteroid belt. Through the veil of stones was his golden-colored planet, and even further in the distance, a glowing blue ball of light. "Dios mio... esta incredible..." Juan muttered, backing away from the window and looking around the room.

It resembled his own room, except for where a Dragon Armor set stood in a corner, there was instead a statue of Thor smiling gently, one hand on his hip while the other held Mjolnir in a relaxed grip. Around its neck was a small simple crucifix. The walls were a deep violet, patterned with a light tan color.

"You... wanna explore the rest of this place?" Chris asked kindly.

"Hmm? Oh, sure, sure! Where's the door?" Juan replied, still looking around. In response, Chris walked over to the window and began to levitate, much to the Latino's amazement.

"Who needs a door when you can fly!" he said happily, taking off through the window. Carefully, Juan began to float, occasionally dropping a few feet before Chris caught him. The pair looked around at the dark planet, looking at the ebony Carapacians, who muttered about Juan in a reverential tone while averting their eyes from the Prospit Dreamer. As they flew across the chain of Derse, Chris explained to his friend about Prospit and the White Queen. Juan nodded in understanding, a bit distracted by the whispers he could almost hear in his mind.

Soon, they landed in a castle courtyard. Looking up, Juan saw the tall obsidian towers, each topped by a glowing orb. One held the image of a bat, while the other a cat's head on a shield. In the center of the courtyard was a black marble statue of a king and queen with a plaque he didn't read as Chris led him down a dark red carpet.

The two were suddenly stopped by a tall Dersite glaring at them. Juan slowly walked forward.
"Stop right there, Dreamers." the man said coldly. "You wanna see the Queen, right?"

"Uh, yeah?" Chris answered. "I filled out a request form when I arrived. Dersite politics are complicated." he added as an aside to Juan, who nodded in understanding.

"..." The Dersite looked at a clipboard in his hand for a moment. "Alright. In." he instructed, before walking off, the fake wings on his back looking uncared for and ripped up.

"Who was that?" Juan asked, looking at the retreating figure. "Seemed like a jerk."

"He is one." Chris replied. "That was Jack Noir, leader of the Derse Agents, or Archagent. They deal with important stuff I guess, so he's effectively the castle secretary."

"Wow... what's like on Prospit?"

"I just walked in and the White Queen walked up to me!" Chris replied as they approached the throne room. "And here we are." With that, the two entered. On a dark gray throne in the center of the room sat a tall female Dersite wearing a crown and a golden ring. This, Juan assumed, was the Black Queen, and knelt in respect, as did Chris.

The Black Queen stood up, her face catlike while a pair of bat wings and a tail extended from her back. Calmly, she strode to Juan. "Stand up, Mage." The Queen ordered. "Rogue, leave us for a while, would you? I will talk with you shortly."

Chris nodded and left as Juan stood. "Sí, su Majestad? How may I help you?"

"So formal." She said kindly, as she sat back down. "Let Us be the first to formally welcome you to Derse."

"I am honored to be here, Ma'am." Juan nodded.

The Black Queen smiled back. "Now, on to business..."
Translations:
Hombre? Estas bien?: Dude (literally "Man")? [Are] You okay?
Sí amigo...: Yes, friend...
Gracias: Thanks
despierte: [you] wake up
Vete: [you] go away
Qué?!: What?!
Dondé estoy?: where am I?
Dios mio... esta incredible...
Sí, su Majestad?: Yes, your Majesty?

Commentary:
That's odd... thought I uploaded this one a while ago...

No prize to whomever can find the Rick and Morty shout out. (Hint, its not a quote). If you caught it, the congrats, you found the source of Juan's depressed outlook on life.

Juan's phone cover design is the weapons of the Norse Gods Thor (Mjölnir hammer), Odin (Gungnir spear) and Freyr (the Vanir god's unnamed sword). Together, these are a reference to a webcomic me and Juan love: Thistil Mistil Kistil, by Sarah Schanze, which can be read here: tmkcomic.depleti.com Enjoy!

Juan's room statue is symbolic of his intense respect for the Norse religion, while its crucifix represents the Mexican's ties to Catholicism.

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