[Area] Necropolis, Underworld

"Oh no. No no. This is because something else is threatening of reality. I created an end game door to open myself to create a new universe or reality. I was going to use it but met someone more... interesting. Right now he's tearing apart reality, and Solaris kicked into gear after being revived by white wall I reckon... thankfully I've been keeping an eye on the data. Looks like I was right to wait it out."

He rolls his shoulders.

"Not much we can do anyway. Once Solaris eats the door of creation, it'll start on a new path... and soon it will change the world as we know it."

He chuckles.

"Or it can very well try... It's a well of power, but it is also chaotic. It exists beyond reality in a way... a force of nature rather than some kind of aspect."

The girl stands, peering inquisitively at something only her eyes can see it seems. Threads extending outward... an almost blinding light... and one thread, extending. One of its links, drifting away. Turning, she simply nods before taking off.

"Soft-hearted as always..."

Bwen looks up in awe at the alien girl flying off to somewhere. The others tell him to hurry up as they enter the town hall. He hesitates before running up the steps to catch up. Hopefully there won't be to much issue in terms of language gap.

Something larger than any of their group seems to be hanging over them... Something with so many moving interlocking pieces, and yet they have only seen bits and pieces of this thing in motion.
What could it be...

"Hm. Well, we should start heading back there, then."
Eniar slowly nods his head.

Medi turns to Link Seth and fidgets a little.

"Should we...? Shouldn't we...?"

The elves eventually get the answers they were looking for. Apparently it's a common mistake to sometimes send victims to the same zone as their killer, and this has not been changed out of the argument of confrontational closure, which Amelia and her cohorts concluded was complete bullshit.
So, they got a ride prepared to where their lost friend was sent. Apparently he had died again after being briefly prototyped with countless other null users, the remains of a monstrous, cancerous growth that was once an aging human man, and a nakkadile consort.

So now they make their way down the steps to wait for a cab. None of them had any idea that there was a taxi service out here.
It might take a while however. It's unknown how long a wait it could be until it arrives.
They sit at the steps of the town hall together, taking what little comfort they can get from simply being together again, for the most part.

Link seth looks over at Medi curiously. What is she grasping for?

Theta takes this moment to check the message board on his laptop. He walks a little away from the prison gates to avoid the signal blockage. After just a small amount of scrolling, a peculear message makes him smile.
"...hey, great news! We might just be able to get to the Black Bubble after all! The void is flooded over!"

link seth blinks and stares over towards Theta. "...what?"

Theta takes a deep breath out of old habit and begins to explain.
"on the messageboard, there was a message left by a member called 'denizen morpheus'. As a denizen, he's well-respected in the community, even more so for his supposed authority over dreams. Needless to say, he knows his shit."

"...you trust some random bitch on the internet just for having a cool screen name?"

"it's pretty fucking hard to find this message board unless you have connections."

"and your connection is?"

"Funny story actually. One of the other dead seths played an mmo with their group and they found the grave of another link seth like you in the game they were playing. They wanted to know which one it was for so I was contacted. They never really figured out which one it was for before the mmo shut down, but I did stay in touch with Rudolph's help."

"....okay, I'm even more fucking confused than before. And 'link seth'? what kind of shitty label is that?"

"I have my connections. Enough said. As for the label, it has to do with that which was added from the game you were imprisoned in. The link template part of you is still visible, but much more subtle than before your transformation. I'd say you've done well with what you've been given."

"whatever. I think I'll try to figure out a better name for myself."

"Anyways, if this notice is telling the truth, With the furthest ring saturated in dreambubble medium, we should be free to roam beyond the underworld's typical boundaries with minimal assistance. I'm sure by now you should know that the underworld is just the name of this particular bubble, and even then, it only covers a very small sector. Even with its large size and visitor intake, its size is still very much dwarfed by many things that lie beyond it."

"...and if that denizen bitch is punking everyone in your runescape circle?"

Theta glares at link seth before continuing.
"...in that case, we should test it by launching something out of the bubble that by outside standards would be considered imaginary. Much like us ghosts, imaginary objects cannot sustain themselves outside of a bubble medium or another properly closed container of some sort. If it works, we will know for certain that it will be in fact safe to proceed onwards."

link seth takes a moment to think it over, and then finally says something.
"Alright, but if it doesn't work, we're finding a way that will work instead. Got it?"

Theta seems slightly surprised at link seth's assertation towards him, but after gathering his bearings, he agrees.
"Let's drop off our guest at the tower first."
He looks towards Eniar and then begins to walk down the road leading towards the docks.

link seth takes a moment to make sure that Medi is following and tries to keep his pace with her, despite how much he just wants to rush ahead of the group on his own.

As they continue walking along, link seth (who at this moment kinda wants to figure out a better alias for himself), continues to watch Medi...do whatever she seems to be doing. Something with a magical flower?

"you must really like flowers, don't you? ...it's nice."

The walk seems to be not taking very long, despite how long their race northwards seemed to take before. Then again, time only exists in prison around here.
Interestingly enough, the path of red poppies that had "grown" in the middle of the street from before seems to be sticking around at least for a while. Definitely makes it a lot easier to not get lost, that's for sure. A few cityfolk here and there can be seen with a poppy on hand, likely recently picked from the flower trail. They appear a bit less repetitive and see-through than the rest from this, it seems.

It shouldn't be too long until the party reaches the docks...