The elevator platform leads down and down, until it comes into the depths of the theater. Here, it doesn't look so much like a stage. Instead, there are gears, ropes, sandbags, and dark red curtains all around. It is the metaphorical backstage: where all of the hard work and effort goes into making a performance come alive. Where that hard work is hidden, by the brilliant shine of the stage itself. That is a powerful, blinding light above.
And in the center of the circular platform is Junna.
She stands there in a trance. There is dirt and dust coating her uniform; her glasses have a huge crack up through the left lens. Her eyes are dull, somehow; her expression is blank. She doesn't look up, as the others approach. "I have to..." Her voice is soft. Dim and dull. Almost monotone. "...I have to keep working."
"I UNDERSTAND."
The masculine voice booms out. Then, from cracks in the floor, directly behind Junna, filthy and ratty red ribbons explode outward. They wind and tie together, until they form a shape: a giraffe, with sparkling green eyes and a pink ribbon tied on the end of its tail. That tail swishes side to side.
"To be a Dreamer is to struggle invisibly...! To be seen but never understood! For one's work, one's life to go ignored!" The giraffe looks down at them. "This fate is inescapable. It has captured her. It will capture you all."
Junna lifts her bow. The crystal on the top end gleams, but it's dull somehow. Even the arrow of light that forms, as she lifts her bow up, seems dull; dust that has caked Dreamer Sage's uniform crumbles and falls off. And the Kirin keeps speaking, as Junna draws a bead on the people who came to save her, pointing an arrow of light in their direction. She stays almost wordless, letting this thing speak for her.
BOSS ENCONTER: THE KIRIN
The elevator platform leads down and down, until it comes into the depths of the theater. Here, it doesn't look so much like a stage. Instead, there are gears, ropes, sandbags, and dark red curtains all around. It is the metaphorical backstage: where all of the hard work and effort goes into making a performance come alive. Where that hard work is hidden, by the brilliant shine of the stage itself. That is a powerful, blinding light above.
And in the center of the circular platform is Junna.
She stands there in a trance. There is dirt and dust coating her uniform; her glasses have a huge crack up through the left lens. Her eyes are dull, somehow; her expression is blank. She doesn't look up, as the others approach. "I have to..." Her voice is soft. Dim and dull. Almost monotone. "...I have to keep working."
"I UNDERSTAND."
The masculine voice booms out. Then, from cracks in the floor, directly behind Junna, filthy and ratty red ribbons explode outward. They wind and tie together, until they form a shape: a giraffe, with sparkling green eyes and a pink ribbon tied on the end of its tail. That tail swishes side to side.
"To be a Dreamer is to struggle invisibly...! To be seen but never understood! For one's work, one's life to go ignored!" The giraffe looks down at them. "This fate is inescapable. It has captured her. It will capture you all."
Junna lifts her bow. The crystal on the top end gleams, but it's dull somehow. Even the arrow of light that forms, as she lifts her bow up, seems dull; dust that has caked Dreamer Sage's uniform crumbles and falls off. And the Kirin keeps speaking, as Junna draws a bead on the people who came to save her, pointing an arrow of light in their direction. She stays almost wordless, letting this thing speak for her.
"I UNDERSTAND!"