[He assumes he’s dreaming, at first, because of course he does. Who expects to wake up in the middle of a quiet autumn forest wearing white, when the last thing you can remember is going to bed? Time passes and he doesn’t mind the dream, but it does start to get… perplexing. He’s never had a dream before where he was so aware of it being a dream.

Diluc pinches himself, quite hard, on the forearm. It hurts, but he doesn’t wake up.]

What in the…

[The idea that he isn’t dreaming refuses to lodge itself properly in his mind, because of course he is. Of course he is because there’s no other explanation for this.

But he pinches himself again, and it still doesn’t work, and he gives a small shake of his head.]

Damn it, wake up.

[Despite all information given and the (apparent) fact that they have not been specifically brought here by any directly nefarious means (press x to doubt) Diluc is, perhaps understandably, having difficulty with feeling any kind of settled. He explores a little at first, though the bright lights and buzzing technological advancement of the central district becomes all too overwhelming after a while, and he retreats to a more… sedate space, eventually finding his way to Blossomcrown’s park.

Once there, he puts his back against a tree trunk and takes a deep breath.

Calm down, calm down…

It’s a lot to take in at once. Diluc settles himself there at the base of that tree to think things through, and though he probably looks entirely furious with the entire situation please rest assured that he is simply deep in thought and taking everything in. Not that his face would tell you that.]

[After being told that he apparently has access to new powers, it’s only a matter of time before he starts to get curious about it. When the initial stress of trying to settle in to his new situation is mostly passed he sets himself down on a bench and begins experimenting.

It’s not that easy, after a lifetime of being able to create and manipulate fire, to turn your mind to something else. There are a few false starts, but eventually - and somewhat abruptly - he stirs up some of the earth in front of him and sends it roiling away in a semi-circle almost like a shockwave.]

… Huh.

[Diluc leans forwards, pressing his lips together as he looks down at the now disturbed ground in front of him. There’s not a mind given to the poor sod he might have accidentally knocked clean off their feet with that little trick.]

I could get used to it.

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