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[goldenpacifist.livejournal.com]

[You're in a clean white room with large windows. Half finished model airplanes are scattered all over the ground. In the center of all of is a large white chair looking almost like a throne with sick white wings sticking out of it and a cross at the very top of it. It's turned to the window.]

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. 

[A voice calls out from the chair as if reading from a book. It's impossible to see them past the wings but, if you look at the reflection in the window things change. A young blond haired boy in his teens is staring at you with a thin smile on his face. One of his eyes will seem strangely red but, that must be a trick of the reflection, right?]

Igne Natura Renovatur Integra. Child, avert not thine eyes. 

[The chair swirls around. That boy is now facing you with one eye glowing red.] 

What kind of future do you want?

[ooc; Replies will be from untiltheyscream . As a warning, this is the future where 01 is possessing Cain's body. To put it simply, 01 is evil and will offer anyone here creepy replies forever. No worries he won't be attacking or harming anyone in the dream unless it's to its benefit. Just yeah. Creepy forever and possibility of hurt. You are now officially warned.]
 

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't have any fear in approaching; Ami is quite used to the darkness. She takes the question seriously strictly because it's always on her mind anyway. She steps closer, boldly. As heiress and princess of the planet Mercury, she is at least the equal of anyone who'd put himself on a throne.]

The future I make with my own hands.

[It's a somewhat evasive answer; she doesn't say just what that future will contain. But it's the truth: the important thing is simply that it's not a future handed to her, not a future dictated by a tragic fate, not the future of the Princess.]

[untiltheyscream.livejournal.com]

[That thin smile seems to grow. Terrans were always hiding pointless things. As if their secrets had any true value.]

What future would you make?

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[The only problem with that summary is that Ami is not in any remote way human, which meant the entire summary remains in question. In fact, the assumption would have offended her from the start, had it been voiced.]

Do you have trouble with your ears?

[But she relents enough to answer the unimportant things, the details, the parts that don't matter nearly as much as the simple core of self-determination. Being her own, not someone else's.]

Now that it's all in our hands, [Ami and her comrades have made sure of that] I want to make it the best there is. There's no point in a future that doesn't improve and evolve.

[untiltheyscream.livejournal.com]

You're assuming I know what you're referring to. [Silly child. Can't you see he's indulging you? This is his domain. He can easily throw you out of it.]

I'm afraid I don't. You have the upper hand! [He says cheerfully. He sounds like a teacher indulging a slow student.]

So why don't you explain everything? Don't leave out a single detail.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[This time, when he's dismissed what she's said twice, the reply is serious rather than flippant.]

If you don't have ears to listen, there's no point talking with you.

[Because she will never again put up with being sidelined and ignored.]

[untiltheyscream.livejournal.com]

Very well. You can leave now.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Ami turns to walk away, and takes several steps before stopping. She doesn't want to leave. It's mostly being stubborn, but it's also the belated acceptance that despite his dismissive tone, he'd been asking. Interested. She speaks to Cain over her shoulder.]

My world was destroyed by fools. The future I want to see doesn't matter as much as stopping what I don't want to see, and removing them.

Now that that's done, what would you say should be next?

[It's a challenge to his own plans: Once it all goes your way, what next? Once it's in your hands, what do you do with it? When you've spent so long planning and scheming, how do you learn to do something else?]

[maddening-gale.livejournal.com]

I want a future where I understand everything.

[A vague answer, but a rare honest one. Jade meets Cain's creepy red-eyed stare with his own.]

[untiltheyscream.livejournal.com]

[Cain's smile grow. Oh he likes Cain. He's like Dietrich back when he was young and cute!]

How do you plan to obtain all that knowledge?

[maddening-gale.livejournal.com]

I'll get it any way that I can, even if I have to do it alone.

[untiltheyscream.livejournal.com]

With that kind of attitude you won't have to. [He sighs dreamily.]

There are people who are willing to do the same for their own goals. Tell me, what kind of power do you have to achieve it?

[maddening-gale.livejournal.com]

[And just what are you offering, Cain?]

I have fonic abilities like none other. I have youth, which is something most of my competitors won't have.

And I have ambition. Even if others have it, it's the most important resource a researcher could have.

[untiltheyscream.livejournal.com]

And what exactly are fonic abilities?

[maddening-gale.livejournal.com]

[He gives Cain an unsavoury look. Really? Who doesn't know what fonons are? If he's just being patronising, then Jade will just be patronising back at him.]

Special people called fon-ists can cast fon-ic artes. Artes are typically destructive in nature, but seventh fon-ists, fonists who use the seventh fonon, Lorelei, can heal or read the Score.

[drknss-bnd-lght.livejournal.com]

[Ventus just shrugs in reply - not one for talking tonight it seems. He's not even sure how he wondered into this dream, or why. He's squinting though - the room's far to bright for his liking and subconsciously, he's trying to dull it - drag it down into the muted colours that he's grown used to.

He's not even aware that he's trying and failing perhaps, to change a dreamscape.

He just wants his eyes to stop hurting.]

[untiltheyscream.livejournal.com]

[Cain just looks amused.] Something troubling you?

[drknss-bnd-lght.livejournal.com]

N-No... [He looks away, shrinking in on himself a bit. Damn you are unsettling in a bad way.

And why won't the room stop being so bright?]

[untiltheyscream.livejournal.com]

Don't be shy. I want to be a welcoming host.

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[She furrows her brows, disturbed on a lesser degree but at the moment clearly irate. She doesn't have the illusion of her youth to fall back on and make her think it's her brother. So she stands her ground, the corner of her mouth turning up into a faint grin.]

How very poetic.

[untiltheyscream.livejournal.com]

Only poetic my dear sister? [Cain is taking it all in stride.] Why won't you answer my question?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

Because I have nothing to tell you.

[untiltheyscream.livejournal.com]

Don't be cruel. I just want to talk unless you'd rather play a game~?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid you and I do not share the same tastes in games.

[untiltheyscream.livejournal.com]

But we used to. Didn't we?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

That's the past. That doesn't matter now.