003rd Promotion ♛ Tell me your wish

[promotedpawn]

[Today's dream starts with darkness and emptiness, deep and wide, you may not even realize that you're dreaming, or even have a real sense of self and time. For the longest instant in the whole eternity, there's nothing but darkness and void around and inside of you. And then, swirling from the far distance, the tones of the keys of a piano start to reach your ears, drip by drip, coming closer and yet remaining distant at the same time. New instruments join the tune and soon the velvet-like sound of a woman's voice finishes the birth of the song that seems to echo inside of you as much as around you.

And yet, there's still darkness and void despite the music that fills you now. Or is there?]

Welcome, to the Crimson Room.

[A man's voice welcomes you, easily and naturally as if he has been awaiting for you. And it's then that you realize that you most likely had your eyes closed, no wonder you couldn't see anything. Opening them will introduce you to a big and wide room colored in red shades, without doubt this must be the "Crimson Room" you were welcomed to. The music still reaches your ears, however no matter where you look, there's no one playing or singing, the doors are firmly closed and so are the windows that show nothing but a golden mist on the other side of the crystal, so thick that it's simply impossible to see anything of the outside.

You're not alone in the room, though. In the center of it lays a couch that doesn't have anything to envy to the thrones of kings and queens of the past, and sitting on it, is Primo, dressed in a red coat like always, relaxedly and naturally. This is his realm after all. He doesn't look at his guest, though, instead his attention is on a letter he holds in one hand, written on the most white paper you have ever seen, whatever is written on it seems to be done in a mixture of purple and golden ink. And the wizard reads the letter with an amused and interested smile on his lips. When he talks it's hard to tell if it's for his guest or just for himself as he keeps looking at the letter rather than at the person there with him.]

It seems you have just arrived at the perfect time. Right now I've been invited to a simple game of collecting successes in the form of fulfilled wishes. I don't normally use my powers carelessly like this, but I feel in a good mood today so I suppose I may grant you a request if you ask for it.

I'm Primo, the Wizard of Destiny. Don't be fooled by my title, though, I don't settle a destiny, instead I destroy them, it's my specialty. But you don't have to sacrifice your destiny for a wish from me today. Even just a wish for a life supply of cake will suffice, there's nothing I can't do. But I will warn you, nothing comes for free, even if I have no desire for a personal gain, neither will ask for a price, magic requires one to be paid. The greater the wish, the greater the payment you will have to make, it may not be done immediately, though, it might not happen until many years have passed. But it will happen.

So, tell me. What wish would you like me to grant you? Don't be shy, ask anything your heart desires. Just remember to be careful with what you wish.

((ooc: That's right, this is a dream based on this month's theme! But with a twist, instead of Primo's wishes going wrong, he will be granting wishes and at the same time making them go wrong at some point. Feel free to have your char ask the most outrageous things, with both the dream natural magic and Primo's (very real) magic there's nothing impossible!))

Comments

[promotedpawn]

You said they should try to become useful. That's plenty generous from my point of view.

[waterfell]

Maybe I'm becoming soft. [There's a certain air about her that suggests this is either entirely and obviously untrue, or that it's a strange but not unwelcome thought.]

[promotedpawn]

Becoming soft again, maybe? Or is it different this time?

[waterfell]

[Her eyes narrow, and the ease, never wholly truthful, drops.]

'Again'? [She repeats the word very deliberately. Elaborate carefully, Primo.]

[promotedpawn]

Wasn't that what you aimed to change once? What you aimed to leave behind? Isn't it one of the differences between you and those failures that people from parallel worlds to yours like to consider the "real Mizuno Ami"? That they are soft and kind, so soft and kind that everyone loves to just step on them, use them and throw them away, because they will never be able to do anything about it. Because they will never be strong like you who cut the threads that controlled you like a puppet.

You should be careful with that, a bit of softness isn't bad. But too much and you may end going back to the place you didn't belong to.

[waterfell]

[The satisfaction of what she calls her accomplishments sours with his last words.]

I won't go back.

[promotedpawn]

That's why I asked if it was something different this time. Since you wouldn't like to become that kind of softie again.

[waterfell]

I'm saying it's different.

[It's not, not entirely. She's become softer in many ways, despite her still often harsh words. But the question of noise in a dorm is very different from compassion or kindness, to her.]

[promotedpawn]

Then there's no problem!

[And he smiles, happily even. If she says that it's different then everything is fixed, right? So long as she says it and keeps herself convinced about it.]

[waterfell]

[He really irritates her sometimes. One of those times is starting to be now.]

Good. Then I'll remember our deal. Until then!

[promotedpawn]

[He knows, or suspects it. He doesn't care. He keeps smiling and waves at her happily.]

I'll be looking forward to it! Have fun with your studies!