[You're in an open field. The sun is shining brightly, wild flowers are scattered about, and underneath the only true around is a boy with blond hair, ordinary clothes, and he's smiling just as bright at the sun because he's free, finally free, and living in a world without experiments, strange dead cities, or cruelty. If you happen to be in his family or rather he thinks you are, he will be turning to you with excitement lightening up his features.]

This is the future I wanted. What about you? Is this everything you dreamed it would be? [Well? Was it?]

The scene is not so different from the last dream brought forth from her... or at least the location is not so different. The house remains the same--but the weather is certainly different. It is warm, bright, distinctly... uplifting. Not like before when something seemed to be off balance no matter what happened.

This time the doorway of the house is wide open and the smell of food being prepared drifts from the house. Tomoe eventually emerges, taking a deep breath just outside the door before looking up at the bright sky, a near smile pulling at her lips.

Everything... just seemed right with the world right now.



[ooc; not sure what the bad end is going to be yet, or if I'll even do the bad end... but basically she has a perfect family life right now--things worked out with her husband and her brother and father and all is good in the world. People who tag in can either take on the roll of husband, father, brother, neighbor, etc, just let me know /o/]

It's the workshop. The one in Paris. Everything was as it was. It was slightly cool, the building not made for being comfortable. It was older, not exactly organized, but usable. The rooms were the same, the patio furniture they used, the tables still set up, and even Ariadne's architecture desk was there, models filling the brim.

In fact, Ariadne is in the middle, building. She's building a model for a dream. It's at the beginning stages, unrecognizable to anyone but her - the dreamer. There's music playing and she's humming along, her brain still building even as she's working on the model. She is content, she is serene, she is in her element.

ooc: if you wish to plot about this, there can be anything from Ariadne's subconscious thinking you're dangerous or if your character knows her, maybe even Cobol appearing (which could pop up as a plot for the rest of the month). otherwise come and bother the architect.

[You find yourself in a new dream. Unlike the last dream conjured by this particular mind, however, this dream is not set in a route from Nuvema to Accumula. Indeed, this dream is set somewhere else entirely from those three places.

Instead of a road paved with tall grass, there is a large arena in front of you. It seems empty today, seeing as it's one of the few slow days that Unova experiences.

Enter, however, and find not only Whitlea on the battlefield, but a green-haired young man facing off against her, while another young man with glasses and a young woman with a funny hat watch from the sidelines. All four of them seem to be good friends with each other, from the way they interact.

Whitlea smiles at the young man in front of her, a Pokeball in her hand.]

All right, N, I've been training for this day. Are you ready?

[The man nods, a smile on his face.]

Samurott, let's go!

((OOC: Whitlea's greatest desire, as you can see, is to be able to count N as a friend along with Cheren and Bianca. It's not deadly or anything, but she will focus on the battle and nothing else, which is why all replies will be post-battle.))

[ There's a girl in the middle of the cemetery. She's a stark change from the low, grey sky. Dull--the grass, the path, the grey, grey tombstones with the deep-set letters. But this girl, she's bright white and polished. Inhuman.

She stands up from the grave she's at, dusts herself off and bows to you as she leaves. You can tell she isn't human. It's obvious by the shape of her; by her lack of shoulders and hips and feet. And despite the impossibility... you think there are tears down her face. ]

[This dream is a strange one. A beautiful world, or at least it once was. The ruins are scarce, and there are few places to go besides the castle. Sure, the Rising Falls are interesting, but there's not much out there. However, there aren't many rooms with open access. Once you get past the Castle Gates, the entrance hall opens before you. From there, up the stairs and to the left, one can find the two-story library where the shelves can move depending on the weight of the books on them. But up the stairs and forward, the central lift stop is where you find yourself. From there, only one other actual room inside the castle can be found in the crumbling remains. A small room, the chapel.

No matter where you decide to stay and explore, eventually, there's a boy who you run into. And he doesn't seem very happy to see anyone. In fact, he seems guarded and unsure.]

...How did you get in here?

Sleep never came easy to the battle-hardened soldier. Hope had been spared the sin of murder time and time again, but she had caused enough deaths. Killed several. Yet it wasn't what she'd done that haunted her nightmares, but what she had yet to do.

Dreams were always chaos for Hope. Anyone who could see the girl might see her world shifting every second. One minute she's in a dystopia. There's nothing for miles around but flat earth. No cities, not even a trace of life, and she's running. She can't stop running. She looks half mad with fright but she never stops going. Suddenly the world is gone from under her and the water is caving in all around her. She kicks her legs and struggles against the current but she knows this is it. She's going to drown.

When she finally submerges the world's changed again. There's a peaceful looking land with small square homes. It's an agricultural community. The water's all gone and Hope now stands in the middle of a battlefield. Cockroache-like humans overtake the little town of New Liberty and people run screaming through the town. She watches as they die again and again and she can't stop it. One of the roaches turns on her. She screams into the night, the name 'Nathan' on her lips, before her little dream goes black.

At long last she opens her eyes, still in the dream but finally fixed in place. She's sitting upright as her eyes open to a world fuzzy and beyond her focus. As she blinks the darkness away she finds herself in Utopia.

But Utopia is far from perfect. Beyond the waters Hope watches quietly as people scream under the massacre of the sentinels. San Francisco falling to the sentinels might as Hope watches from the ledges of Utopia.

This is all that she dreams, and her dreams never stop.