((OOC: This is totally not my writing style. But I wanted to follow Grimm's style, so that is what I did here. :3 I hope you like it/it is acceptable))

Once upon a time...

On north of side of Gaia was a town called Midgar. The citizens of Midgar were honest folk who lived contentedly in their urban houses. The years went by, and the town grew very rich.

Then one day, an extraordinary thing happened to disturb the peace.Midgar was struck with an illness known as Geostigma. A black plague swarmed over the whole town. The terrified citizens flocked to plead with ShinRa to free them from the plague of Geostigma—which the ShinRa company had been responsible for. But Rufus ShinRa had, for a long time, been sitting in the Presidential room, trying to think of a plan.

"What we need is an army of SOLIDERS!"

But all the SOLDIERS were dead.

"We'll atone for our mistakes then . . ."
But most of the damage was already done and even attempting to please the Planet did not stop the Geostigma.

"It just can't be done without help!" said the president sadly.

Just then, while the citizens milled around outside, there was a loud knock at the door. "Who can that be?" the Turks, ShinRa’s henchmen, wondered uneasily. Mindful of the angry crowds, they gingerly opened the door. And to their surprise, there stood a teenage boy, dressed in dark leather, with silver hair that obscured half his face, and waving a double bladed katana at them.

“I can cure your little problem,” the stranger announced, “All I want in return is Jenova!”

"Jenova!" exclaimed the president. "We'll give you Jenova and all her remains!"

And so the deal was set.

The sun was still below the horizon when the sound of zealous gospel wafted through the streets of Midgar. The little remnant slowly made his way through the houses and behind him flocked the diseased. Out they crawled, the ill of every size, all after the remnant. And as he preached, the stranger marched straight down to a black river, right up to his middle. Behind him swarmed those who were plagued and every one was taken over by the remnant’s will and told to remain out of the city to be used for a later purpose.

By the time the sun was high in the sky, there was not a diseased person in the town. There was even greater delight at the town hall, until the remnant tried to claim his payment.

"You want Jenova?" exclaimed the Turks, "Never..."

"You promised you’d give me Mother!" cried the little remnant angrily. But the President broke in. "Geostigma is dead now and it can never come back. . ."

His eyes flashing with rage, the little remnant pointed a threatening finger at the President and told him he’d regret his actions.

A shiver of fear ran through the Turks, but the President shrugged and said excitedly: "We've saved the Planet!"

That night, freed from the nightmare of the Geostigma, the citizens of Midgar slept more soundly than ever. And when the remnant returned to the streets at dawn, only the children were interested this time. Drawn as by magic, they hurried out of their homes. The long procession soon left the town and made its way through the woods and across a glowing forest till it reached the foot of a huge crater. Beyond lay the Northern Cave. All the children had followed the remnant into the cave, to which he held them captive by pure Willpower alone.

Only one little girl escaped this fate. It was her, named Marlene, who told the anxious citizens, searching for their children, what had happened. No matter what people did, the Northern Cave never gave up its victims, for you see, they had become the remnant’s new brothers and sisters! A brand new army of children to fight for Mother! And it was here, that the remnant known as Kadaj would keep the children until ShinRa upheld their deal—and returned Jenova to her rightful family.

Ami is easily recognizable, but changed. She wears an elegant but modest royal gown with the skirts spread demurely over her lap, and the sigil of planet Mercury shows plainly on her forehead in pale blue. Princess Mercury, Ami, sits by a fountain in the inner courtyard of a vast marble palace, all enclosed by a dome. Light music surrounds her as she idly plucks a gentle tune on a rich harp, smiling and contented. Water lilies rest on the surface of the shallow pool.

The ground her skirts brush is of a different texture. This is the Moon and not Earth; Earth hangs large and beckoning in the sky like a ball of blue crystal. The air, artificial, seems still and quiet. Yet for all that, it is still a beautiful place of graceful lines and symmetry. Despite the ancient-seeming architecture, high technology is evident from the door mechanisms to the strategically placed viewscreens that show glimpses of Earth and its flowered fields blown by true winds, to the dome itself.

Welcome to the Silver Millenium paradise of the Moon Kingdom.

(ooc: bad ending will be the war and end of this world/the past life; feel free to let me know if you want to go there or not.)

[Anya's version of a perfect life is fairly simple really. She lives in a picturesque (white picket fences and all) with Xander and a couple of kids they had after they got married.

In this dream, whoever's coming to visit is a friend of the family. The parent of one of their kid's friends? One of Xander's coworkers in construction?

Currently, Xander and the kids are out, but there are pictures of them on the wall as she lets you in, smiling happily.]

It's good to see you.

[Over the years, Xander's helped her be a little less blunt and awkward.]

[Minato's sitting in front of a shrine on a bench, tuning his viola. He hums a note lightly to himself, running the bow across the strings to make sure it matches up. He has a good ear for pitch, and can tune from memory by now. The sky is a vivid blue above him, only small wisps of clouds drifting by, and the grass is a perfect green beneath his feet. Soft sounds of spring are in the background: birds chirping, people talking as they walk by, faint traffic.

He glances up when he notices someone approaching, and breaks into a smile. It's much brighter than anything seen on him before.] Hi.

[This is his perfect dream, and in it, he has countless numbers of friends, all very close to him. He's alive again, after all, with no consequences. Therefore if you tag in, that's the case with Minato and your character - they're close friends.]

Tinny carnival music and excited chatter fill the air along with the mechanical creaking of the typical assortment of rides.

The Juuban amusement park. How many times has she been here? Familiarity doesn't seem to dampen Ami's enthusiasm, even now that she's older. It's a place tied to her subconscious - clearly, as here it is in her dream, and she'd even tried building it with Ariadne once. She smiles brightly, and goes from one entertainment to the next like a child again.

An older couple, their hands joined and both of them clearly very much in love, are never far from sight. They bear a familial resemblance to the young doctor: her parents, never divorced. A whole and loving family, forever. A young girl, almost the very picture of Ami herself, walks with them and calls them Grandma and Grandpa.

"Father has many things to attend to today, but he'll meet us here in an hour," Ami assures her daughter when she has a moment between rides and game booths. A family tradition, she could call it now. She likes that thought. "He always keeps his promises, doesn't he?" Her reward is a broad smile and a nod before the little girl runs off again. Ami, too, seems to trust this promise from her husband as she straightens to her full height and smiles quietly to herself.

(ooc: Anyone who comes is begged welcome to be her dear friend, as her ~perfect dream~ would definitely involve having a lot of friendships. Short version of dream changes: her parents never divorced, she is now married with children and a happy family life herself. She still has success in a rewarding medical career.)

[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/]

There is a room filled with light, both from the windows at one end and the electric lights overhead. One wall is completely covered with mirrors, which helps to reflect all this light. It's a ballet studio and Christine is standing at the ballet bar in the back, stretching.

This is exactly where she wants to be and what she wants to be doing. Being prima ballerina had always been her dream until she found herself so thin and ill that she gave it all up to get healthy again. But that was all in the past. Now she was healthy and the star of the show.

She's alone here at the moment, completely focused on her breathing and stretches. Soon she'll head over to the computer on the wall and start the music she'll be dancing to in the production. She doesn't mind company though, and in fact would welcome anyone who wants to watch a ballerina practice her craft.


[ooc: The part where the dream takes a turn for the worst is when she injures herself, if we get up to that point.]

[You find yourself in a castle- an extremely posh one, albeit one that looks ripped straight out of a fairy tale. It doesn't scream BADASS CASTLE, so much as it screams 'Disney paid for me,' but whatever. It's situated on a small island and the waves crash against the rocks below the castle walls.

Outside, Flynn is sword-fighting pretty fiercely with some random person- nondescript features, typical of a dream world. A good wrist flick and he manages to disarm the man and point the hilt of his blade at his chest. He circles the man, his voice taking on a dramatic edge to it.]

You're lucky today. I don't feel like getting blood on my lawn, but I could still change my mind if you don't get out of here in the next... Ten seconds. [The man runs off and Flynn's dramatic voice completely vanishes as he yells after him, laughing the whole time.] Yeah, you better run! [He sighs dreamily and sheathes his sword, flopping down on the grass to stare out at the water. This is perfect. He has everything- a lot of money, an island he owns, his own castle- oh sure, the occasional brigand tries to steal from him, but he puts that right quick enough.

Oh, and he's alone.

Yep. Perfect.]

[[OOC: ....Flynn's dream at this canon point is canon. Easiest post ever. Catch him just as he's enjoying his "Flynn-time."]]