[The first thing you see in this dream is a slightly older-looking version of a certain Overlord, asleep against a tree. Certainly, he's managed to grow taller, and the shirt is an improvement over his formerly-perpetual shirtlessness. His hair antenna, however, is hidden under a hat, and in his right hand, he grips a white flower tightly.

He's hidden his sword in that ever-billowing red scarf of his, the only way to really identify him. It's his third day on this Netherworld, and still he hasn't found a cure for Flonne, like he hasn't been able to for the last five hundred years, ever since...

Ever since he killed the Seraph. Sometimes he wonders what would have happened had he spared him. Certainly, Flonne would still be alive, and he would still be the Overlord instead of Etna.

His senses, though, are sharper than ever. That's what happens when you've been wandering around various Netherworlds for five hundred years: you have enough time to think, to best others in battle, to look for a cure.

And right now he can tell somebody's there.]

Whaddaya want?

((OOC: Meet bad end!Laharl. Instead of showing mercy to Seraph Lamington after the guy turned Flonne into a flower like he did in canon, he instead killed him, essentially killing Flonne as well, since the Seraph was the only one who could cure her. He's left his kingdom to Etna to take care of and is currently searching for a cure for Flonne, even though he knows that the cure was gone the moment he killed the Seraph.))

[Oerba, Vanille's dear home town. What would have happened if she and Fang never became l'Cie? Well she can very well experience it now. There she was, just a normal girl from Gran Pulse. Though tougher than the average human girl which came from living around many large beasts, she was sans powers, abilities, summons, and tattoos.

She sits upon a concrete railing and looks outwards at the mountainous scenery, smiling wistfully and swinging her legs delicately. There are Oerbian people walking around, bustling, laughing, and being a large family with each other.

A little robot comes rolling up to Vanille, making a little noise. The girl looks down at it]

Bhakti!

[She looks over at it and pulls it up with her on the concrete ledge.]

Here to give me some company?

[She giggles, but she knows this isn't her place. She knows this isn't her reality. She knows she's curled up next to Fang in a crystal stasis, dreaming forever with her friends all right and saved and she's all right with that.]

[It starts not on Earth, not even on a space station. The dusty and red surface can only hint at one thing. Mars. Thankfully no one has to walks it’s surface. Instead it’s within the safety of the colony. One of the colonies actually. Anyone is free to explore the colony. It’s rather simple. Hallways lined with windows, most of the buildings constructed like domes. A few areas for civil needs, multiple labs that are locked, viewing rooms among a few other areas. Within the largest lab Seth’s going through a stack of papers. Potential colonists as a matter of fact. And the stack of applicants is rather large. Life on Mars is more popular then a person might think. Enough to keep her from proper rest as the dark circles under her eyes might hint at. No need to worry about interrupting her work however as she pushes aside most of the papers and rests her head on the counter. Seth folds her hands behind her head and groans with frustration. Paperwork might as well be her eternal rival. But she’s not completely unaware. The fact was as Director of the Red Mars Project she was doomed to interruptions. Instead of sleeping within a dream she lifts her head and sighs.]

If there’s anything that doesn’t require my immediate attention please just…leave me a note or something. [To which case she gestures towards some free counter-space not to far away from her.]


[[ooc; So instead of ruling an Empire this consists of the Red Mars Project having been continued/restarted. Under her of course. Which also means she lacks her Empire/children. Ah well. Feel free to bother her as a member of the colony/friend/whatever you'd like.]]

( cut for length with apologies )

The prince and princess walk hand to hand to the only structure still standing in all the flat and blasted landscape: the ruins of an archway. He slips a jeweled ring on her finger and bends to kiss her a final time, lightly. She releases her power. This time, the white light brings life - to all but these two, who stay hand-clasped as the dust and sand blow over their still bodies, that pure act of love restoring the entire world they cherished.

They aren't revived until their sacrifice is remembered by those who can live again; there are no victims or sacrifices now. Mercury, watching through the water's reflection, sinks to her knees right where she is, her horror a mirror of the princess' earlier remorse. The thought engulfs every part of her from her quickly-sickening stomach to the adrenaline turning her blood to ice in her veins:

Every twisted and evil thing she did and called necessary, was needless.

(ooc: anyone coming can have seen as much or as little of the vision as the mun desires.)

Minato is standing on a large highway bridge, and overhead the full moon is an eerie green, hanging overlarge and looming in the night. Fog roils across the suspended road, and when one looks carefully, they see puddles of blood undisturbed in the cracked potholes of the asphalt. More seeps from nooks and crannies and one or two abandoned, stopped cars. In the distance, black coffins stand upright.

This is the Dark Hour, and Minato isn't noticing any of it. He's standing, head bowed, hair covering his face, breathing. Fast at first, as if he's recovering from a huge shock, and then steadily slowing.

No... he shouldn't be surprised. He should've known this all along, that he's Death. And most of all he should've known that it was his decision. He'll bear the responsibility for his choices.

He looks up suddenly, directly at whoever is standing there.

[ooc: So! This AU is based off of one I used to play a while ago. Information can be found in the journal sees_death, which I also might comment from for the icons. Essentially, though, this is a role swap between Minato and Ryoji, which makes Minato here the Appriser. o/]

[The city below is eerily silent. Dead for the most part. Here and there bodies lay where they've fallen; man, woman and child. It makes no difference - they've been slaughtered - mercifully it was a quick kill each time. A figure in a dark cloak walks the rooftops in what could be called a slummish area, looking down indifferently. None of this matters - not really. He's spared one or two - told them to run and not looked back. He doesn't know, or care if they survived. That's a lie though. Somewhere, he still cares.

The hood's drawn up all the way, shadowing most if not all of his face. Very little can be seen under the cloak, but what can be seen suggests a body suit of some kind and dark red boots. In his hand's a sword, the hilt emblazoned with a phoenix; the blade pure silver, but stained with blood. His other hand - gloved in red and black with a gold chain and feather charm around the wrist, is at his mouth - he's licking the blood off it much like a cat would milk. then it falls back under the cloak as he looks up. He doesn't seem to notice that there's not a single thing in the sky. No moon, no stars... not even a cloud... It's just inky darkness.]


Time to move on, I guess... [His voice is oddly like that of a child, but with a dark undertone that taints whatever innocence this creature still has.

And then he looks back down and keeps on his way. He can't glaze at the sky forever, as much as he wants. He has orders to fill before the day begins.]



{{OOC: You can choose to play along with dream or not, but please let me know if you want a good ending [character gets away] or bad ending [death - because unn.. those were his orders...]. Cookies if you get the reffs before I fully reveal what this Ven is.. 8D}}

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