[ Barret looks different than usual. Might be that he's a little younger ... might be his arms mirror each other, no gun arm to speak of. Though it's not easy to see him too clearly in the dim light of the mineshaft, the swing of his arms is evident as a pickaxe rises and falls.

Work, work, work--it's the kind of repetitive work that you could fall asleep after a full day and dream you're still doing, and that's exactly what going on. But there's a little twist in this dream ... one where he strikes just the right rock and a few more crumble, revealing something unexpected but welcome. He turns around and yells, what seems far too loud in a coal shaft. ]

Ha! Git a load of this! Those Shinra bigwigs are gonna be besides themselves.

[ Because what he's found is a sign that Corel is indeed plenty abundant in potential mako ... the tranquil, lazy glow of a natural mako fountain. ]

It's a castle unlike anything mankind has seen. True -- castles of all different shapes and sizes have littered throughout civilizations. Grand palaces covered in gold and kingdoms forbidden to even the common folk of their glorious empire.

But what makes this kingdom so special? If you look up, it's not the normal sky. Instead, the backdrop is the black blue color of space and hovering above is a view of the Earth.



Welcome to the Mare Serenitatis, The Sea of Serenity., dear dreamer. In the center, protected by a large and magical bio dome is a large castle. The roof tops are reminiscent of from India but it's not the only predominant ancient Earth kingdom influences -- although looking through the castle one can see that this castle backdates anything that Mankind has ever known. Where you are now is in the courtyard. There's the main pathway lined in polished white stone and fountain plinths adorn the water surrounding the mini fields of flowers inside of the courtyard.

Standing in one of the many areas of flowers is a lone woman. Most who know her would recognize her as Usagi Tsukino: the young girl with blue eyes and that peculiar hairstyle. But, this lovely lady embodies something the young girl has not honed yet. She is graceful, quiet and wise. She wears a gown pearl in color with an opaque pink ribbon that almost looks like wings that span from the waist of her dress. Her hair is still up in that familiar style, but atop of her head is a small golden crown and gracing her forehead is an upturned golden crescent moon.

Mistress of this castle; she is the only one in the courtyard and her eyes are staring quietly at the Earth, unaware of any one who may have stumbled upon this spot.

(OOC: Will be responding with timelessmoon As with the other fast-forwarded time skip entries, feel free to assume CR if the situation calls for it I'm not too picky. Also IT'S USAGI'S BIRTHDAY TODAY! \o\;;;)

[You're in Tokyo. Don't ask why, that's just how life goes. There's a vampire vs. slayer battle raging, with a ratio something like 1000:1. It's not a pretty sight. If you look up, you'll see one hundred pounds worth of girl hurtling for the ground, all dressed in black.]

Oh, Hell. And I don't even mean that in the literal sense.

[She's plummeting to her death and where was Willow? This was definitely not of the good. As Buffy cuts through the air, one by one the vamps go up in smoke. Her eyes widen as it happens, but by the time she's less than 20 meters over solid ground everyone has vanished, except one girl and one really pissed off witch. Not Willow, either. Bad witch.

The witch has Buffy's scythe and before Buffy can call out, she stabs Renée right through the heart. And suddenly, they vanish too.] Man down. Man down.

[But no one's there to hear her, and she lands almost delicately; unharmed, on the pavement.]



{ooc; feel free to assume CR this Buffy is timeskipped forward by six or seven years}

[The first thing you might hear in this dream is a cry of "DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!" as there's an explosion, a sign that Laharl is pissed again and that you should really approach with caution--]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T GET THAT SUPER RARE PUDDING?!

[...Well, at least some things don't change, even if about a few hundred years pass by and your appearance changes into something like this. He still has that sweet tooth of his, and although he has matured, today is one of the days when Etna's ordered those delicious puddings from the Sea of Gehenna and absolutely refuses to share any with him, so this is justified! Really!

Oh, yeah. After the Prinny's scurried off to get said pudding from Etna, Laharl slumps into his throne, closes his eyes and seems to fall fast asleep. When he senses your presence in the room, though...]

Whaddaya want now?

((OOC: So I'm back! And so are Laharl and Whitlea. Also: this dream takes place roughly a few hundred years after Disgaea 3's post-game. Flonne's become an Archangel (don't ask why, it's a dream), and he and Etna are still in the Netherworld, still lording it over the Prinnies and other demons. Also, he's waaaaaay too over-leveled now.))

[It was dark - darker than dark really and Ventus, while used to the darkness, was not used to this level of darkness, or the growing (morbid) fear as he dived downwards until he hit what seemed to be a platform, but it was just black for kilometres upon kilometres in all directions.

And then --

Something glimmered into existence and the boy froze, eyes wide as primal fear seeped into him - into the very dream itself --

-- And then he was scrambling back as fast as possible, but no matter what he did, he seemed to be drawing closer to it - to what looked like two keyblades merged into one with a blade sprouting out of it---

He swallowed, shaking his head in denial.

He had no clue what it was, only that he wanted away from it and why - why could he hear Vanitas's laughter ringing around - and the sounds of a fight? And taunting and this wasn't happening - he had to get away-- had to get as far away from that thing as possible and--

He tripped, hands scrambling for purchase against the smooth - was it glass - surface to not avail.]

N-No. G-GO AWAY! [The more he struggled, the closer it loomed. He thought he was gaining ground, but every time he looked back - It was closer still, rising up menacingly - beckoning the pure heart of Light -- ] GO AWAY!

[And then, as suddenly as the draw started, it stopped, and he took off, hoping to run away, to flee - find a way to leave this place, wherever it was.

Only - he was running in circles, always always ALWAYS circling back to that thing - no escape from it - or Vanitas's laughter, no matter how far he went, it would show up.]

Scenario A
( Told to wait )


Scenario B

( Told to seek. )


[OOC: Depending on the choice made, here, you’ll be tagging with either lockandkeyblade or vacationisalie . You can post more than once if you’d like to play out both!]

[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.