[Childish laughter echoes in the halls of a palace made of red crystal, gold and white marble. Children's voices sing songs about a beautiful princess who was skinned as her guts got ripped out before her soul burned in eternal flames forever as the demons devoured what was left of her body. Questionable lyrics aside, the children are clearly having a great time and everything is nothing but merry laughters and cries.

Until a vase finds its way to the floor, for you see, even in the world of wizards and witches, beyond conscience and dreams, things can get broken.]

Ipos!! Belial!! What did I tell you about playing in the halls?!

[Primo'se voice resonates through the palace like an ominous thunder and the kids, one with bright red hair and purple eyes and the other with green hair and red eyes, both cringe at the sound. It's known by everyone in the demon world and beyond that there's little that actually angers Primo, but when he's angered he's a being to fear. His mercy is huge, but not infinite and he makes no distinction between kids and adults.]

But we were bored of playing in the games room! We wanted to play with you.

Yeah, you were the one who said the other day that you would play with us if we did what you asked us to do. And we did it!

That's right, it was a promise, a promise. Fulfill it or swallow a thousand of needles!!

If it wasn't because for you the part of swallowing needles isn't just a figure of speech I would be amazed that two demon princes care for a promise.

[Primo sounds still angry and greatly bored, but eventually he shrugs and turns around, starting to head to one of the many rooms of the palace. The kids following him even before he talks.]

Fine, I promised. Come with me and I'll tell you a fairytale, okay?

A fairytale? We already know them all from the start to the end and from the end to the start!

There's nothing new you can tell us!

I wouldn't be so sure.

[Primo smirks evilly, despite the kids taunts they still follow him and soon the three of them are sitting in a huge living room. Raising a hand, Primo summons a crystal shard that floats and twirls in the air, floating above his palm. On each side of the shard, images are displayed as if showing what happened inside.]

Now, listen with attention, I don't feel like repeating myself. Once upon a time...


[OOC: Here's the deal! This is a fairytale wreaking post. Your characters will be dragged in dreams to the fairytale that Primo will tell the kids. In other words, you tag here and Primo will start to narrate a tale where your character is the main character... And he will wreck it wonderfully to please the kids. Your characters can fight the influence of Primo's narrative but more often than not they will have to go along with it if they want to get out of the fairytale and return to their own dreams.

Feel free to argue back with Primo and the kids (but don't expect much from the kids, they won't be happy until someone's guts are ripped off) to try to reach an agreement ICly so your character doesn't have to go through a terrible fairytale. Also feel free to threadjack to your hearts content, Primo will just adapt the narrative if more characters appear and he isn't above attracting your character again to another fairytale after they escaped from one. Also each thread will be a different fairytale, but you can make requests if you want to!]

[ It's a fairly normal scene, all things considered. There's just a road with cars occasionally driving by, lined with buildings, and then there's a single bus stop. And standing by said bus stop is a girl in a school uniform leaning against the bus stop sign while seemingly talking on the phone. She's fairly recognizable as Ange, despite the difference in clothing, the only difference aside from that is the fact that she's wearing her hair down instead of having her usual pigtails with the hair bobbles.

If you get close enough to her, you might be able to hear what she's discussing on the phone. ]

What, onii-chan's coming over for dinner tonight too? [ A pause as she listens to the answer on the phone and then she downright laughs - very uncharacteristic for her, those who know her might notice. ] No, dad, I like eating dinner with just you and mom too, okay? Don't freak out too much over it. It's just that this is a special occasion. [ She listens again, and then there's a hum. ] I know. I'll be home soon enough, the bus is just having a delay or something like that. But I'll hurry. Hmm, bye!

[ Now she's done with her call and tucking the cellphone - a fairly old-looking one, like a nineties' model - back into her bag, you might want to speak up. Or, you know, just silently stand with her at the bus stop, even though that's not as interesting of a way to spend time. ]

Near the north pole of planet Mercury, there are signs of life, all enclosed in a thin, transparent dome that still allows a clear view of the heavens. Inside, the air is clean and breathable, and even stirs itself in artificial breezes.

The entire city is a mass of blue crystal, luminous with the glow of thousands of solar trees both within and without, their blue cels attached to silvery branches and trunks. It makes a striking contrast, and the structures provide the city's energy, veritable solar power farms, bustling and thriving like the city itself. . Everywhere, the roads lead inward towards a palace, attention drawn to it by its height, taller than any nearby building.

The lush sound of splashing water comes from a clear, ornamental pool in the entryway. Tropical fish swim contentedly there, glimmers of golden koi amid and around the stems of water lilies. There is greenery, too, and flowers provide a seasoning of color. Overhead, the ceiling is dizzyingly high, adding to the sense of open space.

Seated at the edge of the pool, dressed in an elegant gown and with the sigil of her planet showing proudly on her forehead, is the Princess Mercury, now queen of her reborn kingdom. She plays a simple, longing melody on the harp she holds in her lap.

[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!))

Talaria: the winged sandals of the god Hermes (Mercury). Or, in this case, the sleek, dark blue motorcycle currently traveling the Nakasendo Highway at the easy pace of 100 mph. A tribute to Ami's will, the road is smooth and empty enough to run at these speeds. A tribute to the Suzuki Hayabusa, she hasn't even put it through its paces yet.

It's a trip stuck in the past, through the collective memory of Japan for hundreds of years, kissed by a springtime sun. Puddles dot the ground to suggest a recent, fertile rain. The roadway itself seems modern, but the post towns all along it are carefully preserved and restored to the Edo period. She whips past them all.

As her hair flares with the wind, Ami keeps her eyes pointed forward and her speed high. The point isn't where she's going; it's getting away from where she's been.

When Rei wakes up, it's not a real awakening. She can just tell that she's stepped from her usual sleep into a dream. It also helps that she steps from her bed dressed in her Senshi uniform, bright red heels contrasting sharply with the stark white of a snow field laid out before her. She shivers. How familiar. She tends to dream about the Arctic; it's a sticking point in her mind, especially when she's uncomfortable. Probably something to do with her death; that kind of thing leaves a mark on your psyche.

She takes a few more steps out into the whiteness. Usually she wakes up recalling nothing more than being cold, but this is different. More solid. More real than it has been before. So she walks out into the empty field of snow and ice, wind rustling past her with biting cold.

"Why can't I dream about something nice for a change?" Rei asks aloud, turning around to look back--and instead of the cold arctic, there's a sandy beach, sunshine beating down and water lapping upwards in the ever-rolling tide. She looks back. Snow and cold.

"Dreams are weird."

Before this dream started there was a bright flash of white light, followed by a seemingly endless flower field appears, extending way beyond to what the eyes can see and at the moment Rinoa is not quite sure if it's accurate or not, there's even the distant sound of the ocean and it's enough for her to recognize this place as what it is.

The flower field behind Edea's orphanage, a gentle drift of wind sweeps by causing the sea of flowers to sway in rhythm with it, some petals even fluttering in the wind, the wind even move through the bright white feathers of her wings, ones that she hadn't even realized yet and even if she had she won't pay any attention to them at the moment

Rinoa moved further in the flower field, kneeling down her fingers touches one of the flowers, before a deep weary sigh escaped her lips and the wings slowly start to disappear, some lingering feathers being swept away with the wind. "Did we win or…?" Had they failed?

( ooc )