[ the patterned silk cast shadows over the large cloth tent Riku sat in. he frowned as he watched the shadows of the dancers outside twist and stretch over the material, letting light and darkness settle over the cotton that lay beneath him and the stuffed pillows strewn about.

he'd had this dream--what, three times?

he glowered at the entrance to the tent, the flap blowing lightly in the breeze. then, his gaze flickered downwards, to the crystal ball atop the table before him. he knew there was really no point in trying to get up and leave. his ankle was already tethered to the bottom of the ball, like he was a prisoner in a cartoon. and, like the last three times, he was in costume, too, an orange tunic on his back with patterned pants tied about his waist, a shawl covering most of his body afterwards. ]

This is ridiculous.

[ what did recurring dreams mean? recurring problems?

ugh, he couldn't even remember, anymore. his mind hurt too much from the folksy songs the gypsies outside were singing and from the differed timelines each one of their steps took.

the dream always ended when he gave a guy his fortune. fine. he'd just wait until that moment came. ]

[ ooc: permissions post yet again! ]

[No. No, no, no, no, no. This can't be happening. This just can't be--

The dreamscape this time around is dark. It's a twisted world, a strange pit that loosely resembles his childhood home of Destiny Islands. And he's just... Sitting there. Injured, to reflect the hard battle he fought back in the waking world. But it hadn't been enough, and there's a rip in his shirt to show as much. And there, right on his chest, peeking out of the rip in his shirt, is a black and red symbol, though only a corner can be seen.


He's just lost for the moment, staring straight ahead.]

...I... He really...




[[OOC: The symbol is only from his own perceived state and a reflection of what happened to him. Yup, folks, he lost his heart, making him permanently here until it's gotten back.]]

"Liar! Liar!

Liarliar!"

[The mountains again - except the scenery has taken on quite a... bloody turn.

Where there had once been untouched snow, the beauty of the Planet, and the gentle gusts of winds... the land is now riddled with corpses, stained with blood, and encompassing a shattered, blown building. In the midst of all of this, are two giant, bleeding monsters - twins, the SOLDIER twins, so young and bright and - pecking at something obscured from the scene for the time being.

The black, feathered monsters withdraw only once, from the clash of a tempered sword against the steel-like beaks. They caw again - "Liar! Traitor! Liarliar!" - and he finally stands, looking a bit worse for wear. But the pain isn't from physical injuries. Oh, no.

Those bright blue eyes are twisted with an anguish a Cure wouldn't come close to fixing.]

Essai...

Sebastian...

"Liarliar!"

[Their massive wings spread, beating against the fresh snow... and towards him again.]

I'm sorry.

[And it all turns black.]

[ooc: Tags from here on in would take place in total darkness, and both of the ravens blending in. So attacks come from seemingly nowhere, and you've gotta guess where they'll strike. Enjoy!]

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.)

Ignore this!!