Pique found herself in abright, candy-filled fantasy. Everything, from the streets to the buildings, was built out of candy. Candy cane lamp posts. Gingerbread houses. Spun sugar windows. And every person was a doll. Rag dolls, soldiers, teddy bears, and every kind of doll imaginable.
What surprised her the most, however, was her human body.
She was human again.
Everyone was bowing to her and smiling. This was her kingdom. She was the Princess of Dolls.
[OOC: And since she's a princess, she should wear something fitting, like this X3.]
She heard the voice, and turned to see a very...interesting man. He looked very wild and dangerous, especially since he just sliced a candy cane in half. Nevertheless, she smiled. "Hello."
A beautiful white peacock could be seen flying across the clear blue sky. She sang sweetly, and the music echoed everywhere in sight. The grace in her flight made it look like an aerial dance, and the people below turned their heads to look at the astonishing sight. They all smiled and applauded the bird's performance.
Misa swelled with a mixture of pride and happiness, not even caring why she was suddenly a bird instead of a girl. She was free from her curse, and such things as what she looked like seemed immaterial.
((ooc: Yeah, yeah. Peacocks can't fly, and they probably don't sing very well... but it's a dream, so it's all good. :3))
Misa turned her gaze to the ground, noticing the dark-haired girl running after her. She was confused for a moment- none of the others came after her. Why was this one? Perhaps she should go down and greet her properly. It seemed rather cruel to just keep flying away from her.
Still, something kept her from descending. A sudden certainty had fallen upon her- if she touched the ground, she would lose her wings... and her voice.
Conflicted, her song faltered for a moment before resuming it's former melody.
Fay had read a great many books in his life on the subject of lucid dreaming. He quite enjoyed the activity and had spent many long nights perfecting the control of his own dreams. He was no dreamseer by any means, but he didn't need to be. All that mattered was that he could entertain himself in his time of rest
because in dreams, he could be free...
This night, when the first featherings of dreams brushed the backs of his eyelids and he snapped his fingers to show himself that he was dreaming, he discovered a great many other dreams swirling around him that he could grasp from the air like milkweed down. It was as though a door had opened in his own dream
and there, a door did open, but there was someone silhouetted in the light behind it, reaching out to him. He rushed to take that hand, like he had so many times before, but by the time he stepped through the door, it was gone...
and a path stretched before him, beckoning him away.
He smiled, pleased at the thought of travel and a pair of scissors appeared in his hand. He cut
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She was walking along (though it was more like dancing, since she went toe-heel and wore pointe shoes), carrying the scent of peppermint and gumdrops with her. The Land of the Dolls was indeed a wonderful place, and the traces of it could still be seen in the crown of candy that she now wore.
She was so glad to be human again, and it showed in the fact that she wasn't paying any attention to where she was going. Instead, her eyes were closed, and she was humming a familiar tune.
[OOC: Wlatz of the Sugar Plum Fairy. And so they meet again XD.]
She's jostled out of her daydream by his voice. She opens her eyes, smiling. "Hmm? Oh, it was wonderful! The Sugar Plum Fairy was there, and she crowned me Princess of Dolls, and..."
Clad in a mask of iron, Fakir wandered through gray nondescript forms. They could be called people but they lacked features of any kind and said nothing as he passed them. And nothing was said to them either, for it seemed pointless to converse with the shiftless creatures. He merely wandered onward to an unknown destination, vaguely wondering where his feet were taking him.
He felt his steps slowing, however, and he looked down to see he was walking on sand.
"Sand? Why on earth would I be at the beach again...? Hasn't this damned place had enough of me?"
But upon looking around, he saw no water, and the formless beings were gone. There was only sand.
Mytho looked down at the shells in the sand. Someone was calling him...? A voice, crying out "Help! Help!" He picked up a shell and held it to his ear. "I'm here. I'll help."
No, not that one. There! A voice from the left...he ran to it, picking up the shell in that area. "I'm here. You need me?" he said again into the shell. No, now that one over there was calling him...
He ran towards it and bent down to pick it up, then realized he was looking at someone's foot. He slowly rose to face the masked stranger, cradling the shell carefully. "Are you...the one calling for help?"
The white-haired boy seemed to suddenly appear in front of Fakir, so he almost flinched upon seeing him, eying him through his mask with some suspicion. "...Calling for help? Hmph. I don't need any--"
He broke off when he realized that the boy with the shell looked familiar...He was the same boy he'd found and called 'Mytho'. But what was he doing here?
He spoke again through the mask, feeling as if had gotten somewhat heavier, but leaving it on. "Idiot. If anyone were to need help, it'd be you."
"Me?" He blinked, then shook his head. "I'm fine. But someone was calling for help. In the shells..." He paused, holding it to his ear for a moment with a vague frown. "I need to protect them."
Taiki was running along a narrow path running through a dark forest, always trying to move just a little faster. There was something out there, something that was keeping pace with him and something that was looking for him. He wasn't sure where either of the two were, which made him try even harder to run. Every now again it almost seemed that the patter of his footsteps on the hard dirt path echoed more like the sound of chiming hoofbeats. He had to run harder, faster... but his legs kept feeling heavier and slower while his panic increased. Now and then a wall of eyes would peek through the trees and blink at him, staring malignantly at him and waiting.
Lenalee was running, too, running away as she'd always done. This time the forest felt denser, colder, like it was working to stop her escape the same way the people did. Her legs were heavy, and every step hurt, but she kept running.
When she ran into someone, she thought it was him again, that boy, Allen. When she saw that it wasn't, she froze, just looking at him.
Taiki went sprawling back when he hit something and he looked up with a sudden mix of determination and fear, only to blink in startlement when he found himself looking at an older girl rather that the mass of eyes he'd expected. She looked just as startled at seeing him as he was at seeing her, so he didn't feel like she was going to hurt him. "Eto... Are you running away too?" He asked hesitantly.
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What surprised her the most, however, was her human body.
She was human again.
Everyone was bowing to her and smiling. This was her kingdom. She was the Princess of Dolls.
[OOC: And since she's a princess, she should wear something fitting, like this X3.]
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Misa swelled with a mixture of pride and happiness, not even caring why she was suddenly a bird instead of a girl. She was free from her curse, and such things as what she looked like seemed immaterial.
((ooc: Yeah, yeah. Peacocks can't fly, and they probably don't sing very well... but it's a dream, so it's all good. :3))
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Still, something kept her from descending. A sudden certainty had fallen upon her- if she touched the ground, she would lose her wings... and her voice.
Conflicted, her song faltered for a moment before resuming it's former melody.
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because in dreams, he could be free...
This night, when the first featherings of dreams brushed the backs of his eyelids and he snapped his fingers to show himself that he was dreaming, he discovered a great many other dreams swirling around him that he could grasp from the air like milkweed down. It was as though a door had opened in his own dream
and there, a door did open, but there was someone silhouetted in the light behind it, reaching out to him. He rushed to take that hand, like he had so many times before, but by the time he stepped through the door, it was gone...
and a path stretched before him, beckoning him away.
He smiled, pleased at the thought of travel and a pair of scissors appeared in his hand. He cut ( ... )
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She was so glad to be human again, and it showed in the fact that she wasn't paying any attention to where she was going. Instead, her eyes were closed, and she was humming a familiar tune.
[OOC: Wlatz of the Sugar Plum Fairy. And so they meet again XD.]
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"Good evening, young lady. You look like you're coming from a party," he said, grinning. "Was it fun?"
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...Wait...he sounded familiar...
She stared at him, surprised. "...Fay?"
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He felt his steps slowing, however, and he looked down to see he was walking on sand.
"Sand? Why on earth would I be at the beach again...? Hasn't this damned place had enough of me?"
But upon looking around, he saw no water, and the formless beings were gone. There was only sand.
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No, not that one. There! A voice from the left...he ran to it, picking up the shell in that area. "I'm here. You need me?" he said again into the shell. No, now that one over there was calling him...
He ran towards it and bent down to pick it up, then realized he was looking at someone's foot. He slowly rose to face the masked stranger, cradling the shell carefully. "Are you...the one calling for help?"
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He broke off when he realized that the boy with the shell looked familiar...He was the same boy he'd found and called 'Mytho'. But what was he doing here?
He spoke again through the mask, feeling as if had gotten somewhat heavier, but leaving it on. "Idiot. If anyone were to need help, it'd be you."
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When she ran into someone, she thought it was him again, that boy, Allen. When she saw that it wasn't, she froze, just looking at him.
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"Eto... Are you running away too?" He asked hesitantly.
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"Yes," she said, holding out a hand to help him up. "...What are you running from?"
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