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Event 1 Ionne (Eye) the horseman of death

Pale blue eyes, pale skin, pale blond hair. She is dressed in armor and a bear skin cloak. Her weapon is a scythe. More info here

Eye drank a sweet sour drink, and again ended up in another dream, she wore armor and she could her Brii yelling "Save me, save me" Eye charged into the burning tower. Brii was dressed in a lovely long flowing dress, Eye picked her up and ran down the stairs. She took Brii outside, and she babbled something about how grateful she was, and the dream ended.

That one was actually pretty funny, owing entirely to the idea that Taima would ever get married. She liked dreams that were incredibly obvious, and found that she wasn't quite so eager to leave this place--after all, who knew what other delights awaited her outside this room?

Taima sat atop what was once the highest point in a great city. Now it was just another monument to decay, left to rust and rot when everyone had died. From her perch, she could see the black spots where creeple had been vaporized. The Hunters had finally found a way to kill them permanently--not that they could do anything about it afterwards, as Halloween was still unfriendly to their delicate human constitutions.

Taima had only managed to escape the carnage because she had been flying at the time of the attack, out of range of the Hunters' weapons. She had seen it, though, with her keen eyes--seen the bombs go off, seen everyone running around in panic, seen it all amount to nothing when they just disappeared. Even the minipets hadn't been safe. Now it was just Taima and the flock of chirrpups and corrividi that had been in the air with her at the time.

"Where to?" Cawed a corrividus she had named Danny for its bright orange plumage and incessant chatter. "Move on-stay-nest?"

"We'll go, for now," Taima decided. "Nothing more to see here." She launched herself into the air and all of the other remnants fluttered after her.

Taima frowned; that vision had been less than pleasant. Maybe it was time to focus on getting out of here in earnest.

What a stupid way to die, strung up by her feet with her hands bound across her chest and--worst of all--dangling over a pit of bubbling tar. Like that was supposed to be funny or something, instead of just incredibly obvious. Petro probably thought he was being clever, but at this point Taima just wanted to die and get it over with. It was bad enough that she had allowed him to get close enough to put her in this position in the first place, but now, like all villains, he just wouldn't shut up.

"Now that I've finally defeated you, I can--" blah blah jacking blah.

Taima glanced up at the catwalk where Petro and his sniveling little sidekick, Ionne, stood. "Psst, hey," Taima whispered up to her.

"Save yourself," was her garbled reply.

"Duh, I'm trying to. Can you hit the down button over there, please?" The blonde looked from it to Taima, perplexed, before shrugging and pressing it. It slowly lowered Taima into the boiling tar, and it hurt like hell, but at least she didn't have to listen to any more stupid supervillain speeches.

He rubbed at his eyes after coming out of the dream, shaking his head before eying the table once more. He was hesitant to try again, but there was little choice if he wanted out.

<Pick that one.>

"... This one?" His brow lofted slightly, hand hovering over a particular bottle. When he didn't hear a disagreement he snagged it, bringing the bottle up to his lips to take a swig only to find himself drifting away again.

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Her mouth was saying 'help me', but everything else about her was a trap. She was pale, so very pale and the armor she wore said that she was likely to have prepared herself more for battling the dragon than he was in his white coat, even with Tivadar in hand.

"Help me..."

He didn't trust her. There was no reason for her, and yet if he didn't help her... Maybe it was part of a trap. Maybe...

"Why don't you come with me, Princess? Let's get away from this dragon and..."

"Help me..."

Way too creepy. "Let's get out of here, ok? You and me. No more dragons..."

"Help me..."

"Nope." He shook his head. Mario would never forgive him, but this was definitely not his princess. She had to be in another castle.

Exit

Ionne (Eye) the horseman of death

Pale blue eyes, pale skin, pale blond hair. She is dressed in armor and a bear skin cloak. Her weapon is a scythe. More info here

(Already did number 6 and I've done 6 dreams so I'm going to do Alice now}

Eye picked up the next bottle, it tasted peachy this time, and soon she fell into another dream. She looked around to see a colorful forest and a girl sitting on a mushroom. Eye raised her eyebrow at the site. She looked at the small girl without a face, and watched her jump down from the mushroom. She came forward and hugged her and told her she could do it. Eye woke, and she was little. There was that blasted door and her way out of these strange dreams.

It was easy to follow directions, especially in situations like this. Easy to let someone else assume control, rather than trying to reason things out on your own. Hadiyya was not always quite so passive, but the current events were so far over her head that she would not have had any idea where even to begin looking for answers or a way home. Instead she allowed herself to be prompted into action, and she had maintained her tight hold on Marosa's hand as they had rushed into the tower and headed upward. Only to lose him, some how, as she entered the first room.

Cursing soundly, she turned a dark look towards the door at her back, before examining the room around her. It wasn't terribly large; there was a table, bottles resting on in a circle along the top. A door sat against the far wall, but it was woefully small. Smaller even than her small frame could slip through.

So she turned to the bottles, reading the label. Drink me.

She did.



It was a bitter brew, and the djinn pulled a face as the sour after taste hither tongue.

Then the taste was gone. Everything was gone.

Cool eyes stared down from a tall balcony, watching the slow stream of bodies as they were marched in single file lines through the tall doors of the fortress that belonged to her. Prisoners of war, unavoidable casualties. They would serve a greater good, in time. A hard fate, but an essential one, for the continuation of their world.

The war was over, Halloween had won, and Hadiyya had risen through the ranks until she had found herself at the top. It was an unexpected place to find herself, one that had required great sacrifice, giving up her morals, her easy life, everything, all of it, for the good of them all. Hard, they called her, ruthless, but she did it for them. did they not see it?

The humans had to be rounded up. They had to be kept somewhere secure, because if ever another danger rose up to threaten them, Halloween would be in peril. She could have that. So the humans, all the humans were brought to places like theses, Great structures that were impenetrable, inescapable. Safe, and close, so they could be sure the humans remained afraid.

"You're going to far..." She blinked, head turning to take in the worried expression of someone she had once considered a friend.

"It is necessary."

"It's .."

The dream broke, and Hadiyya blinked out into the room, hand still wrapped around the little bottle. Immediately she dropped it, stepping away and shaking her head.

Noemi's body shifted back to her normal form, the fear and insanity from the pool room gone and she looked around this new one. More things to drink it looked like. She bit her lip, mentally debating with Mel on this path.

However it had to be done to move on, and thus the girl reached for one of the bottles.

After coming back from pigfarts, Noemi let the dream fade quietly. Once she was ready for the next dose, her hand shook on one of the bottles. She berated herself for being such a coward when she needed to continue being brave....She needed to find Shu and Milo after all and make sure they were all right as well. Resigning herself to the fate of hand, she brought the bottle back, shooting it back like a shot and slapping the glass on the table.

This time when the dream came, she was engulfed in fiery heat.

"D...Don't worry Milo-hime!" Noemi called out, debating on a way to get the young man from the danger he faced. She wore pristine silver blue armor that reminded her of scales of a mermaid tail over her small frame, and one large trident weapon in her hand while the other was pulling a matching scaled helmut off her head to revel bright red hair, soft brown detriemened eyes and dark freckles.

It was quite different from the usual Noemi.

In the distance above, a figure in a green...robe like attire was calmly looking from his spot in a somewhat high tower engulfed in flames. Noemi had slayed the dragon and yet...her prince(ss) still was in danger! "Ya, Noemi-san! I am waiting here for you to rescue me! Save me!"

And she would. Her armor was getting hotter with the heat, absorbing it and burning at her skin. She stripped herself of it down to the tunic under armor, to be free of the sensation and weight...and moved to the spot under where Milo's window was. She held her arms out to him, giving him a very pointed stare. "Milo my prince! You must jump down to me!"

"But you might drop me!" Milo answered back, leaning over the window and smiling at her. She gave him a slight peeved stare.

"I...I would never dream of dropping Milo-hime!" Noemi gestured with her arms again, "I would never hurt the prince(ss) I was meant to protect! Please trust me Milo! I would never do anything to hurt you!"

She could see him debating (but it didn't take long) before two legs appeared out of the window. In one swift jump, he was falling towards her as she planted herself to catch him....and because this was a dream, Milo seemed to just float into her arms where she smiled shyly at him as she cradled his larger...form to her smaller one. "See! I caught you! Please entrust your life to me more Milo, I will protect you with my own life before anything happens!"