one ; dream

[mobilisomnia]

This was not unconstructed dreamspace. This was not Limbo. Ariadne knew this because she was standing in the middle of a square in Montmartre, Paris. This was her solace and Dom was no where to be seen. Ariadne blinked and looked around. A dream. She must still be on the plane. Time existed differently

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[waterfell]

She liked it. There was nothing more thrilling than leaving an impact, making the world you want - and Ariadne was doing it quite well. Of course, the strangeness itself tugged at Ami's mind until she realized, this time, that she was dreaming.

It didn't matter. Even if it was a dream, it was a very symbolic one to the girl whose world had been rebuilding for the past few years without the help of a (tainted) crystal that could have done it as quick as Ariadne's thoughts. Maybe there was still something here to learn, some idea or solution she hadn't considered yet in waking life, that building within the dream would help her realize.

As she is now, she can walk straight up to a stranger and ask for what she wants. So she did. "What you've done is impressive," Ami said from behind Ariadne. She stepped boldly closer. "I want to learn to do it, too, a little bit."

Oh, she'd never be at Ariadne's level, but the learning itself would be fun. Perhaps beneficial.

[mobilisomnia]

Ariadne turned at the sound of a voice, the architecture still morphing to her will. She looked over at the unfamiliar girl. "I'm not the best teacher. I just do it. It just happens because I think about it. I also am an architecture student, so that helps." She tried to explain.

[waterfell]

She'd practiced altering their surroundings a little bit with Willow; but when she was here in a different form, she couldn't admit that, and besides, Ariadne was on a slightly different level anyway. She seemed to do it so effortlessly and precisely. Ami nodded, and some vestige of manners made her ask first.

"Shall I try doing it a little?"

[mobilisomnia]

"I've learned you don't want to just go messing around in people's dreams, but you don't have anything to worry about me." Ariadne said and stood back as the Parisian street started to split.

"Just think about something. Will it into existence." She said above the rumbling of rock being shaped between them.

[vacationisalie]

Roxas is fascinated, eyes staying upon the twisting metal as it glides through the air and forms different shapes, becoming a city upon a city as the world around them continues to transform. And the girl in front of him is smiling? Maybe... there's something to learn, here.

"Uh, hello?" A quiet call- he doesn't particularly want to surprise her and cause something nasty to occur from shock, since she seems- rather focused on the changes developing around them. "Are you changing this place?"

[mobilisomnia]

Paris continued to bend to her will, even as she became aware of his presence. Ariadne felt him all along. A few projections stopped to look, but she never felt threatened so they continued on their way. A store next to a Jesuit church was converted into a cafe as she turned.

"Ugh, yeah. Just practicing, bored I guess." The shades of the dream shifted, color starting to drain from everything. This was her as well.

[auncyenhalig]

The buildings closest to the grand cathedral seemed to be resisting the change, some even turning back -- though there the changes were nowhere near as fluid as Ariadne's, stilted and sometimes blatantly inaccurate to anyone who knew the architecture, based off glances of the old. It's not a conscious effort, and Ariadne would find that if she twisted them again to new styles and skyscrapers, they would stay that way.

But this architecture makes Aerith think of something that her beloved church could have looked like when it was better cared for, but even grander, with so much devotion put into its construction and that of the buildings around it. She didn't understand why people were so eager to replace old with new when the old still held beauty. Leaning against one side of the center arch in Notre Dame's front, she gazes out at the view it has to offer, one hand to her chest, and wishes all the signs of changing times would stop.

I was actually talking about Sacre le Coeur, but whatevs

[mobilisomnia]

Being a student of architecture Ariadne actually had great appreciation for the old, especially in Paris. There was so much in the old city, but this was a dream and she was a dream architect. Which she was doing was impossible to do. The sounds of metal bending echoed as the building stretched, but there was no steel.

And Ariadne was too busy perfecting the buildings of Amsterdam, the Dutch architecture grand and modern with the face of Paris's antiquity. The girl liked her duality.

Oops XD Got a false positive on Google Images.

[auncyenhalig]

As the metamorphoses continued, Aerith's own efforts at change stopped -- especially once she saw the new direction things were taking. She clasped her hands behind her back, tilting her head.

"Who knew the same building could have so many faces?" she said out loud, her eyes wandering to the other woman here. Was this her dream?

No worries. Notre Dame is next to the Siene which is about six miles from Montmartre.

[mobilisomnia]

Ariadne turned at the voice. A projection? She knew that they could talk, but this just felt different. She'd been aware of her presence, but hadn't noticed, too absorbed in what she was doing. Ariadne looked her over and smiled.

"It's whatever you want it to be. I could change it back, I could make it modern, I could destroy it, I could make it something completely different - Rome, perhaps." The architect said as the Church behind them started to rise in height, it's white paint turning brown and into rock.