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[goldenpacifist]

[You're in a clean white room with large windows. Half finished model airplanes are scattered all over the ground. In the center of all of is a large white chair looking almost like a throne with sick white wings sticking out of it and a cross at the very top of it. It's turned to the window.]

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

[A voice calls out from

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[waterfell]

[She doesn't have any fear in approaching; Ami is quite used to the darkness. She takes the question seriously strictly because it's always on her mind anyway. She steps closer, boldly. As heiress and princess of the planet Mercury, she is at least the equal of anyone who'd put himself on a throne.]

The future I make with my own hands.

[It's a somewhat evasive answer; she doesn't say just what that future will contain. But it's the truth: the important thing is simply that it's not a future handed to her, not a future dictated by a tragic fate, not the future of the Princess.]

[untiltheyscream]

[That thin smile seems to grow. Terrans were always hiding pointless things. As if their secrets had any true value.]

What future would you make?

[waterfell]

[The only problem with that summary is that Ami is not in any remote way human, which meant the entire summary remains in question. In fact, the assumption would have offended her from the start, had it been voiced.]

Do you have trouble with your ears?

[But she relents enough to answer the unimportant things, the details, the parts that don't matter nearly as much as the simple core of self-determination. Being her own, not someone else's.]

Now that it's all in our hands, [Ami and her comrades have made sure of that] I want to make it the best there is. There's no point in a future that doesn't improve and evolve.

[untiltheyscream]

You're assuming I know what you're referring to. [Silly child. Can't you see he's indulging you? This is his domain. He can easily throw you out of it.]

I'm afraid I don't. You have the upper hand! [He says cheerfully. He sounds like a teacher indulging a slow student.]

So why don't you explain everything? Don't leave out a single detail.

[maddening_gale]

I want a future where I understand everything.

[A vague answer, but a rare honest one. Jade meets Cain's creepy red-eyed stare with his own.]

[untiltheyscream]

[Cain's smile grow. Oh he likes Cain. He's like Dietrich back when he was young and cute!]

How do you plan to obtain all that knowledge?

[maddening_gale]

I'll get it any way that I can, even if I have to do it alone.

[untiltheyscream]

With that kind of attitude you won't have to. [He sighs dreamily.]

There are people who are willing to do the same for their own goals. Tell me, what kind of power do you have to achieve it?

[drknss_bnd_lght]

[Ventus just shrugs in reply - not one for talking tonight it seems. He's not even sure how he wondered into this dream, or why. He's squinting though - the room's far to bright for his liking and subconsciously, he's trying to dull it - drag it down into the muted colours that he's grown used to.

He's not even aware that he's trying and failing perhaps, to change a dreamscape.

He just wants his eyes to stop hurting.]

[untiltheyscream]

[Cain just looks amused.] Something troubling you?

[drknss_bnd_lght]

N-No... [He looks away, shrinking in on himself a bit. Damn you are unsettling in a bad way.

And why won't the room stop being so bright?]

[untiltheyscream]

Don't be shy. I want to be a welcoming host.

[daha_az_tanrica]

[She furrows her brows, disturbed on a lesser degree but at the moment clearly irate. She doesn't have the illusion of her youth to fall back on and make her think it's her brother. So she stands her ground, the corner of her mouth turning up into a faint grin.]

How very poetic.

[untiltheyscream]

Only poetic my dear sister? [Cain is taking it all in stride.] Why won't you answer my question?

[daha_az_tanrica]

Because I have nothing to tell you.

[untiltheyscream]

Don't be cruel. I just want to talk unless you'd rather play a game~?