So Make A Wish On Heaven

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Who: Participants of the Dream Plot!
Where: In your dreams!
When: Anytime your character is asleep on April 17th!
Summary: As promised, this is a catch-all log where people can post a character's dream as a top-level comment and allow other holders of our Mysterious Feathers™ to come visit them! Remember that the content of your dream is entirely up to your discretion, but we ask that you only have one, and to please also warn for content as needed!
Rating: PG, and please warn for threads that may go higher!
Log:

[Under the light of the full moon, the Mysterious Feathers™ begin to glow.

In the hours that follow after they sprawl out to sleep, those who had the good fortune (or at least the insatiable curiosity) to pick up one of those feathers earlier in the week will come to discover that something very strange is happening across the regions of Johto and Kanto. There's a saying about what happens when you let your mind wander; this time, though, it's a little more than just one's mind that's going wandering, as dream after dream stretches out before you like a horizon just begging to be chased.

Don't worry about getting lost, dreamers; as real and vivid as they may seem, your surroundings are really only visions and illusions, and in the end the failsafe way to escape from them is to simply wake up. If and when you do, you might feel perfectly well-rested or as on-edge as if you'd just jolted awake from a nightmare; like the dreams themselves, there's really no telling how the experience will play out for you, being different and unique to everyone.

But for now, you've got the whole night ahead of you, filled with places to go and people to see. Might as well make the most of it while it lasts...]

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Ringabel | Bravely Default

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Note: Contains Chapter 4 spoilers

[Ringabel's first dream brings him to a rather bright city, floating atop a lovely lake. Flowers blossom in the center of the square. Neon lights maintain a consistent glow under the late night sky. Assorted shops sell everything from potions, phoenix downs, and assorted medicinal items, to useful accessories like Star Charms and scrolls containing magic spells. There's also a wealth of shops selling the latest fashions, and the cuisine is simply to die for, with eel wafers among one of the many delicacies.

The more ambitious travelers may find themselves drifting toward the town's upper level, where they may find a brightly lit stage or a strangely empty house.

But one thing is clear: the town's crawling in women. Beautiful women with brightly dyed hair and elaborate hair pins resembling fairy wings. The sweet fragrance of perfume fills the air, and there's hardly a man in sight.

Well, save for Ringabel who, for some reason or another, is dressed rather strangely.

While Fiore DeRosa was a terrible lech, the red mage asterisk is a convenient one, and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't stylish.

Everything from the sights to the sounds is so delightfully nostalgic, and he can be found striding around with a bright smile, mingling with the ladies, who all swoon in his very presence. He's got his journal in hand and is seated at a table outside a nearby restaurant, jotting a little note while he converses.]

Ah, but that's not even the best part! You see, those beasts were fierce, all dragons are, but during repeated attempts at defeating them, I noticed a strange trend. Simply put, their attacks all dealt physical damage. Ergo, a few support skills coupled with the ninja asterisk allowed us to defeat those monsters completely unscathed!

[The surrounding girls giggle, gasp, and blush, and Ringabel waves his hand.]

Oh, it wasn't that grand of an ordeal. Now, awakening the crystals--

[The crystals... Suddenly, the warm, bright city becomes strangely cold, color fading while the landscape ripples. The women go silent. The lights begin to blink out.]

We did awaken the crystals, but...

[His eyes drift to his journal, and he reaches into the pocket, pulling out an identical one. Two books with similar writings, almost identical in places. Alternis Dim's face. It's too uncanny to be a coincidence.

The scenery briefly flickers to a large shipdeck on a ship the size of a town. The sky's clouded, almost pitch black, and a harsh wind blows.

The Eternian Forces seemed adamant that awakening the crystals was wrong. What did that mean? And why? Was it truly as simple as purging the darkness?

A splitting headache overtakes him, and for a moment, his appearance changes.

After that, Florem returns, and Ringabel's left staring wide-eyed at his visitor.]

I... when did you get here?

[ooc: This is a looping dream, toggling between Ringabel's desires for escapism and his uncertainties. If you do not want spoilers from the endgame, just let me know! It's possible certain late game elements may manifest as the dream repeats long enough.

Your character can show up at any time during this! I'm flexible. Depending on how soon they show up, the nightmare parts may not even trigger. I just wanted to give options.]

[bylight]

[ This dream she walks into has to be the most confusing yet. She was amazed at all of the different places everyone had for their dreams. Traveling like this was something she never thought possible. Just from the voice she immediately recognizes Ringabel. Patiently, she waits for him to tell the story.

The shift and change in scenery made her put her guard up, weapon in hand in case something tried to come after her. Her eyes briefly widened when she saw the ship, and she could swear that all of this storming and noise was real. These were not normal dreams. She does her best to keep her eyes on Ringabel. The armor suited him, but when it changed back to that friendly looking city, he was back to normal.

Sighing in annoyance, Lightning throws her head back and puts a hand on her hip. ] It's about time you noticed me.

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[...Ah.

Oddly, Ringabel perks up as soon as he spots her, forcing a smile, waving a hand, as if everything's well in the world.]

My apologies! I was simply surrounded by so many eager young ladies that I hadn't realized I had company.

[He chuckles.]

But, compared to them, you are a beautiful rose in full bloom!

[...Okay, that was cheesy, and his tone might seem off, but he's at least trying to keep a cheery demeanor.]

[bylight]

Cut the crap. I saw everything.

[Yes, she can ignore his flirting now without a thought.]

What the hell was with that boat? And you in that armor?

[Says the one with her armor granted to her by the goddess Etro.

Unlike with girls, Light will not hold back with a boy. She wants answers, and she will not pussyfoot around to get them.]

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[So she did...

He swivels sideways in his seat and looks the other way, idly flipping through his journal as a distraction.]

The boat is called Grandship-- an immense airship we acquired not too long ago. As for the armor...

[...]

That wasn't me you saw. It was... one of our adversaries.

[Who shares the same face and a remarkably similar journal. In all likelihood...

Ngh. But now's hardly the time to fret.]

[bylight]

[She still feels like he's holding back with her. Alas, she tries not to pry too much in the personal matters of others. That journal looked interesting, though...]

So this was- is your world? What's with this flowery city on the lake and those girls?

[Lightning was curious about all of this. Those wings in the girls hair looked they could have come from fairies. Are there fairies in this world? That'd be a sight.]

... and what's with the outfit?

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Well, Florem is notorious for its wealth of women. In fact, men are strictly forbidden from living here.

[And he was---

Gh. No. Not him. It was... Alternis Dim. He was a child abandoned in the slums, left to fend for himself.

Ringabel had never even seen Florem until he and his friends arrived... right?

Give him a moment, and he'll resume speaking as casually as ever.]

As for the outfit, they're one of the many perks of wielding the Red Mage asterisk.

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So you're here even though you're forbidden, in a suit that looks ridiculous? Somehow I'm not surprised when it comes to you.

[She barely knows you, Ringabel, but you're easy to read to her. Except that one armored guy part.]

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Ridiculous? I think it's rather charming.

[Romantic, even! What a shame that it had to originate from such a heinous man.]

And it's not forbidden to visit! Quite a few men travel here to admire the crowds of beautiful maidens here.

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[ When Naminé wandered into Ringabel's dream--not that she knew who it was, of course, before she got there--she wasn't sure what to expect. There's a lot to take in: the changing surroundings, the sheer amount of people, and so much to process. It's a bit overwhelming. But when the dream ends and Ringabel addresses her, she's a bit hesitant. This is the first time she's seen him in person, and she's not sure, exactly, what to say.

When she does decide, her voice is soft and quiet. So many bad dreams, it seems. ]

... Are you okay? [ It's the only thing she can think of. Her voice is tinted with concern, and she clasps her hands in front of her chest just so she has something to do with them. Of course he's not okay--it's obvious from the way he posed the question--but right now... she's worried about him. ]

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[Ah, it's Naminé. But why would she appear in such a twisted dreamscape, unless...

Hmm. Well, best not to worry her. Much like with Lightning, he smiles, shaking his head and placing his hand over his heart.]

It's quite all right, Naminé! Just seeing you here has lifted my spirits considerably.

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[ You'll have to try a little harder than that, Ringabel. Naminé can tell when someone's trying to cover themselves, and Ringabel is no exception. She's not the type to push the conversation, though, but she does step a little closer.

She almost feels like he's trying to make her feel better. Ignoring your own needs for the sake of others... Now, that doesn't sound familiar at all. ]

... Are you sure you're okay?

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Of course! Dreams are... unpredictable. If anything, it simply caught me off guard.

[He pauses.]

And this must be a dream, otherwise it wouldn't make sense.

[Florem wouldn't simply transform into Grandship, and he hadn't even triggered the Dark Knight asterisk.]

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Mm. This is definitely a dream.

[ And not the first one she's been to. His does concern her. Naminé takes a breath before looking up at him. ]

These are... things you've experienced, then?

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They're inspired by my experiences, at any rate. Take this city, for example; it's here that my friend Agnès attended the Sacred Flower Festival in hopes of reaching the vestal of water.

[She didn't win, and tragedy followed soon after, but it's certainly an important benchmark in their journey.]

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[ Naminé takes that opportunity to peer around. It is a rather lovely city, one in which she can see many festivals happening. After she's had a good look around, she shifts her attention back to Ringabel. ]

Was she able to do it?

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...Yes. She did, but--

[He trails off, shaking his head.]

Our circumstances have always been on the complicated side.

[He's not sure he wants to tell her of Olivia's tragic fate.]

[ladywithnovoice]

[Among the small throng Ringabel has surrounded himself with is a redhead he likely wouldn't recognize even outside of dreams. She seems just a bit out of place, whether it's because her dress of gold and feathers isn't quite the right style or the rough black coat hanging around her shoulders that doesn't seem to match it.]

[Either way, she seems to be smiling indulgently as he weaves his tale.]

Sounds like you're quite the tactician, then.

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[While he doesn't quite recognize her, he does stop for a moment to admire her appearance. Quite lovely, really, like a red rose in its prime.

He leans back in his chair, a loose smile lining his lips.]

Well, I do my best. After all, strategy is key when you're knee deep in monsters, mercenaries, and other assorted threats.

[Plus, there's Edea's temper to consider.]

[ladywithnovoice]

I can imagine.

[Somehow, she seems to manage to find a chair of her own, settling down with her hands folded carefully onto her lap.]

Sounds like your friends are lucky to have you around.

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Perhaps, though it took quite a while for them to warm up to me. Why, when I first met Agnès, she was determined to keep me out of their little entourage.

[Chuckling, he takes a glimpse at the sky.]

Fortunately for me, they required my skills as a pilot.

[ladywithnovoice]

Oh? A pilot for what, exactly?

You can't tease like that, you know.

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Why, an airship. And not only an airship, but a formidable vessel which we boldly stole from our enemies!

[He punctuates this with a sweeping gesture, bravado masking any lingering distress.]

[ladywithnovoice]

[Stole from his enemies, huh... She's reminded of something else, but doesn't let it show.]

Sounds like it was pretty dangerous.

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Perhaps, but I found it all rather thrilling! There we were, facing terrfying odds as we sought to purge our world of a great darkness. The wanted vestal of wind, Edea, a traitor to Eternia, Tiz, the sole survivor of Norende, and me, an amnesiac with a mysterious journal...

[Chuckling, he cracks a small, yet fond smile.]

We were quite the unusual group.