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 Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2024 5:04 pm
Plot: Menodora visits Anika's dreams and will soon regret it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2024 5:05 pm
ωith: No one︱ ωhere: Her Room︱ мood: Flooded︱ σutfit: ✖  "Talking" "Thoughts" Before coming to Utopia, Anika used to sleep so soundly, never haunted by the memories of her past. These past few weeks had left her with so many questions she could only manage a few hours each night. The nights when she dreamed were the worst, finding herself waking up in a nervous sweat. And she never sweat. Tonight’s adventures to dreamland were just another familiar reminder of what she was trying to forget. Finding herself back in her castle Musique, writing letters to her beloved. But this wasn’t right, she and Syena were no longer betrothed, were they? And why were her hands suddenly so small? Looking in the mirrors she noticed the rounder cheeks and short frame, she had been taken back to the past, a chance to rewrite history. My love,
It’s been many days since I have received your last letter. I am sure you are working hard to keep your kingdom afloat but I would love to hear from you soon. Things here are tense at best. My mother’s condition doesn’t seem to be getting any better and my father keeps talking about my future duties. Is there any way I could come visit? Even just for just a few days, I know our fathers wanted to have us wait until were older but I can’t stand it here anymore.
Please come save me-Looking over the letter Anika had written, she could feel her heart start to flutter. Butterflies? This couldn’t be good. Sealing the letter, she felt the letter seemingly fly away from her. "Did I never send you?" The thought crossed her mind before being distracted by a loud banging on the castle doors. Her heart started beating faster and faster as she raced for the doors. Swinging them open, she was surprised to see the face on the other side. His kind eyes and dark hair were unmistakable, it was Syena, he finally had come for her. Her arms flew around him as she jumped into his arms, "You’re here! You’re finally here!" The tears were starting to overflow, overcome with emotion as his arm wrapped around her. Feeling left without words she enjoyed the gentleness of his embrace as he carried her away from the castle. As they started walking, Anika noticed their surroundings were the familiar forests of Musique but instead the stone wall buildings of Utopia. How had they gotten here? She looked back up at her prince, he had changed. His face was cold, the kind eyes were gone and his hair matched his new personality. "... Syena?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2024 6:25 pm
   xxxxxxxxxxxℓєανє мє ιи тнє αfтєяgℓσωxxxxxxxxxxx→_тнє ∂єω σf ∂уιиg ѕтαяѕxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxαи∂ ι ωσυℓ∂ fαℓℓ fяσм уσυя ѕωєєт нєιgнт
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxтσ ρяσνє тнαт αℓℓ ι αм
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( 胸がはち切れそうで ) ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Menodora had found herself in another dreamscape. Against her better judgement this shard had been calling out to her. While she would much rather be one of her friends she was never one to turn a blind eye of those in need of aid. While she had never been to this country she recognized the scenery from oil paintings of Musique they had in the Luna Art Collection. The forest lush with greenery and the creator of the dreamscape now in plain view.
Her hooded cape drawn tight as she gathered flowers on the forest path where the raven haired girl and man stood. A wicker basket full of an array of foliage native to the Musique. She could not make out there words, but she realized something was wrong though. As quickly as they had entered the forest the girl, boy and Meno were thrown into their current school setting.
Menodora soon recognized the woman and man as her classmates. While their names were foreign to her, the princess knew that she had seen them around. While Menodora didn’t know what exactly was going on she knew that she should try to intervene. At least so if she came back she was not set in a tragic loop. The luna princess though had been changed into her current iteration.
She could possibly play dumb and just act like a figment of her dream. While that wasn’t the best approach, she definitely could use it to ease into figuring out what was happening to try and fix it. Meno turned from the window creating a stack of books in her arms. She stood there trying to balance it and began to walk. While it seemed as though she was making through just fine she decided to pivot and run into the tall silver haired man, the books scattering all over the place as she fell forward.
Meno looked up to the dark haired girl rubbing her knee as she feigned injury. “I’m so sorry about that!!!!!” She said aloud trying to gather the books, the silver man scowling and walking off from the scene. Her starlit eyes glancing up to her trying to see if she was looking her direction as she picked up all the mess she had made.
____out of concubines: ooc goes here. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ____ᴍᴇɴᴏᴅᴏʀᴀ sᴛᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ☁ ʟᴜɴᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss
‼ 〖 location: anika's dreamscape 〗 〖 company: anika〗 〖 outfit | hair 〗
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2024 1:50 pm
ωith: Doe-eyed Stranger︱ ωhere: Her Dreamscape︱ мood: Flooded︱ σutfit: ✖->✖ "Talking" "Thoughts" The prince said no words as his disgusted, angry stare was all she needed to know the love had faded away. To stick the nail further into her heart, he dropped her on the library floor. Before she could yelp, he was already running off. The pain felt too real. Despite landing on her butt, she felt pain throughout her whole body. Her heart was breaking all over again. " Syena. Wait we can talk about this!"Her pleas landed on deaf ears as he dashed away, leaving her to pick herself up. This part was all too familiar, her chasing after her prince charming only for him to not give her the time of day. That didn’t stop her legs from trailing after him, not caring to look for any other obstacles. She was so close, she just had to reach out and- CRASH! “I’m so sorry about that!!!!!”Anika looked down to see a white-haired stranger below. This was not how the dream went. What was she doing here? Noticing that Syena had fully run-off, her look turned sour. This was this b***h’s fault. Had she not distracted her Anika could have caught him. Instead, now she was left to play maid? Absolutely not. " You better be sorry." kicking one of the books across the library floor as she hissed at the girl. Bare feet were not the right choice for the move but she only winced slightly before delivering a glare at the interloper. Her face wasn't registering with the princess at all and now it was visiting her in her dreams? This action couldn't be forgiven. The witch needed to be put down. Anika was having a hard time keeping her thoughts straight. Was this a dream or was it reality? The pain felt so real but if that was the case then why did she feel so in control? She always said that the world should revolve around her but never actually thought it could. If that was the case then why wasn't her prince here with her? And why was she stuck with this whiny idiot? All the princess could see was red. There was no stopping her here. Syena was nowhere to be found and it was all this lollipop, bow-wearing doe-eyed girl’s fault. She could have caught him, this was her one chance, and this… butterfly-wearing klutz ruined it. "You did this, didn’t you witch." her eyes blazing with anger to mask her anxiety. Unsure what was happening to her body as she spoke. She was glowing. Suddenly her shorts had changed to a red velvet dress, she really was seeing all red. It felt like she was in full control of what she could do next. A twisted smile crossed her mind, if her prince was officially gone then someone had to pay the tax. This innocent-eyed beauty would do just fine. Her bare feet were now adorned with red stiletto heels, perfect for crushing any minion's hand. Noticing the girl still trying to pick up the books she stepped on her fingers hoping to crush them with her new shoes. Whatever twisted reality this was she wasn’t ready for it to be over and this girl was the key to it. " Don’t even think about running away witch," her smile was laced with venom as she spoke, "Party is just getting started and I don’t do well with trespassers." deepening her hold on her heel, hoping to make the stranger scream.
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2024 2:20 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxℓєανє мє ιи тнє αfтєяgℓσωxxxxxxxxxxx→_тнє ∂єω σf ∂уιиg ѕтαяѕxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxαи∂ ι ωσυℓ∂ fαℓℓ fяσм уσυя ѕωєєт нєιgнт
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxтσ ρяσνє тнαт αℓℓ ι αм
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxιѕ мєαит тσ вℓєє∂ αи∂ вℓσσмxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxι fєєℓ ιт ιи му ѕcαяѕ ☪
( 胸がはち切れそうで ) ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ The scene had moved quicker than she had expected, upon getting the attention of the girl her features went from woe to malice in almost not time flat. Her words laced with so much hate that heat seemed to radiate from the air around her. The dreamscape became increasingly tense and there was not a moment for the princess to guard herself from the attack that happened. Within moments the woman’s attire had changed. Red with rage.
The Red Queen stepped forward and pressed her heel into the palm of Menodora. The princess let out a welp as she listened to the woman speak. " Don’t even think about running away witch," the luna princess looked up with her starlit eyes as, tears began to well up in the corners from the pain "Party is just getting started and I don’t do well with trespassers."
The woman was correct, Meno did not belong here. But the dream had called out to her, this woman whatever she was going through was begging for help. The pain running through her hand though was almost too much bear. Flowers began to sprout up on the stone floor and walls around them, crystalline and sparkling with a iridescent glow. I was just trying to help you... The flowers behind the red woman burst into glitter and instantly changed into crystal chains that shot forward and wrapped around the red woman’s wrists.
Gears could be heard turning as the chains reeled back towards the wall pulling the girl to it roughly. Meno stood rubbing the red mark on her hand trying to get the pain to subside. “If you didn’t want people here you should have closed the door.” Her eyes narrowed as she tried to regain composure. “I am no witch. But your attitude seems to resemble one.”
The flowers around still sparkling as she raised her hand, using her thumbs and index fingers she created a frame. It was of the constrained woman, she pulled her hands towards her. The surrounding dreamscape was flung back to the Musique forest. The woman now chained to a tree and the flowers still surrounding them.
Meno snapped and the chains released as she stared down the girl. “If you want to blame someone blame yourself. I’m a guide created from your subconcious to make sure nothing goes awry in your dream.”
____out of concubines: ooc goes here. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ____ᴍᴇɴᴏᴅᴏʀᴀ sᴛᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ☁ ʟᴜɴᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss
‼ 〖 location: anika's dreamscape 〗 〖 company: anika〗 〖 outfit | hair 〗
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2024 7:45 pm
ωith: Doe-eyed Stranger︱ ωhere: Her Dreamscape︱ мood: Flooded︱ σutfit: ✖ "Talking" "Thoughts" It appeared Little Miss Insects for clothes had some bite after all. This just proved she didn’t belong. Anika didn’t know who this dream-walking stranger was, just that she needed to leave and never show her face again. Now in chains, the princess was more pissed off than ever. Handcuffs and chains were never something she would have dreamed of, unless she was the one using them. “I am no witch. But your attitude seems to resemble one.” " You beg my pardon?" she thought as the girl spoke. A guide coming to save her? She wasn’t in any danger. Not like this little glitter fairy was about to be once she got out of these cuffs. Growling in answer to the girl’s explanation noticing her rubbing her hand. Had she actually hurt her? But this was a dream, right? Why did she feel like she was in chains right now if it was a dream? What sort of powers were they? Anika could have sworn she had fallen asleep. Hadn’t she? If that was the case, it didn’t explain why everything after Syena didn’t seem like a dream anymore. More like a not-so-casual conversation between classmates. " Cut the crap witch and let me out of these things." Anika knew full well that insults were likely to get her nowhere but she couldn’t help it. Her nursemaids always said that “You catch more flies with honey.” nonsense but she didn’t want just any fly. She wanted a prince. Her prince. And her dreams were the only place that was possible after Syena kept brushing her off with his fiance and random accusations. The real world gave her a headache. As she thought about it the world started to change, still chained to the wall but this time surrounded by chorus singers in headphones. They look all too familiar. Anika knew this moment in history but how had she gotten here? This memory was locked up in a deep vault. She looked at the trespasser, had she done this? If she was trying to be helpful she was only helping dig her own grave, " Did you do this?" Scrambling to get out of her chains, she knew it was useless, all she could do was brace herself for the impact. Glaring at the sparkling moron once more, " Are you stupid? Cover your ears you dumb-" The rest of her sentence was drowned out by the sounds of screaming, painful screams. Anika’s eyes started watering from the pain as they all took turns screaming at her. She squirmed in an attempt to cover her ears, screaming for them to stop but they were silenced by the sound of the screams. OOC:
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2024 11:05 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxℓєανє мє ιи тнє αfтєяgℓσωxxxxxxxxxxx→_тнє ∂єω σf ∂уιиg ѕтαяѕxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxαи∂ ι ωσυℓ∂ fαℓℓ fяσм уσυя ѕωєєт нєιgнт
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxтσ ρяσνє тнαт αℓℓ ι αм
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxιѕ мєαит тσ вℓєє∂ αи∂ вℓσσмxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxι fєєℓ ιт ιи му ѕcαяѕ ☪
( 胸がはち切れそうで ) ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Menodora’s eyes widened as the girl began to wail in agony. Screaming for something to stop, but to the Luna princess she could not hear what ailed the red woman. There was a slight vibration humming in the background, but that was all that could be made out to Meno. Clearly, the memory was bringing her pain. The school was bringing her pain. Was there no place in this dreamscape that wouldn’t torment this woman? The princess sighed as a crystal thread shot across the ether in front of them. She held out her and hand a pair of iridescent scissors appeared. She cut the thread and all at once the scenery disappeared in an instance.
They stood in a endless white dreamscape. Absolutely nothing surroudning them as far as the eye could see. The other girl still wailing on the floor being tormented by whatever was haunting her. Meno released the scissors from her grasp and they burst into sparkles transforming into a phonograph. She knelt down to the ground and lifted the needle from record and the background noises stopped. There was just, silence. The Luna princess stood back to her feet as she stepped in front of the girl.
“I’d refrain from calling me names when you can’t even help yourself.” She was already growing tired of the classmate she had yet to formally meet. If this is how she acted beneath the veil, it wasn’t something that she was sure that she wanted to help. Meno shook her head, if she had the power then she should at least put it to good use and help those who needed it. Her eyes looked back at the red woman. And this one, clearly needed it. “I don’t know what ails you, like I said I’m only here to help. So instead of slinging venom maybe we can try to figure out why I’m being called here.”
Menodora crossed her arms as she tilted her head slightly. “Or will that be too difficult for you?” The princess tried to hold herself with a certain level of grace while in other’s dreams. Since she was the outsider usually. But with the red woman showing her true colors, the grace wasn’t something that she felt she could muster.
____out of concubines: ooc goes here. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ____ᴍᴇɴᴏᴅᴏʀᴀ sᴛᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ☁ ʟᴜɴᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss
‼ 〖 location: anika's dreamscape 〗 〖 company: anika〗 〖 outfit | hair 〗
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2024 7:49 pm
ωith: Doe-eyed Stranger︱ ωhere: Her Dreamscape︱ мood: Flooded︱ σutfit: ✖ "Talking" "Thoughts" The last thing she recalled was screaming and then just… white. And the blast brat that kept following her everywhere. What was she even doing here anything besides attempting to taunt her? Some guide she was just letting her relive all of the traumas in her life. It seemed like this wasn’t the girl’s first rodeo though based on her sparkle explosion. Clearly she had a better grasp on the situation than Anika, but there wasn’t anyway she would admit that to her. The noise finally was put to a stop, seeing the white-haired girl turning off a device in front of her. "When did that get there?" She wondered, looking around at the white space surrounding them, " How did I get here?" looking at her outfit, still decked in her ruby red ensemble. Surprised she could move her hands and legs now, she moved them around eagerly as she looked to the girl, curious what she had to say. Ouch. Clearly dream fairy was holding back earlier. Or was just extremely pissed off. Either way Anika appreicated this version much more than the one prior. As weird as it sounded, Anika appreciated that the woman wasn’t as frilly and uppity as she originally seemed. Unfortunately for the guide, spitting venom was like a first language for the princess. How else was she supposed to accomplish anything? Picking herself up, she looked down at the girl. Trying to figure out what games she was attempting to play by being here. Anika had a hard time believing she truly was just here to help. After all, the two have hardly ever spoken. If it wasn’t for the fact the woman was almost always doused in sparkles Anika would have figured her for a figment of her imagination. Which was still possible. That being said, it didn’t seem like she was going away anytime soon. " You were called here?" She asked, attempting to not intimidate her as she spoke but still commanding. Anika didn’t remember calling anyone to invade her dreams, those were the only thing she was allowed to keep private. Her father was the one that made sure of that. As she thought about him the dreamscape blurred slightly. That wasn’t good. The last thing she needed was some stranger knowing about her generational trauma. She needed to whoosh her out of here. And fast. " If I need help, I know better than to ask some stranger." She attempted to look for some door to have her exit but it was just white plains. Was it possible she could force herself awake if she thought hard enough? Closing her eyes for a split second, she considered it only to open her eyes and see the nosy girl, " Damnit. You’re not going away anytime soon, are you?" she said with a slight scowl. OOC:
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