Posts by Jester?

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Baron ✧ Untrained Powers ✧ ToMS [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Ah... Jester can't be in here now :( Am I still allowed to vote though?

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Baron ✧ Untrained Powers ✧ ToMS [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Heyyyyy Space I gots a question for ya.

What would you say to Jester coming back? It wouldn't be long term, not even close, but he would go to the old territory in search of another way to torment Cita, discovers the tribe moved, will either follow the scent or someone will guide him there, and then once he gets there he doesn't exactly know what to do because Cita's dead. Then I'll work a plot out from there.

He might start an elite organization that works to take down flabby anti-clans or something.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Baron ✧ Untrained Powers ✧ ToMS [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]WAIT WAIT BACK UP, when is Nefa back!?

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Baron ✧ Untrained Powers ✧ ToMS [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]He's jester's son... he was possessed by a greek god... and now he has no recollection of anything... and when I read, It just feels like he's different.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Baron ✧ Untrained Powers ✧ ToMS [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Any ideas what kind of character I should make for the Jenix cub?

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Baron ✧ Untrained Powers ✧ ToMS [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Arrogant sounds cool... Might make him a little like Jesta before the fighting, but instead of him being clueless about being likable he'll know and be a little arrogant about it.

Anyways ranks... ranks.... hmm Field medic would be cool especially if you are planning on a lot of raids. Possibly a Diplomatic HP? Or not because it is Anti-Clan... I don't know.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Baron ✧ Untrained Powers ✧ ToMS [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Temper should I go dark colors for the new jenix following Jester or should I go lighter following Liszt or Phoenix?

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Soulless ✧ Trained Powers ✧ Loner [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]ooc: This takes place in the old territory.
[hr]
He had left in quite a rush. A flurry of darker fur and frozen footsteps. There was no good-byes, just a threat to end the life of the one he hated most. Now, with a sinister plot in mind, the soulless tiger was back, his dark, slate colored eyes exploring the surrounding mountainside.

"I'm back." he grunted. The tiger's fur was more saturated than it had been when he had left. His orange back, flank and tinged underbelly were the color of a dark, almost copper orange. His shoulders and back legs were void of almost all color, his stripes vanishing into the dark patches. The saturated orange had spread down his tail, the incredibly dark black stripes spinning around it, but the dark patch around his shoulders had spread around his neck in a tiny tendrils, the small colors seeming to pull themselves up and around to the back of his head.

The mountain felt... different. The air was still cold, the pine needles rattling with each new gust, but something was most certainly off.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Soulless ✧ Trained Powers ✧ Loner [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]True, I should do a combination of for the colorings, but he could technically have anything as Jester has change pelt and eye coloring soooooo I don't know.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Soulless ✧ Trained Powers ✧ Loner [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]ugh I hate making babies though because you have no idea what they will actually be until you start RPing them which really frustrates me when it comes to working out personalities, and plus I don't want to wait forever to RP him normally. So I may or may not just pull in an old character.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Soulless ✧ Trained Powers ✧ Loner [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]HEY IMPY Can we double time the cubs until they're like eight moons or so?

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Soulless ✧ Trained Powers ✧ Loner [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester didn't even flinch when both Phoenix and his son stepped out of the underbrush. Of course, he had caught the scent of both of them awhile back, but now, up close, something about the scent was off. More earthy, less sap like.

"...Yes, idiot." Jester said to Pho before eyeing his son with a blank expression. "What do you think, Trojo? God damnit son ever since that breeze fucker of a god possessed you, you've been acting like weird... weird than me."

His moon of time away from the tribe had left him incredibly muscular, more so than he had been when he left. His powers were trained and mastered. He could turn his colors on a dime, walk hi way across a lake, even freeze it over completely if he concentrated enough. However, his force field training was done, as the last time had left his body incredibly fragile. He was certain, if he used it again, his husk of a tiger body would crumble to ashes.

Jester pushed his way past the tiger's. The tribe was still his home one way or the other. He wasn't going to let anyone tell him he wasn't allowed back. "Now I need a nice meal, a good relaxing evening and then I'm off." By off he meant to kill.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Soulless ✧ Trained Powers ✧ Loner [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;][ The more the merrier :) Bal and Jester will need a thread if he ever chose to stay in the Empire. ]

A tiny look of confusion passed over Jester's face in the form of a deeper frown and a twitching corner of an eye. He understood why Pho would be angry, but Trojan would be beyond him. In his soulless form, Trojo had been the only one he was decent to. Minus when Boreas was inside him, because that ended with a little yelling match and a good fight.

"Well 'scuse me." Jester said with a chuckle, rustling of underbrush and the soft paw-steps drawing his attention.

"Hm? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you guys let rats into the tribe now." He said, tilting his head to the side and offering a small, cold smile that never reached his eyes. "But if you must know, Trojo is my son, Pho is... well that's complicated and I'm sure you've heard of me. Or you possibly not, I might have been a name you were forbidden to speak... knowing Cita."

At the thought of the leader, Jester's fur started to rise on his back. "I'm Jester. Who the fucking hell are you? You seem confident, a little overly so. I'm assuming you have a power? One you think you've "mastered", or you possibly had an easy life and you think nothing can take you down."

A low and deep burst of laughter escaped the melanistic tiger's maw. His slate eyes squinted as he threw his head back. The laughter ended with a slight grunt and the roll of the shoulders. "I can tell you right now you have no idea how weak you actually are. There's creatures out in the world that could rip you to shreds and by pass your power as easy as swatting away a fly. "

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Soulless ✧ Trained Powers ✧ Loner [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester's eyes narrowed at his almost purely white son. "You are one weird kid." he said. There was clearly something wrong. The way he clutched his head, as if he was fighting his own thoughts. "You hit your head didn't you? Go ask Mary for some poppy seeds or something."

"'Soulless'" Jester grunted, turning to the other tom before pushing his way past both of them and up the slope. The feeling of pine needles on his pelt sent small shivers of nostalgia through his body. In his current state, the thought of having a happy thought was slightly disturbing, but apparently certain things were ground into your bones and not just your soul. "Is such a harsh word. I prefer the word... empowered"

Arguing with such a lowly new tribe member was below him. He had not spent any time with him, but Jester was already certain he would grow to hate him like he did Cusun.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Soulless ✧ Trained Powers ✧ Loner [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Trojan's body blocked Jester and he was tempted to give him a good swipe of a claw to get him out of the way. He was his son, which left a tiny worm of doubt in his mind, but before he could act another voice, one that sickened him, appeared out of the underbrush.

So many new members... Jester thought as he narrowed his eyes at the new arrival.

Another familiar scent hit Jester's nose. He turned his head in time to see the she-cat pull her way out of the underbrush. How lovely. Now she was mad too. "Come now, Mary, there's no need to be mad. You were the one that attacked me and left me in a bloody heap." The dark tiger said with a slightly crooked smile. "I'm here for a nice meal and a nap, if you really must know. And when did you get all talkative?"

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Soulless ✧ Trained Powers ✧ Loner [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]"Naw, I know it wasn't you, but you didn't fight back very hard when it was occuring." The tiger said, flicking his tail in agitation. A rabbit and a nap would suffice perfectly right about now. Then he would be after Cita. Why wasn't anyone letting it happen? "You know why I'm here, Mary, I'm sure you do."

Jester side-stepped the she-cat and continued his journey back up the mountainside to his old cabin. "Now I'll just be off to my old cabin."

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Soulless ✧ Trained Powers ✧ Loner [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester's paw-steps never faulted, even as his ears pricked at the small comment from the Doctor. "I'm sorry I didn't realize that his soul had merged with mine. I'll make sure to leave the god who want's to destroy the tribe though destroying my body the next time he's with me."

The trees thinned and the his cabin came in sight. There wasn't a strong scent anywhere, just those of Marry and Phoniex, everything else was in the forest. Interesting... Jester would have thought, with all these new members, all of the cabins would have started to fill up. "Kay... Did you pull everyone back to the castle? Were you raided or something?"

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Soulless ✧ Trained Powers ✧ Loner [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;][ The relationships of the Empire are so confusing sometimes xD ]

Jester blinked at the cabins as he passed them. Each one was empty, the doors part way open and the scents faint. "Well you obviously pulled people out of the cabin's." he grunted as he stopped in front of his cabin. He put a paw on the front step before Phoenix's words halted his progress.

"Hm." Odd turn of events. Cita was a weakling, so the thought of him bleeding out wasn't all that hard to imagine. At least to Jester, it wasn't. "Jester's gone, yet, here I am." He replied without turning around, his body already pushing it's way up into the Cabin. "Well if I'm not supposed to be here then leave. You obviously don't live here anymore, which is why you didn't fight me back over the border."

The tiger had been contemplating why things felt different, and he had figured out just as he pulled up to the cabins. There was nothing, no sign of life. Everything was gone, every creature "worthy" enough to be in Citadark's tribe. The scents were faint, the only recent ones coming from the creature's already around him. He could tell they lead back up into the mountains. They must have traveled to the other side. "Lemme guess." Jester's voice was muffled through the wooden logs of the cabin. "Cita made Mary leader? Not surprised, she would be much better, even as a Doctor. I'm sure her possessor taught her a few tricks."

He reappeared a few seconds later, a blue scarf around his neck and a small plastic bucket between his jaws. He dropped it onto the step with a clatter and tipped it over. Clothes and bits of shiny material spilled out over the steps. "If I'm gone you might as well take it all back." He said plucking a green scarf out and chucking it at Phoenix.

Dark brown eyes locked on the Jaguar, a creature he had never seen before. Judging by the way he held himself (indicating either a high position or being around people of power), the slightly slumping motion of the shoulders and the blank eyes... "Heyyy, Scythe my man! You haven't seen my new look, haven't ya?"

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Soulless ✧ Trained Powers ✧ Loner [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester's pelt was burning. It had been for moons now. After his fur had darkened, after his body had hardened, his claws sharpening and elongating, after he swore his vengeance on the tribe... that's when it started. His body was itching for a fight. Every time he killed, every time he sliced his claw through a warm piece of flesh and felt the spray of blood against his pelt, the burning lessened.

That was why the tiger had been through the mountains. He had spread his ideas, his motivation, to the groups that were scattered around. They knew of him and most of them worshiped him. But they weren't fighters. He needed a fighter. He needed a trained and strategic orientated creature that knew how to conquer. The answer was so simple.

The stone under his paws vanished and soon the small flickerings of blue and red light exploded around him. Trees rose from around him, the sun vanished from the sky, the world dropped into darkness. There was only one place to find the evil he wanted. The Dark Forest.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:0px; font:50px new times roman; font-size: 65px; color:#2ee668; margin-bottom:-20px;text-align:center;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Jester[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; font-size:18px; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-10px; color:white;text-shadow: 3px 2px 3px black;]Soulless ✧ Trained Powers ✧ Loner [/fancypost]
[hr]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px;text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; size: 7pt; color: #2ee668;]Jester had set up a small camp for himself a few clicks north of the ThunderCastle. He had been watching the progress of the tribe closely. Their transition from Tribe to Empire (although the family name of Sartaq would have to change sooner or later), their migration back to the homeland, and then once again back to the ThunderCastle. He watched his son, Trojan, move his way up to Emperor, which was great, minus the fact that Trojan had a serious grudge against him.

"No matter." Jester said, his train of thought dipping off into oblivion as he realized he was not, in fact, alone on the mountain top.

The feline was stationed on a ledge not far from the ThunderCastle. He could see it's towering spires vanishing into the clouds from this vantage point. To him, this was too close. He would rather be up in his camp given the hatred his son held for him. A simple whiff of his scent would mean death. However, he was fairly sure Roman had ruined his cover. He would have hoped the Tribe had thought of him dead.

Now, if his new found power of Sight had been trained, and if it didn't leave him feeling like a piece of shit after use, he would be back up in his camp. But no, here he was, his pelt color changed to a dull orange and a deep black, his eyes a flashing blue. He would have to give it a go from here. Hopefully he wouldn't end up in Trojan's head by accident.

Jester closed his eyes.

There was an immediate tug at his center. It started gentle, as if someone had gently pushed him forward and his chest was leaning into the wind. Then it grew harder, as if someone had their claws stuck in his chest and were pulling something free. Then the pain vanished and his body collapsed into a heap on the forest floor.

The first time he had tried this, it had been on accident. He had been setting up his camp, and he had strained his ears to see if perhaps he could catch the faint calls from the Thundercastle way down below. He had found himself awake in the thundercastle halls but it only lasted a quick second, a brief glimpse. Jester thought he had passed out, and dreamed of such an event.

Today was not that day, and he had narrowed his mind to imagine just one single place in the thundercastle. His eyes opened and he felt as if he were being flung away from his body. The world blurred and he zoomed towards the thundercastle. He flashed through the outer wall and into the Spire he had called home.

He was in the corner of the upper ring of the spire. He leaned forward and he shot straight down and out into the adjoining room. "Where is she?" No one would be able to see him. Even if he wanted to, they wouldn't be able too. This new power was incredibly rocky. Even as he shot through the halls of the castle, he could still catch glimpses of the scenery around where his body was.

He closed in on Tsubomi, his old trainee. He was above her, the room seeming to shrink and flicker. He hadn't much time. "Here we go... trial one." Jester took a deep breath, the room sharpened, and he shot straight down into Tsubomi.

It was as if he had landed in ice water. The world flickered, and it took every once of his souless strength to keep his mind latched onto Tsu's. Dreams were powerful, they were guarded, but she had gone to bed happy, giving him easy access to her dream.

The floor solidified, the temperature rose and then dropped to a normal degree. Then the world came into focus: Tsubomi's dream world. It had worked!