Fantasy into the dreamworld ⋆ ˚｡⋆˚｡･:*:･ﾟ

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Spring in Wakubetsu had always been one of towering cherry blossoms, restless students ready to leave school, curious tourists prowling on the boardwalks to spy fishing boats, and seasonal shops opening for their primetime. In 2005, the image the city came to be known for was never clearer; the cusp of summer ever approaching as cicadas and afternoon naps moved in to consume its residents.

There was no greater day for the girls to meet. A Saturday before noon: enough time to have grabbed a coffee and sorted out an outfit, but leaving plenty to move on with afterward. Of course, it was pointless, they would not be moving on. Not every girl in the city was attending, many had filed out for universities or the call of the unknown that perhaps they were not even aware of what was happening to their former friends in the place their powers hailed from. But all that mattered is that there was enough.

It had been a month since the first death, which had been followed quickly by another: a girl named Aoi. She was as close to a household name in the dreamworld as one could get, bubbly and chased by pink streamers and admirers wherever she went. When they found her body, the beloved scepter she had flipped time again for her audience was found alongside her. She was minutes from her home. Girls became nervous, of course, and their paranoia was validated when the third girl was found like all the others. Long past friendships rekindled and those who had abandoned Wakubetsu for greater frontiers suddenly returned to their hometown. They knew something had to be done, their past escape sought them one by one.

The idea of a meeting floated around the girls briefly before one began to organize it: Ishii Riko. Time, date, and location passed through word of mouth and rudimentary social media contact; whoever they could get a hold of was extended an invite, and whoever they knew would receive one in return. Now Riko was waiting for the girls to arrive, not knowing how many would arrive nor if any would at all, but certainly knowing they all had one thing on their mind: it was now or never.

 

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It was a flurry of noises that awoke Riko. A pillow rested atop her head, shielding her eyes from the light that streamed through the blinds in her bedroom. The alarm clock kept squeaking, droning on and on into insanity. It appeared it had sent Chika on a similar spiral, as she was adding to the noise with her own banging.

"Shut up that stupid alarm!" she yelled through the door, which Riko always kept locked.

Snapping the button to off, she silenced the ringing. It also put a cease to the assault on her door. "Learn to wake up when the damn thing turns on," Chika told her firmly. "I'm tired of being your personal wake-up call."

"Sorry," Riko called back as she shuffled around for her pants. She tucked a few locks of her hair behind her ears, aware of the dwindling time before the other girls would arrive before she'd gotten there. "I didn't mean to sleep for so long."

"Yeah, yeah. Write me some new material."

"I'm rolling my eyes through the door." A smile came to Riko's lips, even as she struggled to find the binder where she wrote down the agenda for the meeting.

This time, Chika let slip a small chuckle. "Whatever, dick."

Riko gave a giggle back, right as her hand grasped around the heavily-stickered and Sharpie-scribbled binder."Same to you, bitch."

Ferociously tying her shoes onto her feet, she fixed another piece of hair before finally catching an eye on her backpack. She slipped the straps on as she twisted the lock on her door. Then, she began her run towards the park in Wakubetsu. Thankfully, the years of constantly running for the bus or train paid off, and Riko managed to make it to the greenery in just enough time.

Her body shifted into the dreamworld, and it felt like a deep sigh unnotched itself within her. She could breath out, and each return breath in was peppered with beauty and the smell of flowers. It was a world so perfect compared to the one she normally occupied that every second felt like being drenched in honey, a sensation so unfamiliar and dubiously good-feeling but magical all the same. Outside of the realm of realism, she often thought, though she tended to enjoy this notion rather than abhor it.

Sitting on a picnic table bench criss-cross apple-sauce, she took out a pen from her back pack and opened her binder to the page she last worked on. She had outlined the meeting, hoping to address all of what was pertinent. Most of all, she wanted to discuss the murders, in particular the victims. The girls who had passed weren't her best of friends, but they were once near that. They were the girls she fought next to in a world only they shared. It was losing a piece of herself, and she needed to save any one else from the same fate. With that thought, she moved the topic of protection higher up on the list of discussion points.

Sticking the yellow pencil behind her ear, she snapped the binder shut before pushing it off to the side. Looking at her plastic Batman watch, she studied the time. Zipping the backpack open, Riko pulled out Junko's favorite: lemon cookies. In addition, she lugged out a two liter of pop and a small stack of solo cups. Her eyes softened with the note of how sparse her snack spread was, but she refused to acknowledge said fact. Looking up and with a sigh, she awaited the arrival of her fellow friends and fighters.

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[opaline]

takahashi emiri

A groan escaped her lips as the sound of a second hand alarm clock burst through the room. Usually her circadian rhythm snapped her awake moments before her alarm, however the day wasn't destined to be regular in the slightest. Was her life, really, after the encounter with the illusion? Short-hand answer was no, long-hand answer perhaps a bit more complicated. No time to dwell on it, for... she had slept through her first alarm and was already behind on getting ready. Well, shit.

Luckily, outfit didn't matter much due to the meeting place, so Emiri dashed around her cramped home of which she had not finished unpacking (nor would she ever, most likely) with stacks of worn magazines and the daylight beams streaming through. With a last glance at a family photo she kept, she fumbled her keys to lock up and made her way to the meeting point. It was closer to her childhood home than where she'd hastily relocated to in a pinch when she felt there was nowhere else to turn. Emiri had enough savings to give some time over to the increasingly worrisome passing of magical girls, but truly she hoped there would be a simple explanation. Simplicity nor explanations were not the methods of the illusion. Neither was death within blurred lines of realms, she had once thought.

The park in sight, she drifted into the dreamworld; somehow crisper air enveloping her as the skies became a more perfect shade of blue and she donned her outfit of frills and oranges. In a warped sense, it felt comforting to return, but the reasons for said return corroded any warmth of nostalgia, left merely the bitter and nothing sweet. Emiri shook it off, pulling some positivity from below to greet everyone else. Oh, just Riko and her binder.

"Well I was certainly not aware this was intended to be a picnic, Riko!" she beamed, a small yet mischievous smile embracing her face. "Though I suppose it is a picnic table..." To be fair, she certainly didn't expect it to be a picnic and thus wasn't prepared as such- but that was besides the point for Emiri. She felt a tang of guilt for not providing something to share, to lighten the reality of their situation. Other girls had died. When the biggest issue they'd had in the past was a badly sprained ankle, maybe. The laughable threat and essentially play-fight that was a phantom felt chillingly real now. Although all that did was strengthen her resolve to hunt them, yet she would be lying if she didn't think her style as a magical girl might get her in more trouble than it would help anyone anyway.

She moved over and perched on the edge of the table and tapped the binder. "I appreciate the organisation," whilst seemingly sarcastic, Emiri knew someone like Riko could pick up on the hidden truths, particularly with her change in tone stating "I'm grateful someone was able to do something about the others." The unsaid: We better be able to do something.

 

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It was a habit Mizuki kept to rise early, and today was no different in that regard. To anyone else, it was a normal day like any other, but to Mizuki and the rest of the magical girls, it was critical. Ever since the dreamworld had virtually emptied she had been keeping tabs every so often, and to have to cross names off that list, to visit their graves once their memorials had concluded, was an indescribable sadness. What once was fond memories of the dreamworld and its events had turned to a dread, that whatever was coming after her former friends would be coming for Mizuki next. It could be, as no matter how she tried to identify a pattern, the only consistency was it happened without rhyme or reason.

She shuttered her office once she was ready and dressed, closed the ruby curtains to cast the interior in an eerie red glow. Whoever passed by might find its closure strange, but she had little else but a “personal matter to attend to” sign tacked on the front door. Even her mother wasn’t sure what this matter was, but she didn’t question it, only handing her a wrapped bagel with a smile and a kiss. It was stuffed into her bag alongside her flip phone. “Thanks maman, I’ll see you later.”

The park was just below the distance threshold that Mizuki considered walkable, through her own smaller neighbourhood into another. She remembered it from years ago, that girls loved to climb on top of the highest peak and show off their weapons to great fanfare. All of that was so long ago but felt like yesterday, like she had never truly left that life behind her, always lingering on the line between. Of course today she would be returning to a place she hadn’t been for years. Once she shifted into the dreamworld, like slipping beneath quiet water, the world grew still into its picture perfect colors. Here you could hear nothing but peace and the waves crashing against the shoreline, with no one but the magical girls and phantoms to break that silence.

Once the park came into view, the two girls sat atop a picnic table did as well. It took coming closer to realize she recognized them, and only when she was beside the picnic table did she speak with a smile. “It’s good to see you two again all in uniform. I wish it was under better circumstances, that is. And Riko, you’re missing pizza.”

mizuki.

 

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Miyazaki Honoka

Home -> Park (Dreamworld)

Mizuki, Riko, Emiri

Hopeful

Honoka stared at her ceiling, a crack in the plaster like a rift in the sky.

She had been in that position a while, lying on her bed, letting her thoughts wander. A month had passed so quickly, it felt like only yesterday when she found out the first of many magical girls had died. Aoi had been someone she looked up to greatly, and she had only recently passed her by at the station. Nothing seemed wrong. And the she died, like that. And then another, and another and another. And there was nothing she could do but watch. Or perhaps there was, maybe if she had been more observant in the dreamworld to notice the incoming danger, maybe if she had been there for her old friends. Perhaps she was simply too late.

That morning, like every other that morning, she woke up early to the sun dazzling through her window, piercing the shadows with spears of light. The birds sang their sonata, the warmth of day upon her skin like a hug. And she'd take a breath, let her surrounding settle in and stare at the ceiling. Every night, she wondered whether she might become the next victim to whatever was killing her old friends, the morning bringing relief that she was still alive. Even if it meant she had to carry the memory of the girls another day.

But unlike, every other morning, the meeting of the magical girls had arrived. Though she had still continued her dreamworld duties up until the first death, it had been a long time since she would be seeing another magical girl there.

After changing from her white and blue plaid pyjamas to a standard white dress, a blue ribbon tied into a bow around the collar, she did her bed and meticulously tidied her room, filling the time until the meeting with small distractions and fiddly tasks. To put it simply, she was extremely nervous about the whole situation. Thoughts wandered to and fro, until the time came. The house was empty as it usually was on a day like that day. Her father was away at sea once again, and her mother was on a business trip. Her siblings were at her grandparents house up north. Though she didn't mind the peaceful quiet, in times like these, she wished she had someone to hug. At least her mum and siblings would be home by tomorrow, she thought. Grabbing the neatly packed cupcakes she had baked and decorated with frosting of iridescent colours the night prior, she tightened the golden ribbon that held the bag together and left, slipping her shoes on.

She had a little ways to go, her house directly on the beachfront, on the opposite side of Wakubetsu. Stepping out the door, the briny sea air caressed her skin as the breeze softly danced by. A smell she'd always known. Walking urgently, her legs straightened as if she were in a march, she walked along the beachfront, the endless ocean beside her lapping against the mottled pebbles of the beach. It was a day like any other day for someone else perhaps, where the clouds dotted the sky like cotton freckles.

After what seemed like and endless walk, she made it to the park. She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. Though the invitation had been spread far and wide, she didn't know whether anyone would actually show up. Though, she hoped more than anyone would ever know that they would. They had to.

She entered the dreamworld, all the ruffles and ribbons on her magical girl outfit weightlessly wrapping around her, wafting as if they were the wind. Her outfit had always given her the strength to keep going, as if giving her power, energy and hope flowing through her. The air felt so much lighter in the dreamworld, a constant warm breeze intertwining with her hair. Cautiously, she opened her eyes, the relief lifted from her heart as she saw the girls, all gathered around the picnic table in the centre of the park, the dreamworld scenery of blooms of flowers and colours as beautiful as if it were painted just as it always was. Though she hadn't changed much appearance wise over the years, the other girls seemed to have grown far more than she anticipated. Even though she was relatively old for a magical girl, the girls gathered looked far taller and more mature than she. Especially Rika, who had always been tall, though she had a hard time matching the image of her from a while ago to the face she saw now. Honoka felt a little intimidated. It was as if they had all grown past her. She was a little jealous of how attractive they looked. But most of all she was glad they were still alive, and seemingly doing okay.

"Hello all!" Honoka said as she jogged towards the girls, blushing as they turned towards her. They were even prettier up close. She bowed politely, before continuing. "I hope we are all doing well in light of recent events... but, it sure is nice to all be together again!" She thrusted her bag of tightly packed cupcakes towards the girls, smiling innocently.
"I brought cupcakes!"

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Despite the circumstances of their meeting, she couldn't resist a smile at the sight of Emiri. "You know me, bitch. You're lucky I'm on time," she said back with a tenacity that indicated she was only joking but definitely serious, just a little. "I'm happy you're here," she added, nodding solemnly as the mutual understanding. They would do something, make their lives and deaths worth it.

Then, Mizuki caught her attention, and the laughing flavor to her voice returned. "I apologize, though if you know of a place that sells decent pizza at 10 a.m., let me know." She winked, though she pushed the plate of lemon cookies closer to where Mizuki stood.

Then, Honoka joined, and Riko found herself caught off-guard by the sight of the three together. She wouldn't say they were the bestest of friends to her, but it was like seeing your high school acquaintance at work: strange, yet exhilarating. Memories flashed behind her eyes, and the feeling of her sword in her hand appeared with a slight fluff of wind. In actuality, the sword sat at the head of the picnic table.

Would that aid her the same way the others were 'aided' by their weapons?

Selfishly, Riko thought of her own survival, whether or not she would fair any better if it had been her who was attacked. She used to be one of the best, arguably, but now, she was out of practice. Out of shape. Cowardice sunk into her bones.

Instead of wallowing, Honoka's cupcakes called to her, and she mumbled a vague 'tank-oo' as she scarfed one down. "Thanks for coming," she announced, fingering at the frosting decorating the corner of her lips.

"Like Mizuki said, I wish we could be here on better circumstances." She scratched at the back of her neck, briefly, before opening one of her soda bottles and pouring herself a glass. The binder sat angrily on the table, as though it knew she was stalling. It stared at her with hostility, and she took a sip in ignorance.

"I hope you're all well," she said as seriousness overtook her. "It's nice to be back," she referenced the spring air around her, the perpetual beauty. Silence enveloped the group, but it was peaceful as only it could be in the dreamworld.

Clearing her throat, she attempted to begin the meeting. "It might be best if we started with discussing the girls who..." she trailed off, surprised how quickly it caught her. Throat constricted, and she chocked on her soda. A coughing fit began, leaving an awkward pause. "Uhm, the girls. We should try to find what they have in common?"

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[kaninchen]

Honoka was certainly right about that: it was nice to be all together again. Though they had all gone their separate ways and forged their separate lives since their shared kismet, the longing for companionship was one that never went away no matter your age. Though it seemed bizarre to eat at a time like this, Mizuki happily accepted a lemon cookie and thoughtfully chewed at it, finding a spare seat on the picnic table to take up. She resisted the urge to pat Riko’s back as she coughed, cringing like the spirit of her mother had possessed her.

The similarities between the girls were few and rather elusive. Mizuki knew this full well because between sleepless hours of managing her business were sleepless hours pouring over newspaper clippings and neighborhood rumors. She took a break from eating to speak, quietly. “Well, ignoring the obvious; they hadn't been here in the dreamworld for a while. If anyone here has been, I'm sure you could vouch for it. And they were all alone at the time of their... incidents. Secluded areas, I guess.” The image of their dresses and frills covered in rubble and blood is one that haunts Mizuki, though mercifully it is merely her imagination to fill in the blanks. If she were to see them like that in reality, she would skip town. “But for reason… I’m not certain there is one personally. It could be any of us. I don’t mean to be morbid, but...”

Once she had finished off her cookie, she took a cupcake. She licked the frosting off firstly, silent. Mizuki mulled over the question. There was much more to put forth, more that she wasn’t privy to. Of course, she didn’t know much about all the girls she spent those years with. So many never even gave their real names let alone personal information. But unfortunately, this matter was life or death.

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The bright morning sunlight trickled through the gaps in the curtains, engulfing the bedroom in warmth like a tender embrace. Outside the window, the birds perched atop the branches chirped a melodious chorus, but not even that was sufficient to stir the sleeping Yuzuki Yuina. Nor was her first alarm, neither the tenth. It was far beyond the blaring of her twelfth and final alarm (she had geniously set them in five minute increments for the entire hour before her actual alarm) that Yuina’s eyelids shot open, and her back sprang from the comfortable mattress her fingers were digging beneath. Shit! Today was the meeting, wasn’t it? Her head tilted towards the clock. Ten minutes. She had ten minutes to get ready and arrive at the park before the meeting started.

Luckily for Yuina, there was no such thing as preparation for the Dreamworld, at least in the clothing department. An automatic outfit change? How convenient, especially for someone as incredibly late as her! So Yuina scooted herself closer to the edge of the bed and shut her dark eyes to think. Not about what she craved for breakfast or that show she was dying to catch up on, but the cool breeze of spring, the vibrant hues of delicate petals, the overwhelming floral smell that accompanied them… So close she was to sinking herself into the alternate world before Yuina pried her eyes open for a second instance that morning. Wait.

It was already terrible for her to show up late. But late and empty-handed? Yuina brought herself to her feet, raising a slender finger up to her chin to gently tap against it while she scanned her room for an adequate offering. Eventually, her gaze stopped at the box of expensive chocolates sitting on her desk, already half empty from a bad (but very tasty) decision from the previous night. Would it seem suspicious to present the half eaten sweets to the other girls? Probably! But sharing was caring or whatever. Surely the gesture was heartwarming enough?

Now with the chocolate in her grasp, Yuina closed her eyes, and this time when she reopened them, she was not met with the familiar environment of her own bedroom. Not completely, at least, with the aged cracks in the walls or the emerald threads of ivy overtaking her furniture and the ceiling — all of which were admittedly picturesque underneath the orange glow of sunlight... but now was not the time to admire. With the shake of her head, Yuina approached her window and forced it open with a palm of her hand, the other grasping the sweets. It took a minute to fumble through the makeshift exit with her beloved guitar, doubling as both a typical instrument and her Dreamworld weapon, but she soon managed to get herself onto the streets. Perfect! Now to find a way to sprint to the park in these platforms without breaking an ankle...

By the time Yuina arrived, thankfully without fracturing any bone or sustaining a single injury, she noticed a collection of girls huddled around a picnic table. With a broad smile, she approached the group and shamelessly made her presence very clear.

"Heyyyy everyone!"

Yuina's boisterous, though chipper voice rang out in a sing-song tune.

"Sorry for being so late! I brought some chocolate."

Emphasis on some.

"Not sure what happened to the other half."

She was what happened to the other half. The box of various rich flavours of chocolate was held out excitedly, but ever so slowly, the corners of Yuina's upturned lips dropped.

"... Now is not the right time, is it?... My bad. What exactly are we talking about?"

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