[centre][img]http://i.imgur.com/vbnnTUq.png[/img] [colour=ec008c][i]The Muse. Weaver of Dreams.[/i] Might: 11 Free Point: 1[/colour] [hider=Please buy the action figures!] -Ilunabar levels up. Level 5. -6 might. -Some training stuff with Makeda and Chroma happens. [/hider] [/centre] Iridia, if seen by a Galbarian or Achonian, would probably be the very definition of an outlandish place. Little towers of three or four layers were built by stacking homes together, the inhabitants had an uncanny control over natural forces and beasts, with huge hordes as numerous as Vestec's being fully under their control, further, the homes had little furry thralls that even the youngest kid knew how to control. Speaking of homes, they were full of odd mechanical boxes that performed a variety of functions, like creating ice, fire, and sound or transmuting bread into toast. Yet, for Chroma, this was her home, and in fact, should she go to the "reality" and find its many paradoxes, she would think that such world was the dream (or nightmare) one. Under Ilunabar's blanket of illusions, the world was fairly cozy, and everything was perfectly tailored and justified. In it, the little change eater could worry less about having to hunt to eat while avoiding the Heraktati and more about finding a shirt that goes well with the color of her goo-like body. Ilunabar was quite proud of her work here. Ever since she started to train her other heroine, Makeda, she started to get creative with world-building, creating realms of challenge where danger could be simulated without as much worry. But those lasted a week or two at most, Chroma's dream was constant, and it was quite a challenge to keep it, if the change eater started to ask certain questions and notice certain paradoxes the whole thing could collapse. In fact, it kinda happened once, but a sudden celebrity visit to the little town of Iridia was more than enough to take her attention away from the issue. [hr] In a moment of respite, Makeda remembered about her childhood days, when she, like most kids, thought that the world of dreams was a fun place. Turns out that after meeting the goddess of area herself, it lost its charm, especially when she spent most of her day training in this surreal world. Most of the training took place in the upper harmonics of Raka, Simulacrum, and Labyrinth. There, with Galbar-like psychs, it was easy to simulate real-life situations, which often meant defeating hordes of enemies or flying trough collapsing buildings. Sometimes, they would go down into Fantasy, to train abilities that Makeda still didn't have, or Mirage, to test her will and wit. Ilunabar also did a few secret tests with her on Solitude, to see how her personality reacted in different situations. When she was not training, the angel preferred to stay around the areas of collapsing logic of the Simulacrum and Labyrinth, [url=http://matze2001.deviantart.com/art/windows-and-lights-Mandelbulb3D-with-Parameter-599762440]where patterns would repeat themselves over and over[/url]. In all of Raka, it was one of the few places where one could close their eyes and not fear meeting a completely different world when they opened up. "I wonder how the battles are going." She whispered. Ilunabar had already made it clear she would never be ready in time to help in the battle, that she should focus on stopping future equivalents of the chaos hordes from acting instead of this one in particular. Even so, she couldn't help but wonder how things were evolving back on Galbar. She felt the faint smell of blood, and opened up her eyes to find the world around her slowly turning into a desertic landscape, and from its sands odd creatures emerged, they were similar to corrupted mortals but Ilunabar always made sure to leave a few mysterious changes just to puzzle the heroic angel. "I guess I called this one myself" sighed Makeda, realizing her respite was already over. [hr] "Of course, Branda Brave can beat Dreamsof, your little kiddy cartoon can't even punch." "But Princess Dreamsof can stop time, she has electric powers and she can drive a car." "Branda would just punch the car, and then she would summon a larger fist and punch the thunderstorm too" "What do you think Almond?" "I don't know these characters, maybe if you were talking about Yumeno Hime and Yuusha Buranda I would know what to say" Conversation went as usual for the trio of friends, Chroma, Almond, and Hazel. In the past things were a little bit more harmonious, but as they grew older, Hazel started to get into edgier action comics while Chroma became a bit of a traditionalist, holding the old values of justice close to her heart. "Anyway, Yumeno Wins, she is op, just look at chapter 127 where she temporalities borrows the goddess powers to unlost the lost continent of Pacifica." finished Almond "Fine! I will give you that one, but Professor Peculiarity beats Bald Eagle Sam." Hazel had yet to lose her will to fight. "No Way!" Chroma protested. The friend squabble between children would go on until the end of the recess. The next class was one of the few where the trio didn't stay together, which, for Chroma, meant unending boredom. She sauntered trough the hall, in no rush to meet her destined lectured, but alas, eventually she found herself face to face with the door. Since there was no way to avoid it, she took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked inside. Only then she looked around, and to her surprise, the whole room was empty. A bit shocked, she started to look around, perhaps believing this was some sort of prank, but soon she noticed that even the sky was odd, being tinted in a cyan-indigo color instead of the typical purple and orange. She took a step away from the window, trying to understand what was all this nonsense when she noticed a silhouette sneaking behind her. instinct kicked in and she slapped whatever was behind her, sending the shadowy creature flying across the room. There was no time to voice surprise, as the shadow being quickly recovered and grabbed up the teacher's desk. It threw the object in Chroma's direction in hopes of taking her attention away, but the girl effortlessly punched the desk into bits and quickly kicked the creature in whatever was its equivalent of a face. Finally, the enemy was down and the realization of what just happened clicked on Chromas mind. The sudden burst of strength, the oddity of the situation, the sky, all that could mean only one thing. "I'm a freaking hero" she whispered to herself in excitement.