[center][b]Yume[/b]
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Yume returned a look at the kitsune by her side... the [i]real[/i] one, supposedly. Her eyes narrowed, pouting slightly. [b]"You have no idea, Fluffytails,"[/b] she answered, bouncing a few of her curls with the free hand not clutching her staff. She closed her eyes as she began to concentrate. What flooded her mind began to make her head dizzy.

Voices. Endless voices, jumbled thoughts, seemingly meaningless jargon, or perhaps overlapping. It was absolutely sickening. At once, her magic snapped back, retreating from the cacophony like a burned finger. Her own voice (sorta) brought her back, continuing to taunt Kota with something strangely personal.

Then came the faces. Eris... Aedri... [i]Martin.[/i] [b]"That's..."[/b] she didn't have time to finish as Lenara shattered the ground (if it could even be called that) beneath her feet. More irksome reminders of who she was, mixed with a tone that had her eye twitching. She leapt back just in time to avoid having a crystal shard rip through her leg, gritting her teeth as the finally broke.

[b]"Shut up, you freaky skyeballs!"[/b] Yume shouted, waving her staff menacingly in the air at the looming gaze above. Rushing forward, she opened her arm and wrapped it around Doppelyume's shoulders possessively. A bit [i]too[/i] possessively, perhaps. Like a child clinging to a comfort blanket. [b]"Like I'll listen to [i]you.[/i] I'll bet you [i]want[/i] me to shatter the mirror! Puppeteering my copy and putting stupid words in her mouth. You're [i]hoping[/i] I'll destroy her!"[/b]

Yume had absolutely no evidence of any of this. The simple truth was... a living, breathing reflection just sounded like a dream come true. Memories began to surface: staring into the still bathwater, whispering at the curly haired girl staring back and pretending she was a friend who really [i]knew her.[/i] It wasn't the first substitute for a lasting friend she'd had, and certainly hadn't been the last. But maybe this one [i]could be.[/i] They could make their own movie theater, and eat popcorn, and laugh at the people they hypnotized into acting like chickens. She wanted that. [i]Needed[/i] it.

[b]"I won't! Because... [i]my[/i] reflection is something I [i]cherish![/i]"[/b] she declared, her telepathy turning away from the dream itself, and narrowing in on just Doppelyume. One voice in the mess, finding the strings, cutting them. Or, perhaps they were all in her head, and what she was truly doing was drawing over a living doodle of the mind. Either way, she poured all her focus on wresting her reflection back from the influence of whatever nightmare Skyeballs was inflicting on them.