[center][b]Yume[/b]
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Yume unleashed a self-satisfied smirk as the demon sizzled from her attack. The very fact that it survived was impressive, but the damage was obvious. At first, she thought it was done for. Then, with agonizing slowness, it began to move, her heart sinking with it as she gazed up at the horrific claw of death.

[b]"H-how did you…!?"[/b] Of course! It wasn’t real, she didn’t [i]really[/i] hit it with a giga-holybeam, this was a dream world, and this ghastly thing was making the rules. Maybe. Either that, or her staff needed some work. Work that, if the claw dropped, would never come to fruition.

Yume crouched down, ready to dash as fast as her legs could carry her, but before she could spring off, she was met not with a crushing demon claw, but something far more undoing. [b]"Get off! We’re…"[/b] she never finished the sentence, as the beast seemingly recoiled from nothing.

Then came those words. Yume didn’t know this person, but neither was she (entirely) stupid. She knew what a Mom looked like, what one [i]sounded[/i] like, what one [i]felt[/i] like. She’d had one once… long ago, in another world. In fact, the two sounded way more alike than felt natural.

A small part of her wanted to shove her away and start issuing grievances, but this mysterious woman practically radiated love that made it an impossible task. Was this it then? Another trick? The impossible test? Not a demon, but saying no to… [i]this?[/i] [b]"Who… why didn’t you… where…"[/b] Yume started half a dozen questions, half of which ended up half-articulated. Instead, the sassy, obnoxious girl simply melted, rubbing foreheads with the affectionate fae mom until… she was gone.

Slowly but surely, Yume came to her senses, as if finally stumbling out of a warm, secluded sauna. One-by-one, her companions were vanishing into mist, with no way to tell if it was erasure or escape. In the end, it was her and the confusing antler lady. Yume still understood maybe one word out of 3, but this time, it was enough. She shared a nod with her.

[b]"Nice work, tree-head! Let’s finish this!"[/b] she shouted, raising the staff and unleashing her signature move… [b]"Dinner time!"[/b]

[quote]Brain Drain | Grade B — (Trademark Spell, -1 cooldown)
Magic B, Telepathy B, Energized E, Homing E, Element [Psychic] F, Blight [Psychic] E, Range F, Targets F, Selective F, Enervation E, Non-lethal F
3 post cooldown
[i]Unleashes psychic tendrils, which repeatedly strike at the head, aiming to latch on to the minds of several targets. On contact, these consume memories, starting with one critical to functioning in combat, and moving on to core ones.[/i][/quote]