❖~Come, Little Children~☾

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Laurence was feeling quite naughty today so he asked for a deviled egg and soon enough he got what he wished for and happily began to eat it. It was so nice to eat along with his brothers, sisters and precious goddess. His goddess was so bashful and modest and it was sooooooooooo cute in Laurence's eyes. How could such a radiant woman not be a goddess?! It was just too hard not to believe and Laurence chose not to believe she was just some made up dream.

Everybody was getting along so well and there was no discord or fighting because of his actions. The true peacefulness he so desired was finally being shown and the promised moment he would have where they would all skip down a field of flowers was coming at a far faster pace than he had originally thought it would be. He finished his breakfast and let out a content smile.

It was great, but something occurred that changed all that. There was discord in their group and a one sided conflict occurred that made Laurence's eyes widen at the sight of blood. Sister Kyla had been stabbed and was bleeding! Laurence immediately rose to his feet, about to rush to help her, but the mere moment he got up he froze, he just stood there paralyzed and suddenly held his head and cringe in intense pain. The always loud and eccentric Laurence just closed his eyes calmly, lowered his hands from his head and took a seat once more without a word.

 

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The Voice was a phantasmal lullaby that suddenly crashed upon Kyla’s ears before she even heard someone come into the room.

"Oh dear, we can't please everyone, can we?"

Her words as well as recent occurrences muted any response from Kyla, which left her only to look blankly at the Dream Maker. Kyla drew her hands close to her heart; she felt guilty about using one of the host’s napkins without thinking they belonged to someone.

"Quite a beautiful thing, music is."

“Yes… yes it is…” Beautiful was an understatement. Music was Kyla’s existence; the only tether to reality she had. The sudden arrival had made her forget the overbearing numbness, but it crashed back upon her in one painful moment that caused her to bow her head once more, and she sobbed uncontrollably. She tried to bite it back, but there was no pain like that which she felt then. Her rope had been severely frayed.

"May I see?

All at once, Kyla’s head bobbed back up with a suddenness that reflected her curiosity at the statement. “How-?” She started to say, but was silenced when the older woman took her hand and… feeling returned to her hand in an instant of pure awe. Sensation had returned to her left digits once more, and she didn’t quite know why; only that the woman before her likely as the catalyst. She stared at the odd beauty blankly for a moment before either of them spoke.

"There, much better, hm?" Kyla merely nodded in her state. Kyla was about to try the piano again, when she spotted glowing cello. "Could you play me a lovely melody dear?" She gasped at the sight, not because it was odd, but because it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen in her life. She did not want to tell its bringer that she had not a clue how to play that particular instrument, so she walked, head high, over to sit by the oversized Violin. Kyla closed her eyes.


With long, sorrowful sweeps, she started to play “Requiem for a Dream”. Meanwhile, the cello seemed to almost play itself as her hands glided effortlessly to its use. When she had finished, she bowed her head. She saw black. Her plain pajamas had been replaced with a beautiful, tailored black dress and her hair had been done up neatly in a fashion like the Dream Makers. She touched the back of her own head whilst wondering if she was hallucinating. What was real? Who cared? It was all so beautiful, that it even made Kyla smile as she bowed courteously to the Goddess.

 

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MEANWHILE IN THE MUSIC ROOM WHERE ELTON IS A CELLO APPEARED IN A GLOWING LIGHT, PROPPED UP AGAINST THE WALL. BUT ONE CAN APPEAR IN THE PIANO ROOM I GUESS. SORRY FOR THE MISUNDERSTANDING, MAKA WILL TRY TO DO BETTER TO MAKE THINGS CLEARER IN THE FUTURE. GOMEN...​

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The usually shy girl looked up when Laurence made a move to stand up and follow, only to seem frozen and sit back down as if he was in some kind of pain. Instantly worried about the funny but strange man, Ainsley got up from her place at the breakfast table and came around to Laurence's side. "Are you okay, Laurence?" Ainsley asked in a quiet voice, her big eyes looking up at him. His choice of hat wear was really odd...​

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The Dream Maker watched as Kyla chose to play the cello instead of the piano, which was an interesting surprise to her. Soon, the deep hum of the cello vibrated off the walls of the room, surrounding the Dream Maker in glorious music. The nightwear had indeed vanished and Kyla was dressed in concert style clothing. After the performance was over, she stood to her feet, clapping. "Bravo, bravo... That was absolutely marvelous." The Dream Maker stopped and nodded to Kyla with a smile on her lips. "Are you feeling better, Kyla.?"​

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Jonquil hummed as he walked around the foyer of the mansion, taking out the somewhat wilted, dying flowers of their vases and handed them to his little assistant. "Tip toe, through the tulips, hm, hm, hmm, hmmm." He loved his job as a gardener; always tending to the flowers and plants around the mansion soothed his mind and nerves as well. Dream Maker loved the plants as well and was the one to ask for a fresh vase of flowers all around the mansion each day. He sighed out in content when the foyer of the mansion was complete. "It looks wonderful... Alright, let's head to the Music Room next," he said to the small boy and went to the door. But as he tried to open it, he found that it was locked. "Oh, how strange... Basil, did you do this?"​

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Basil, the silent boy, shook his head furiously. He watched as Jonquil tried the door once more and then hummed in somewhat frustration. "Oh dear. Hello?" Jonquil rapped his knuckles on the Music Room door. "Is anyone there?" Basil shifted his eyes and looked down to the basket of wilted, dying flowers. It was sad to see such things happen. Basil wished that the flowers could live forever, but Dream Maker wanted things to be as natural as possible around here. ​

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"Mraow"​

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Basil stiffened when the noise came from the chest of his kimono, his eyes wide. "Basil, how many times have I told you to keep that cat outside?" Jonquil scolded him. "You know Chef Tamsey doesn't like him around." The boy shrugged his shoulders, giving Jonquil a sheepish look, who just sighed and shook his head. Jonquil rapped his knuckles on the door once more, still attempting to get in. He didn't know there was a boy who wanted to be left alone in there​

 

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Xyloh was eating happily, even when Kyla was stabbed in the hand with the fork. It wasn't because she hated anyone there, she wished no harm to them, she was just too focused on the food to bother with it. When she finally looked up from her plate of food, and Rose had already left, she realized how quiet it was.​

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Xyloh turned her attention over towards Laurence, who was one of the people she expected to be the loudest here. It was the first time she felt like she was ever able to look at him for more than five seconds without needing to look away. Her eyes kept focusing on the panties on his head, it was really irritating to her, but she preferred it over some of this man's idiosyncrasies.​

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Finally Xyloh spoke up because the silence was bothering her, "Why aren't you yelling like you usually do? Is something the matter?"​

 

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A voice spoke to him, one that was familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time. Something was quite different about this voice, was it the tone? yes...Laurence realized that the tone of voice speaking to him was different that it usually was. The once scared and shivering voice remained calm and it was far too different from what Laurence was used to from the girl that would always run away in fear of him.

Laurence never did really pondered upon why the girl would run away in fear, he would always think something was upsetting her or that she was just so happy like he was. He never realized that it was him that brought her dismay, it was him that embodied her fears. His attempts to help in the end actually turned out to be nothing but quite the opposite really.

His eyes closed as he placed his hand on his chin and cupped it with a small grin upon his face. "Oh? Your finally talking to me? Your voice is quite pleasant...it does sound much better than that fearful scream of yours" Laurence said calmly. His once loud and high pitched screeching voice had been replaced by a calm and soothing one. The sunglasses on his face were removed and Laurence rested his hand on his knuckle as he opened his eyes and stared up at Xyloh and then at Ainsley. It was funny how when he didn't act like a crazed maniac everybody began to worry for him. "Nothing to be worried about my dears" Laurence said.

 

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Things definitely took an interesting turn while Leon was eating. First someone had gotten stabbed in the hand with a fork, something he wasn't expecting. It was a good thing he kept his distance from some of the others, kept him away from situations like that.​

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Next was how the man wearing panties on his head was acting. He defiantly wasn't acting like his usual self. Still before he could say anything, someone else beat him to the punch. Seeing as how he said that he was fine and since Leon wasn't the kind of man to pry, he simply got up from the table and left. Maybe he could start exploring this place while he had the time.​

 

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There was something she found terrifying about how calm he was. Even though he said there was nothing she should be worrying about, she didn't think she had ever heard Laurence speak... normally. It was odd, and it made her more uncomfortable than if he hadn't spoken or replied at all. But Xyloh was only mentally freaking out, by all appearances, she seemed rather calm, she still felt relatively calm.​

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After a few more moments, she responded, "Gee.. thanks... because I could definitely control the screaming..." Xyloh looked around at everyone else before she looked back over at him and spoke, "Are you sure you are alright? You seem in a rather..." She tried to search for the word and found herself lost in thought for a bit before she found the word, "...bizarre mood."​

 

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It seemed that Xyloh had confirmed his little theory that they were unnerved by his sudden change. It was quite humorous to him and Laurence could only close his eyes and let out a cheerful laughter as he leaned back against the chair he sat upon. "Oh? does it really bother you that much? I appreciate the concern, but no need for it, everything will turn to normal soon enough..." Laurence said.

Even he himself did not know why the sudden change had occurred and stayed even longer than he had expected. Was it the sight of blood that allowed this to happen? that was a good possibility, but if so he wondered how things would turn out now. The ridiculous antics were sure to get him killed and end up in a far worse state that that woman, so he needed protection, he needed common sense.

Laurence let out another small chuckle before opening his eyes once more and glanced over at Ainsley, rocking his chair back a bit "come now Ainsley, this sudden change shouldn't be that surprising...no?" Laurence said closing his eyes as he rocked his chair "In the world of dreams...where we share the same dream...that shouldn't be possible...in this world the impossible becomes the possible" Laurence said.

 

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TODAY had been interesting. After breakfast was over and everyone started to leave, Leah went to find some place to herself as she tried to adjust to this new way of thinking. It was so different from what she was used to that she still seemed to have as many issues processing things as before. Hopefully, with time, that would change. She wondered how long they would be in this dream world. When they awaken, would they remember it? Would everyone have different experiences, or were they all somehow actually together? The latter seemed so impossible, but this whole dream land seemed impossible.

Leah sat down on her bed trying to figure out what to do. She never really had any hobbies, so watching everyone else socialize and use their talents to pass by the time made her feel lonely. Leah decided that starting tomorrow, she would need to look for something that she too enjoyed with a passion. Until then, things would remain thoroughly boring.

She changed into a set of pajamas after not really doing anything at all during the rest of the day. Leah curled up in bed and appeared to be the first one in the room. The blanket was pulled up to her chin and she snuggled in, prepared for sleep, sighing softly to herself. Tomorrow would be better. Tomorrow she would find something she really enjoyed doing. Those thoughts swept through her mind until Leah finally fell asleep.​

 

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Xyloh woke up out of bed after having quite a boring day after breakfast. It wasn't that she didn't have anything to do, it was just she couldn't seem to find something to entertain her long enough. This morning was no exception to that rule. After eating breakfast she wandered around a bit looking for things to do, but nothing quite seemed to occupy her time like she was hoping.​

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At one point, she saw the butler, was it Charles? She couldn't quite remember. She always had an odd feeling about butlers and maids, she didn't like to boss them around or anything. She liked to do things on her own, even if servants were paid. It was an odd thing, so she hadn't really asked for much while she was here over the past two days. If she did, it was more like she was asking for directions.​

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Xyloh walked up nervously to him and scratched the back of her head, "Um, I'm looking for something to do. Do you know of anything? I know there is a lot around here but I am kind of in the mood for puzzles or something..."​

 

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Charles was dusting a picture frame, minding his own business when one of the children approached him. Hearing the word puzzles suddenly made him extremely interested. He turned around on one heel, facing Xyloh and grinned, putting the feather duster under one arm. "I would be happy to enlighten you with a riddle, my dear." It had been so dreadfully boring for the last two days, he wondered if these children were in fact... Children. Aside from the fact that Elly had stabbed Kyla with a fork at breakfast yesterday, that seemed to be the only thing that was interesting. But now, finally someone asked him for entertainment. He bowed and cleared his throat, searching for one that was stored in his brain somewhere. Coming up with one, he raised a finger in the air. "I am taken from a mine, and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never released, and yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?"​

 

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Riddles. She wasn't expecting riddles. She wasn't someone who got them on spot, but when she received one, she could stop until she got it. Xyloh placed her hand under her chin and paced around thinking about it, clearly having a tough time trying to solve it. She kicked her feet a little bit and whispered to herself, "Mines... what can come from mines... "​

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Xyloh looked stumped and whispered, "This is hard..." she placed her hand under her chin again and looked up at him, "...I don't know... can you give me a hint?" ​

 

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"Hm..." Charles tapped a finger on his chin, trying to figure out a hint to give to the girl. "Use me as just a rock, and I am like black chalk," he said, looking back at the girl. This was quite fun challenging the young minds of today's world. He could go on all day doing this if he wanted to. Charles wondered if anyone else would come to him for a riddle challenge as well. The more the merrier!​

 

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SINCE it was apparently a new day, Leah did a significantly better job at prepping herself for the day. Unfortunately, she did manage to miss breakfast because of it. Her stomach grumbled and she pressed her hands to her abdomen as she left the bedroom. Leah stumbled through the halls, in a daze, still not sure if she was heading in the right direction. She could only hope that the layout of the house would start to solidify itself in her mind some time soon.

⌈...I don't know... can you give me a hint?⌋ Leah rounded the corner to see Xyloh talking to that butler guy Charles. She smiled, pleased to finally have found someone.

⌈Hm...⌋ Charles tapped a finger on his chin, ⌈Use me as just a rock, and I am like black chalk,⌋

Leah came to a stop behind them with her hands clasped behind her back. ⌈Coal,⌋ she blurted out to the man. The girl hadn't heard the first half of the conversation, but Leah liked to guess things and it sounded like some sort of riddle or something. She remembered him asking riddles the other night as well. Or at least, she thought she did. The brunette smiled at Xyloh and unclasped her hands to wave at the other girl. ⌈Hello Ghost.⌋​

 

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Xyloh thought about the hint and had her hand under her chin and thought about rocks and raised an eyebrow.​

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⌈Coal, Hello Ghost.⌋​

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Xyloh thought about it a little more before she spoke, "No, coal isn't in wood... WOOD. Pencils! But that is more gray... did you want specifics? The part inside of a pencil? Pencil... lead? It really isn't lead..."​

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Xyloh then turned over towards Leah and smiled, "Hello, how's the dream been going for you?"​

 

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During his exploration, Leon found a couple of places that interested him. The game room was one of those places. He made to take note of it's location for future reference before continuing on his walk. Eventually he got tired of walking around and decided to stop somewhere, lucky for him he'd stopped right in front of the library so that's where he went. Upon entering took a look around at all the books. There had to be something here that he would like to read to pass the time. Granted it would take some time to find it.​

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Without wasting anymore time, he went ahead and starting looking through the book. First he went through the fiction section, since after all that was his preferred section. Knowing the last name of the author helped him out since the books were in alphabetical order via last name. All he needed to do was search. ​

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A little bit longer and he found the book he was looking for. It was a pretty decent sized fiction book, one that would definitely keep his attention for the time being. With the book in his hand, he found himself a table to sit and started to read. The library and a book was exactly what he needed to relax. The question was, how far could he get in the book today?​

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SHE watched as Xyloh continued to work through the riddle. ⌈No, coal isn't in wood... WOOD. Pencils! But that is more gray... did you want specifics? The part inside of a pencil? Pencil... lead? It really isn't lead...⌋

Leah shook her head. ⌈Lead is bad. It would be graphite or charcoal ... but charcoal is still coal, so graphite.⌋

Xyloh then turned over towards Leah and smiled, ⌈Hello, how's the dream been going for you?⌋

She returned the smile with a nod. ⌈It's been weird. I feel different and everyone is acting different. It's still processing. Even for a dream it's so ... so ... so ... surreal.⌋ It took Leah some work to articulate the proper word, but she was pretty sure she got it right. She just didn't understand how they would all change this much so quick. It was true that the pill would fix them, but it was working so fast. Wasn't medicine supposed to take time to kick in?​

 

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"Pencil is correct!" Charles was very pleased that Xyloh got the correct answer and smiled in satisfaction. Soon though, it seemed as if he did not exist to the two girls that were before him. He smiled gently and bowed to them. "I'll be on my way if that is all."​

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"Mraow" Basil's kitty cat walked up to Analise, and tilted its head at her with curiousity. It then sat down in front of her and began to lick its paw.​

Basil was at Analise side, peeking over her shoulder at the drawing that was on her sketch pad. He tilted his head in curiosity, trying to make out what it was. It looked like it was a wilted rose, and a sad looking one at that...​