The Dungeons

[strike]"My little Maka D:"[/strke]

"Oh, you just reminded me of something. Doesn't matter." She shrugs, smiling.

"Oh I see... well, would you care to tell me anyway?"

Her expression becomes one of pure joy and interest. "Ok!" She then explains about her talent in detail, obviously pleased with it.

I nod my head in understanding and interest, "That is quite extraordinary. Do you mind if I try?"

Celeste actually jumps and claps her hands. "I'd love for you to!"

"Alright. I kneel to eye level with her, "So I just have to tell you a problem and you'll make the dream, yes?"

OOC: Dude, she's not that short. She's 15. She just acts childish.

IC: She nods, clasping her hands behind her back. "Yep. Then I'll create it all, and you'll get to face your problem."

OOC Eugene's a tall guy lol

IC

"Well I'm caught between two."

OOC: Touche

IC: "What are they? I'll help you pick, if you want. There might be one that's easier for me to do."

"Well, controlling my rage (EUGENE SMASH!!!!) or how boring I seem to Phoenix with my talk of science."

"Hmm..." She taps her finger on her chin. "The second one I could do, but for that I'd need to find Phoenix and help her... guess it's the first one then, if that's alright with you?"

"Sounds good to me."

"I'll go find her at some point and see what I can do." With a playful look on her face, she pokes his arm and says, "She's your girlfriend, I'm guessing?"

"That's correct." I smile to myself.

"I hope she doesn't mind me doing this." Celeste takes hold of his hands, furrowing her brows in concentration. "Ok, just remember that in this dream, nothing can harm you. Because I'm going to be testing your anger, I'll keep you in it until you've calmed down properly, ok?"

Phoenix! check your pm

"Well, alright then."

"Close your eyes. When you feel sleepy, just go with it." Celeste closes her eyes as well, piecing together the dream.

Location: Great Hall. Empty.
Costume: normal me, but dark clothing, black hair, wings as well, for safety.
Surroundings: I'll project images onto it.

I fall asleep relatively easily given my long nights in the Hospital Wing.

The image she creates is of the Great Hall, the four tables still there, but everything is completely empty: no students, no food, no House banners. Celeste is sat on the teachers' table, her legs dangling over the edge, a pair of black wings protruding from her shoulders. She allows herself a moment to be pleased with her costume, before waiting for Eugene to come to.

I take a look inside, looking around at everything. I've never seen the great hall look so... barren and dead.

She decides to start off easy.

Clicking her fingers once, a projection appears on the wall to Eugene's left, just showing him the little things that will annoy him; not too bad, but enough to irritate him.

Modern art, wrong equations, revolting... I press towards Celeste.

She gets to her feet on the table, taking a step back. "Control yourself," she says, giving him a warning look. "Stop. Think. Take control of your emotions."

Testing him further, she clicks her fingers again; a similar projection appears on the opposite wall.

Deliberate stupidity of students was playing on the walls, making me even more annoyed. Keep it cool, Percivel.