Time: 04:30
Location: Unknown
"Absolutely not! A deal is a deal, and I followed through with my end!" Dreamweaver yelled at the lady in red.
She looked nonchalantly at her 'ally'. "Incorrect. I paid for your services. And your services are still needed."
"You said four people. Four contracts. I did what you told me. Our deal is fulfilled. Now. Give. Me. My. Payment." Dreamweaver seethed.
The woman across the room clenched her teeth, but then gave Dreamweaver a sickeningly sweet smile. "If you agree to this last one, I will give another hundred thousand Lien."
Dreamweaver hissed internally, but considered the offer. After a few minutes, she sighed in anger. "Fine. But we're doing it RIGHT now. And I leave right after."
The woman nodded. "Alright. However, I have one more request." She held up a finger. "You take me with you."
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Dreamweaver was sitting cross-legged once again on the wooden floor of the now-empty room. She had no idea why the lady in red wanted her to check this one again, but it must have been important for her to insist so adamantly.
She looked up at the woman sitting across from her and eyed her curiously; not concerned, but definitely intrigued.
The woman seemed to be preparing herself, whether physically or mentally was anyone's guess. Dreamweaver impatiently tapped her finger on the floor, the sound reverberating through the unfurnished abode. "Are you about ready?"
The woman nodded, although a little hesitantly. 'Not so tough now, huh?' Dreamweaver snickered in her mind before closing her eyes and activating her semblance, sending the two into the mind of the target.
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It felt like falling, a deep blackness engulfing the pair as Dreamweaver navigated the mind and dreams of the boy in question.
And suddenly, as if forcefully tugged into a specific scene, the environment drifted into view. This was odd to Dreamweaver. Whenever she would invade a person's mind she would pick and choose the dreams and memories, but this one was forceful and hazy, almost as if everything were a surreal figment of one's imagination.
The memory blurred into view, but around the edges of the pairs' eyes, it was completely blurred, a mix of red and black background, like a fire raging just out of view that would retreat to be outside of their gaze.
The two seemed to be outside of what was once a city, large buildings and homes towering over each other as if in competition, the tops of some merely kissing the black clouds as they drifted by slowly in the musty wind.
The city seemed... familiar in a sense. Definitely not the condition it was in, but the layout itself was almost inviting.
That's where the resemblance ended though. The city itself was a husk, the cadavers of what was once the bustling city of Vale. The remnants of fires long past left their stench in the air, giving even a view from far away the disgusting odor of ash and flame, the lingering dust stinging the women's eyes.
Dreamweaver looked around through slitted eyes. "This is wrong." She said simply. "I didn't bring us here."
The woman in red looked around. "Then how did we get here. Can't you only see memories? I don't recall Vale ever looking like this."
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