As I make my way from 2nd period class, I find Scott talking to Mark, who seems to have a sinister grin on his face.
However, before I can actually investigate, reality transitions once more into an expansive plain that is riddled with what seems to be rattlesnake holes.
Maris steps forth with a scowl on her face and inquires as she points her trident at a figure with a sharp serpentine face and whose snake-leather cloak glistens in the realm's mid-day sun, "Now that you have brought us here, identify yourself, you bastard!"
He hisses with glee as his sharp glare, which bore that familiar coiled-snake insignia in its pupils, grew progressively wider with madness, "My name… is Ren Whitesnake, the Serpentine Hunter… You call ME a villain? I am merely scouting out comrades to join the cause of my master!"
I reply with a sinister chuckle as I step forth, my pens at the ready, "And I am guessing this 'master' you speak of is none other than that lighthouse bastard, Phalos Elcres! Heh… Nice thing you did there, inviting me into your realm and all. Now then, how shall I punish thee?"
Ren snarls with fury in his eyes as he calls a slender blunderbuss rifle to his open hand and points it at my head, "Silence! You are interfering with my mission!"
I reply with glee as I lick the tip of one of my pens, "It is my pleasure… Now then, Maris, I will allow you the first move, but just know that I will back you up if things get rough. Think of it as my way of seeing what you are capable of doing in the presence of a Phalosian…"
Maris replies with a sigh as she swiftly fires a cerulean beam of energy at Ren, which knocks him a few feet backwards, "Understood! Scott, stay back… Neither I nor your friend would like to see you injured… Now then, taste this, you snake bastard! Mizuken no Tamashii!"
As Ren comes back to his senses, he roars with a furious zeal as he fires a resounding shot at Maris that glowers a sickly green as it jets through the still air, "How dare you defy your fate, you stupid mermaid! Taste my Nettleweed Shot!"
I reply with a chuckle as I deflect the shot with a pen, "Sorry. Use of poisonous attacks are restricted only to me…"
Ren then snaps back at me as he points his gun at me and prepares to shoot, "Shut, up you bastard! Now then, may your grave be a shallow one!"
However, before he is able to pull the trigger, a feminine figure with jet-black hair takes grip of his neck and says with a wide grin as she swiftly siphons away his life, "Urusai!"
I then finish him off by nailing him in the forehead with a pen and snarl with annoyance at the figure as I glare at her with the heat of a thousand suns, "Really? You do know I had this handled, didn't you…Cynthia Lockland."
Before she got a chance to reply, I heard a familiar voice reply with a chuckle as my friend, and Cynthia's vessel, Emily came forth, "Do not blame Cynthia-san… I was the one who told her to intervene…"
Scott then interrupts as he looks around with a confused look on his face, "Wait… So Emily is also a vessel? What?"
I reply with a chuckle as I crack an intrigued grin, "Mochiron… After all, she is a Golden Tongue as well in a way…"
Scott inquires as he scratches his head in confusion, "Golden Tongue? What is that?"
Maris turns to Scott and exclaims with a slight chuckle in her tone, "A Golden Tongue is a mortal who has connected to the world of imagination and therefore have connected to the world of dreams personally… They are the most coveted of vessels, that is if they don't become half-dream-demon themselves."
I then reply with a chuckle and bow slightly as the daydream merely fades away, "Yes… Now then, we will talk at brunch, as I have stuff to do elsewhere…"
However, as the dream ends, I hear another somewhat-familiar voice exclaim with worry as Mister Hill walks up to us with his laptop in hand, "Are you all alright? You seemed to be just staring into space and Tutorial is almost over…"
Soon enough, the bell rings, and as it does so, Mark looks at me and inquires with worried eyes, "What happened? After second period, I don't remember anything… Did you do something to me?"
I reply with a playful chuckle as I take my leave from the room, "Soon, Mark… When the time is right…"
As I walk out of the room, Cynthia quickly whisks me away to her desolate realm of frost and despair and I quickly weave a throne of ice using my Dream Emulation and take a seal in it as I inquire with a chuckle, "Ok then… Any information either of you care to tell me?"
Emily replies with a frown, "Well, rumors tell of the worst… Mistleteinn is back."
I let out an annoyed groan as I exclaim with a facepalm, "Not again… She seriously needs to stay dead…"
Cynthia replies with a scowl as she looks up at the sky, "Yet we have NO IDEA who is harboring her…"
Emily replies with a chuckle as she crosses her arms, "Well, we have our suspicions though…"
I reply with a nod as I stroke my chin, "As do I… But no matter what, as long as either me or Cynthia is there, Mistleteinn is an understatement in this matter…"
Cynthia replies with a sigh as she dissolves the daydream just as the bell for 4th period begins to ring, "True… But it sounds like our time is once again up… These bells are so convenient, aren't they?"
I reply with a shrug as I begin to make my way towards my next class, "True… Almost TOO convenient… But, besides that, do keep out a look for not only the Woodland Sadist, but also any stray Phalosians, ok?"
Cynthia replies with a nod as she speaks through Emily's lips, "Yes… That is a given, after all…"
Hm… So the eternal game takes an intriguing turn…
No matter though…
Venenuminficiuntetmalorum.
Poison will infect the wicked…
And once that occurs, victory will be just on the edge of a dream.