[h3][color=c92c65]Amaranthe Foreste[/color][/h3][hr][hr]
Ami's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. This dream is getting dark [i]fast[/i]. She would have liked a bit more of the meeting new people part before the pronouncements of doom; the other people her subconscious had cooked up didn't seem like the friendliest bunch so far, but chewing the fat was definitely more relaxing than talking about the end of the world.

Well, at least the strange-looking man who had welcomed them seemed nice enough. He seems sincere; Ami immediately decides--contrary to the others--that he can be trusted.

Instead of voicing any of that, she says aloud, [color=c92c65]"Um. Doom? Can you be any more specific?"[/color] Ami looks around the military... themed (seemed like as good a word as any) room, and the two attendants, then back to the man. [color=c92c65]"Is there going to be some kind of military coup? I know how to use a gun but I'm not one of those people who dressed up and plays soldier on the weekends."[/color] A short pause, as she looks thoughtful. [color=c92c65]"And what do I call you?"[/color] The urge to address him as [i]long-nose[/i] is rising; probably best to get a name before that happens.