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Abatheo: Guild

"Ice cream! Ooh, ooh, maybe they'll have the same flavors as Los Paraisos...!Let's gooo! Oh wait. Lissa!" Trixie called. "You're joining us too, right? Yeah? Doctor Dylan, you too? Superbro?”

Dylan halted in place, a smile on his face. There was just so many choices! Dinner! Booze! Ice Cream! His mind, still a little bit addled by the Dream Eater, decided to combine all three ideas into one crazy-ass dinner, an ice cream float with beer instead of soda, and the entire thing was as large as his head. “Eh, I think not,” he said with a shrug. “We’re gonna grab some real dinner - unless you guys want to just grab the ice cream afterwards?”

He joined Lute and the others in the restaurant, mulling over the menu as they gathered round. The blobfish was still on his mind - did it ever even exist? - so he made a point to avoid the seafood. Finally settling on something simple, he looked up from the menu to see Lisette frowning over a letter. “What’s it say?”

He wished he hadn’t asked, as her revelation tore at his heart. “Oh, Lisette.” He listened in silence as she waved off Estelle’s suggestion that they go with her, that they travel to Ritona and help her however she needed, and the gracious way that Lisette declined it.

“I’ll hold you to that promise,” Dylan said as he got up to hug his friend. “And while you’re gone I’ll keep a sketch journal so that when you get back you’ll see everything we’ve done. How does that sound?”
Yay site's back up! Post have come up! I'll call next pls.

Edit: Done! :D
Second post is mine! Muwhahahaha!

*runs and hides*
Woohoo! Great work Fox! I really liked the Dream Eater and it was a very fun chapter. :D


Abatheo: En route to the Guild

The message from Doctor Dream and the disturbing lab they had woken up in had done quite a bit to take the edge off of Dylan’s high - that and the strange lethargy that he probably wouldn’t shake till he had a night of proper rest - but he found the walk back to Abatheo to be peaceful enough. It was a nice night, after all.

“MAN THIS WALK IS TIRING! I can’t wait to get to the Guild and get some food… ugh… but that was some mission, huh?” Don said.

Dylan smiled at his Big Bro, watching as he apologized to the new Guilders who had worked with them. Lute had seemed a bit odd at first - he was still certain the man talked to himself - but he had been solid through it all. Coming up behind them, he clapped Lute on the soldier. “Hey, at least the blobfish thing was memorable. Maybe I should paint that someday...” He started to imagine it - Giant Mech Don wielding the blobfish, Lute plastered right on it’s flesh. “I’d call it The Deadliest Weapon.”

He grinned at the virtuoso. “Seriously, though, you did well. How about we get you some dinner when we get back to the guild?”
Sorry for the really late (for me) post. Work really took it out of me today.

It's a shame about Tae, I am really gonna miss Lisette, Selan, and Kapi - the best capybara of them all. :\

If an interlude is what's called for, I am totally fine with delaying my chapter a day or two. Whatever's best for the group.

Hey hey Rex - feel better, kay?


He didn’t know what to make of it - the blobfish, Lute, Moira being fired from a fricking cannon - so he simply cheered as their combined effort brought the Dream Eater down. In the end, it was not skill or pure strength that beat it, but hope and imagination. These were things that the Pride had in excess, and it warmed Dylan’s heart to be part of such a close group of friends.

“Serves that prick right,” Moira grumbled, folding her arms over her chest. “You don’t fuck with the Pride.”

Dylan laughed at that. “Oh Moira, don’t ever change.”

“Now,” A voice called out from behind them, illuminating the presence of Marcus who smiled towards all of them. “Now it’s time for us all to wake up.”

“Yes,” Dylan said with a smile. He was eager to forget the nightmares that this place had stirred in him, the false visions of Tobias and the man he feared he was becoming. But this had shone a new light on it all - as long as he was with his friends, he could never lose his path.

The landscape around him bled out of existence, burning into a blinding vision of pure white. “See you all on the other side.”


Dylan smirked as the world started to fight back against his influence, the Dream Eater clearly fighting his creation. Through sheer force of will he managed to hold the basics together, though the Dream Eater managed to create a series of jagged spikes - which Estelle quickly dispatched, protecting the Pride from the most dangerous of them. It was an exhausting struggle, but he held on, Selan’s aria guiding him to depths of magical reserves that he never knew he had.

Then, the Dream Eater stopped fighting all together, it’s attention drawn to the sight before it. Don - the biggest and baddest of all bros - was creating the most wondrous thing that Dylan had ever seen. It was a giant robot replicant of the man himself, so large in scope that it even gave the Dream Eater pause.

And that pause was just what Dylan needed. While the creature was distracted, Giant Don Mech reeving it’s engines, Dylan’s mind drifted back to what Lucy had suggested before - ”You should put the dream eater in a dress."

He could see it in his mind, quickly sketching it out as Trixie reformed the pompadour. A heavy skirt, with layers upon layers of frills, a tight corset, pinching in tight to point of distraction, and a heavy train that ran along the ground. With a sudden whoop Dylan made it so, the Dream Eater staggering under the weight that appeared out of nowhere.

Women’s dresses weren’t always the easiest to move in, even with years of practice. Suddenly the Dream Eater had to deal with the heaviest layers of cloth, pulling the creature down with the sheer weight of it, despite the fact it looked deceivingly light. And worst of all, it was bright pink, lacy, and just so darn cute.

“Take that!” he yelled as Trixie fired her pompadour gun.
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