Rhyme: That is true. And it might be possible to go back and fix things.
Heliodor: That might be true. Want a sunflower? On the house.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.Heliodor: I was trying to grow these for years hoping to sell them to upper class Gems. Breaking into a market. Of course... I also thought they were pretty.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.In the hangar, the quartet has attracted a small crowd of passerby, crewmen, janitors, tourists and pedestrians that paused for a moment to watch the odd band as they played their melodies. Lars is at the forefront, his violin directing the direction of the other three. Osvald is beside him sitting on a crate, playing an accordion made of dark coloured cloth and tapping his foot slowly. Anri is at the back playing a cello with Liman opposite of her, playing a violin not quite unlike Lars' and leaning her head into it.
The air is calm, the whole world seeming to slow as the peaked cap of the captain collects small bills and some coins and the four comes into focus, peaking up as the group reaches the crescendo of their performance.
всегда веренThe band finishes as the music slows down, and the four stands up, giving a short bow to the smattering claps of the small group of passerby that then disperses.
The captain looked at the three behind him, scooping up the money while distributing it between the four of them. The doctor and the sergeant moves their larger instruments to the compartments of the jeep, while the captain goes to the driver seat to check an alert on his phone.
Thus, leaving Liman alone, sweeping up the back of their jeep after she put away her violin.
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He looked upon Shibuya from another world, unseen by anyone except for a single youth who somehow felt the stare. The god's frail body was enveloped in light, having already started reforming into his favorite form, and as it did, the god continued to smile, his still-human eyes observing crowds of people that have yet again proven to him that they can evolve when exposed to chaos and sudden changes.
A winged, bespectacled observer wearing the mask of human appeared near the god and let out a chuckle.
- I take it that you're satisfied with the outcome.
- Indeed. - God's grin became even wider. - But you know that I will return, Nodens.
- And I despise your perseverance. - The one who was called Nodens adjusted his glasses. - What about the consequences you've left behind? About the rogue Reaper?
- Don't mind him, he's nothing more than a cluster of imaginary numbers now. And even if he reappears, I will be far away, and you can deal with him yourself, right?
The man in glasses sighed, then shrugged.
- Leave already. Nobody in this city will want to see you again for a long time. You've scarred it bad enough.
- Oh, is that so? - Deity's smile turned into mischievous grin of self-confidence. - One kid down there wants me to come back. But he doesn't know enough and is guided only by his heart. Still then - good bye, Nodens. Now it's time to visit a little worm who thought too much of himself.
As god said that, his form has started to dissipate, initiating interdimensional travel. And beyond time and space, as he tried to shed the mask he was donning earlier, he realized... that he could not. A set of geometrical figures was faintly glowing on this body's pale skin, magically preventing it from reforming. He was confined to this mask.
- Wh... What? How could he? - The Crawling Chaos didn't believe in what he saw. - Is that your handiwork? Your parting gift?! Curse you, Minamimoto!
Terminus Station
A frail teen clad in unassuming clothes was looking at his hands, surprised almost to the point of being horrified. His body was humane enough to let a bead of sweat run down his neck. But then he closed his eyes and clenched his slim hands into fists, and then smiled maliciously. Nyarlathotep has taken his cellphone out of his pocket and dialed up a number, digits of which were displaying on the screen as a mass of static-ridden binary code.
- Hello there. I will be away for a while. It might take me some time to come back...
A teen
approached the lizard, disregarding other people around him. After all, those were too unremarkable, and the one before him could prove interesting.
(@Quartz) Nyaru: You'd better put more work into edge's angles. Or, if I were you, I'd ditch the design altogether.

Eires can hear the faint sound of music
playing somewhere outside, by the hangar.
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