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[It is a nice day out with a warm breeze, the crystal, blue water stretching out in every direction, and vultures circling overhead. You find yourself drifting across the waters in a small life boat. It still has its two oars so rowing is an option, but with the expanse of blue in every direction where to go may not be an easily answered question.

Ah, and yes, one Tyki Mikk is with you draped over the edge. Hopefully, he isn't sea sick.

Yo ho, mateys!]

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[After walking in gray for a bit they'll find a light sort of appear out of the fog before them. And maybe it isn't so much a light as a barrel with a fire burning out of it. Gray human figures stand around it staring at it. Some look perfectly fine while others looked mangled with gunshot wounds, missing limbs and even one poor fellow with a scar from shoulder to hip.

Tyki waves as he approaches, but no of them respond to him.]

[2.4 basically meant that he was the second Tyki to ever be in facility and was the 4th version of himself. His original had died of heart bombs and his second of his canon update. The third had been when his Tease had eaten their way out of him when he had no powers. So he was technically the fourth verision of his second self.

Still he follows him, waving in front of a few people's faces.] Anyone home in there?

[Tyki doesn't want to know this which is why he's not asking. A little reminder of his current predicament was enough to pull him out of his desire to pull out his organs and rearrange them in a nice row in color order. But this is come from a man whose dictionary can't distinguish love and destruction.]

[They look at the pair with empty eyes when they approach.]

Another group.

[Then they go back to looking at the fire.]

[He never wanted to know until he was forced to know.

He's mostly trusting simply because it is another Noah. It's a simple formality and yet it is the most inner reasoning for such calmness from Tyki. The Noah pats one of them on the shoulder at his response and tilts his head, not much debate or confusion registering as he just shoves one of them into the barrel with the fire.]

Another.

[It is okay, bro. I collect other selves like some sort of demented stamp collection.

And why would you even?

Actually might be a little jealous that he didn't think of it first.

The being goes into the fire and it doesn't even flicker as he falls in disappearing. In all honesty he shouldn't be able to fit in there, but, hey he does.

The others look at him with blank eyes and don't seem shocked or concerned at all.]

You can't kill anyone here. Everyone is already dead.

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[There isn't much train of thought that continues that way as he watches one disappear right into it. He's quite determined to figure out just how many he can stuff into the barrel at once. Really if most islands were like this, that would explain a lot of things in the history books when it comes to large colony disappearances.

He'll just shove another one in there.] Don't take my fun out of it.

[These dead people are very, very passive. And he'll shove in one and then another leaving two remaining standing around the barrel. Then one.

Tyki is just watching.]

[It almost takes the fun out of it how passive they all are. But Tyki shrugs and shoves in the last one. He was hoping for some kind of scream.]

[No. No screaming alas. Tyki is laughing though.]

[The smoke changes from its gray drop to a speckles of color in it. The only color in the area actually. And it is faint. Blue. Faint gold. Tads of red.]

[And no screaming, but there is now a low and rumbling moaning coming from the barrel.]

[Pleased with himself and the fact the other is laughing, he rubs at his chin a little.]

Funny how usually if I stick something into things, there is usually screaming or moaning even in this case.

At least you always seem to satisfy.

[Smoke becomes a liquid as it starts to boil over. The color seems to have settled on a dull orange like the flame as it moves about as fast as lava from the barrel to the floor.]

Given the opportunity to change, I don't think I ever would.

[Not quite bothered by it, he'll stick his hand in it, allowing any warmth generated by it to touch his hands, but not the actual substance.]

[It is nice and toasty warm. Probably wouldn't even burn his hands if he tried to touch it directly. His hand also starts to regain color around the edges. A small voice in the back of his head that isn't Joyd encourages him to drink the stuff.]

Now you've got me a bit curious. Ah, but it seems we have company.

[There is a shuffling behind them as much as such a noise can be made in this landscape. More listless figures are shuffling over toward the commotion.]

[He tilts his head around the stuff and while he is tempted to drink it, he doesn't just yet, tilting his head up at the company, snorting a bit.] They just keep coming, don't they?

[He wonders if he can scoop it up with the way it toasts in his hand and tests that little theory with a little tip of his finger. Warm but harmless. Interesting.]

[It is a very nice and almost perfect temperature like a hot shower or bath.]

[They do keep coming and all with a goal in mind. They come up straight to that liquid and start trying to collect it. And like Tyki, their skin regains color once they get into contact with it. Even wounds start to bleed out if they get close enough. It does make the space by that barrel very, very crowded.]

That ... doesn't look particularly healthy.

I wouldn't drink it anyways if I could toss them into it and they die.

[Especially if it was messing with his skin even if it didn't seem harmful. Stil, drinking anything with magical properties probably wasn't a good idea. He'll tug his hands back and refuse to touch anyone that gets too close to bump him. If someone bothers to walk through him, he'll just dump them into the barrel again.]

[They avoid him deciding to crawl over each other to get to the stuff rather than deal with the devil they don't know. They missed his display earlier.

To begin with anyway. The ones that get most of their color back saunter over to him quite arrogantly. They will try to touch him, but slide right through quite mystified. One will get dumped into the barrel for his efforts and he will scream quite lovely this time as he melts. Every other person will stop in the room and turn at him to stare.

Tyki will come behind him and tug at an elbow.]

Pushing your luck a bit, don't you think?

[He's not use to someone standing in his body and not caring for a little bit. So when everyone starts staring at him, he grins a little small, waiting to see if they actually tried anything. Given the nature of the stuff, Tyki won't touch it again, having been somewhat watching his fingers to make sure he's not affected much more by it.

The tug at least will draw his attention.] Maybe a little, but it is fun that way.

[Nope. He just has a nice colored hand in the bleak and dreary landscape.

They don't do anything for the moment. Just stare at him with faces completely devoid of any emotion whatsoever.]

Is it? I think you are about to get stormed by a bunch of expressionless faces.

[And then they do charge at him like a mass of zombies trying to rip apart his flesh. The gray parts of them won't be able to touch him, but those parts that have been heated by the orange goo he will find is not easy to phase through if he can at all.]

I think so.

[Tyki doesn't seem to care until he realizes they can touch him, but even then he's not really afraid. His power outmatches any of theirs, or so his mind will work. There isn't many besides perhaps the Earl that would even come close. Exorcists just didn't count. Trying to rip is a bad idea. His hand outstretches, filling with dark matter. Time to make mess.]

[When the zombies are hit with Dark Matter they melt into vile puddles of goo and gore. Messy, messy business. Much messier than normal. The flame bursts once and a being made entirely of fire steps out. In its hand is a gigantic sword with a serrated edge.]

It has been a while since someone so interesting has stepped into my realm. What business do you have here?</i?

[It's moments like this he is glad he wasn't wearing one of his best suits or any of his good clothes besides what he had discarded before being interrupted on the boat.] Think it's talking to you....

[But he answers anyways] I don't know. It looked cozy so we thought we'd move in as a vacation getaway until we get bored.

Oh, I'm not the one having fun. I think this is all yours.

Mortal, you have guts saying such things before me. But I won't be hasty. You've destroyed some of my precious souls, but they can be replaced. Your power is unknown to me. From where did you come from on your quest for a ... vacation.

We can just leave if you're not having fun. I don't have to kill him?

[He was kind of ignoring the bigger guy, but he'll look back at him now.] The sea on a boat. It isn't a boat yet.

Not at all. I'm enjoying watching you. Or would you rather I not live through you vicariously?

[The monster sneers.] I can provide the vacation you desire. If you are willing to barter.

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