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[It is dawn or sunset? Hard to tell, but there is the sky above is turning all shades of orange, purple and even some pink here and there. This certainly isn't where you last remembered yourself.

You are currently standing on a platform. To the left is a the sounds of gears moving, people shouting, and people milling about but a thick column of smoke blocks it from view. To the right is a forest of bamboo stalks swaying in the breeze.

Look down and the platform underneath while very thick is made of glass. The room is pink and lacy, frilly, and, oh, ever not so manly at all.]

[ooc: This is open to anyone that comes across it really. Just jump right in. This is a heart game. Think of it as a dungeon crawl through Tyki's heart. Messing with things will have side effects, but that means you should do it anyway. :)]

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[Even if he uses that shiny key?]

Well that is different, isn't it?

You open up to a grassy plain on a hill. On top of the hill is an old boxcar from a train. Tyki is leaning in the opening of car smoking and watching to his right.

Take a look in the distance and you'll see another Tyki with much longer hair on his back with Road sitting on him like lawn furniture. You can't hear what they are saying but they both seem pretty pleased with themselves.

When you enter, however Tyki looks up at you and waves you over.

Oh, and everyone seems to be lacking their Noah colors and markings.

[Approaching a little hesitantly.]

[If you get within arm's reach, he's going to grab you up onto the box car.]

No need to be skittish.

[Huff.] So this is your head?

[Smoothing out the color of the other's shirt with a nod.]

A little more than just that, but close enough.

Far more complicated than I'd have imagined.

[Just teasing. ~~Mostly.]~~

Very, very funny.

[But he is going to reach into the other's pocket and pull out that pocket watch holding it out in front of him by the chain.]

You fixed it.

[N-nodding slightly.]

I. Probably shouldn't have been touching things. Sorry.

[He turns it.]

No. I think it is better this way. May I?

[Nodding.]

What does it affect, anyway?

[He takes it and pockets it.]

Do you really want to know?

Is it really that bad?

...Just tell me please?

[He leans over and puts an arm over his shoulder with a smile.]

No, no. Not bad at all.

That room represents a desire to kill things. Looks like you fixed whatever that desire was.