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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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[Motioning for him to sit next to him.]

[He takes a seat, although he doesn't quite settle.]

Well?

What is it that you are nervous about?

I'm not nervous. I'm just prepared. I've come across enough odd things, lately, for that.

And what exactly are you preparing for?

Nothing in particular. It's a waste of time to think of specifics.

[Sighing.]

Well, I suppose I should ask if you did enjoy the tour in my head.

[Blank look.] Tour in your head?

[Give him a minute. The cogs are turning.]

... Ah. Well... Perhaps I should put things back.

I only wished I were surprised.

How was I supposed to know they had anything to do with you? [You know, aside from the memories obviously belonging to him.]

If you had known, would that have changed anything?

I would have left more of it alone. [Maybe. Probably. Maybe.]

... Why is your head mostly a series of rooms? Do you often have visitors here?

No. Just myself.

What did yo do?

I didn't break anything, if that's what -- ah, no, there was a bridge. That wasn't exactly my fault, though, and most of it's still standing.

[Why did it have to be you?]

[Because sticking a bull in a china shop is hilarious.]

...

[Trying to think of what else he's done. Should he mention the cord in his pocket, or the chain that fell? Maybe not.]

... I may have started a stopped clock somewhere, too.

If I'd known these things were yours, I would have left more of it alone.

Whose clock?

[And it is okay, female!Allen may have just beaten your record anyway.]

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[Haha, he might feel slightly better if he knew.]

"Allen Walker."

Interesting choice given the options.

[Shrug.] It stood out. It was by itself.

Where is the clock now?

I left it where it was, just working. Where was I going to carry a clock to?

I can put back most of the rest.

Why don't you just give the rest to me?

[He sets down the knives and the key. He's reluctant to hand over the cord; he'll keep it in his pocket, at least for now.]

I, ah, may have dropped something in the area with the bridge.

[You also have a deck of cards, my friend.

He takes the knives, but shoos away the key.]

You can keep that if you wish.

... Oh. [Dropping sounds bad.]