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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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[Yeah. It sort of sucks to be you right now.

The clocks on the wall tick. The ones on the floor don't. But in either case they are in pristine condition. Though the ones on the floor seem ... lighter than they should be? She will also notice that each clock is engraved with a name.]

[She can deal with this noise, yes, she can...

Names, Huh? What sort of names? Are they not gutted, She'd assumed the one's on the floor where? Reaching out to pick one up, studying it.

Well, maybe if this is the Vatican she can learn more about what's going on before it becomes a problem...if it's a problem.]

Names you should recognize. And all the clocks, ticking or not, have perfectly carved and legible names.

Allen Walker
Tyki Mikk
Rhode Kamelot
Countess
Tyki Mikk

Oh, and some even repeat apparently.

My Name...?
[Though the other's don't readily bring much to mind. I don't know if she ever got names from the other two Tyki's. Erp, assumes she did, or maybe he gave it too her when she tripped over him.] The hobo? and a...Ok, odd.

[Lots of clocks. Reaching for one with her name, though maybe not touching it per say. Still wondering how in the hell she's going to get out of here...oh, she could try leaping the lake. ~~because mun's a goon who forgot she could jump stories, derp.~~ Will try that in a bit.]

If you do touch the clocks you will realize they don't feel quite right. That may be your name, but it is definitely not your clock. And is it that surprising in this world full of doubles and triples and who-knows-uples.

The ticking ones seem quiet happy and content if they could convey such a feeling. The not ticking ones, well, they just seem a bit empty.

[Yes, that is interesting. Those empty clocks are just sad. Turning one over in her hand, it should be ticking again...

But she doesn't play with such things so she just sets it back in the pile before walking back out to see if she can get anywhere more productive.

If the span of the lake hasn't changed, she's just going to try to jump it.]

Also I should have put up a warning that by joining this you give me permission to kill your character horribly because well, uh, it isn't a real death? Maybe multiple times.

Cool? Cool.

And you would make that no problem! Except for the hordes of vines in the way. They grab you and pull you under the water.

[She'll probably have nightmares for a while, but yeah sure.

Uh, she's not going to really take that but she did over do it on some Akuma...So even with Innocence activated, it doesn't last more then a few minutes before she can't really breath, though she'll thrash for as long as she can.]

[What now?]

It is a weird feeling truth be told. It isn't so much as drowning due to lack of oxygen. More drowning in something else. You know all those things you want to do but hold back. Maybe punch Vatican Hilter is one of them. Maybe running away back to the circus and say bye-bye to the order. All those deep dark desires assault you and suffocate you.

And then you wake up

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