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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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[Either a way out of this whole ordeal or someone who knows what the frig is going on.~~Also I think she lost her bandanna somewhere.~~]

You find yourself in a large clearing. Sitting in the middle of it is Allen Walker, the male version.

Uh, Hello. [Never going to get used to this.] You wouldn't happen to know what's going on...would you?

[Allen opens his eyes and motions for the other to come forward. She will notice that his eye starts to react while hers doesn't.]

It is complicated. You've been pulled inside someone else's mind.

[Will come closer, though that is odd...] Someone else's mind?

Your serious. [Oh, dear...she broke things...er, a thing. Anyway.] Honestly serious?

Yeah. It is strange.

[Getting closer she can tell that it is herself that is triggering the reaction from his eye.]

[...] Ah, damn.

[This is going to end badly isn't it?] I was wondering why mine wasn't working...

[Now to try and leave or...Sigh, if it were her she wouldn't allow it, so weighing options.]

[Allen stands up.]

You aren't normally an Akuma?

Not last I check. [Kind of wondering what would happen with Eden's edge, then deciding it probably wouldn't be good.] This is a very new condition.

[Allen places one hand on top of his other elbow. An act she may or may not have seen before. He pulls his hand across his arm, but instead of it turning into a magic sword of ridiculous proportion, he holds out a bouquet of black roses with his other hand still intact.

All in all, it looked like a magic trick.]

[Actually no, since her right hand does all the banishing work, so that had her confused.] Eh...?

Parlor tricks now. [Actually a relief, does not want to go back to that graveyard thank you very much.]

[Oh, well, maybe one day she'll see it.]

[He laughs a little.]

Please take it.

What's it do? [Giving it a look, but otherwise reaching for them. Feeling kind of silly.]

[They dissolve into glittering dust once she touches them giving off a sense of warmth and contentment. The feeling isn't one foreign to her. It is what she sees when she frees a tormented Akuma soul.

Allen's eye stops flaring and he smiles at her.]

They save you.

[Very much appreciated. And better then the usual method.] Thank you.

But is this really someone else's mind? [Because how is this possible.]

[Allen nods.]

Yes, but I'm not sure if I should tell you whose as I don't think they'd want you to know.

But I can help you find the way out.

[Hooow?] I can live with that, do you really know how to get out of here?

It's nice enough but, uh...[So done.]

[Heading out toward the maze.]

I think I remember. It has been a while.

[Are we trusting Allen-sense here?] You know more then me!

[And I was actually, eeh, that's going to boggle her mind for a while.]

I'm not real. Just a reflection of this mind.

[The maze parts for this Allen though taking them directly to the ballroom as he heads toward the mirror.]

[Oh gosh mirrors. If it's the way out.] Reflection? A memory?

[That sounds like a sorry way to live.]

[It is odd, really. Allen takes her hand and walks in so that you are at the lake again with those tendrils of vines coming out. He doesn't waste a second before he turns around and walks right back through the mirror.

They end up in a wine cellar converted into a room. The racks are pushed up against one wall with a couch taking up the freed space. A box of assorted knives is tossed haphazardly on one of the shelves.]

[Uh hey, haha, that lake. Not happy to see that again. but also hoping she didn't make a huge mess of things.

Hey, isn't this the room with the stairs?] I think someone moved those knives...

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[Depends on your definition of mess.

And, yes, indeed, it is the room with the stairs.]

Did they? [Allen looks at them briefly but doesn't give them too much of his attention as he's searching his waistcoat for a key.]

Aha! Found it.

I think so, don't remember all that well. [Er, that bad, huh. Sorry?]

Found what?

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