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[idolpro]

Who: You, perhaps
Where: Tokyo-F
When: Day 98, Late night

[ A noise splits through the night, waking many of those who were sleeping, alarming many of those that were not. If you go to the window or streets to see what made that racket, you will find there is not much to see at all-- darkness has stolen into the city, stolen away all the power from the street lights, dorm lights, even the glow from your smartphone screens. The air is oppressive with expectation. The noise, the lights out, surely this is the sign there is something more coming? That feeling hangs heavy, palpable.

. . .

. . . . . .

. . . . . . . .

And then, you hear it.

A splintering sound, the crack of door hammered in finally giving way. And then, light. A fracture in the air like lightning, vertical and spidering down to the ground that doesn't vanish-- hanging there, light streaming out into the darkness.

....

Approach? ]

Comments

Re: Sleeping Quarters

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Walks inside to more closely examine the trinket]

Re: Sleeping Quarters

[idolpro]

[ It glistens brightly, too brightly; there's not much direct sunlight here, but it still holds its shine almost to the point of being its own light source. Wherever you touch, it becomes dimmer . . . ]

Re: Sleeping Quarters

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Hmmm...

Picks up the sword instead]

Re: Sleeping Quarters

[idolpro]

[ Just like the swords in the courtyard, it couldn't open any wounds on anyone. Swing it too hard and you'd most assuredly break it. Still, it's . . . something . . . . ? ]