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[downtorest]

[He asks himself how he managed to get himself caught in the rain. Ryoji stands outside Brew Ha Ha, wrapping his yellow scarf loosely around his neck. The moon, whose light barely shows through the heavy clouds, is waxing in the sky. Even with the atmosphere clouded, he can still feel it. The obstruction makes no difference

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[evocating]

[ It was the end of her shift, and Atsumi was headed out for the night, frowning a little at the rain as she neared the front door. Of course she'd forgotten her umbrella -- wasn't that always the way?

And its then that she notices it, the bright yellow scarf illuminated in the darkness outside, and Atsumi pushes the door open, jogging over to him all while ignoring the rain. ]

Ryoji...? [ And she reaches for his hand. ]

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[It takes him a moment to register her presence. There's a weak, fond smile in reply as he sees her approaching. Their fingers brush as he takes her hand.]

I've just remembered something. I thought I forgot.

[There's a tower. To her, it's probably familiar, made of a pieces of man-made objects reaching to the moon. They named it after Tartarus, the tortured pit of the underworld. It was that metaphorically, the ones gathering within it negative aspects of humanity, only ventured by a courageous chosen few.

There's a boy with black hair waiting at the top, his arms folded over his knees. The start of feathered black wings coming from his back.

Soon, everything will be gone.

His limbs get skewed, elongated, and he touches his face.

And me with it.]