[ ♞ 004 ; ACTION / VOICE ]

[feverhound]

[ if you're near the fountain, you might start smelling something burning in the air. like -- musty old wood. follow the smell, and then you'll start seeing smoke. lots of it. thick and dark and gross, coming down the street. and follow it a bit more, and you'll find Namae sitting on the curbside, leaning against a lamp-post -- watching a ginormous

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[cruoris_occisor]

[Byakuran's a curious one; he's been conducting his own explorations, searches, both on the network and off it. He, more than anyone, understands the value of knowledge. Which is why he follows the smoke, the acrid smell of burning wood.

He stops a practical distance away, hands in his pockets - he notices a young man by the curbside, observing the same sight. It doesn't take a genius to come to a conclusion or two. He's bemused, even as he comments. ]

Celebrating something?

[feverhound]

[ looks over lazily at the newcomer, noting the white outfit and ridiculous hair ]

what's there to celebrate?