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[pale_night]

It seemed to be one thing after another recently; too many strange events and not enough time to think them over. V2 had taken him to the seashore, which he'd never seen; he'd thought he may have found one possibly way out of this living corpse, if only he could remember

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[not_a_shadow]

Enzan nodded and held out his hands to his family, one to Dark Blues and one to Shuuseki. Once he was touching them, he teleported them all to the Nexus.

"You can guide us from here, Blues."

He stepped back, away from the others for a moment, and reached for the weapon. It was something he had never felt before; not a battlechip, not a power surge.

He held out his hand and activated it.

[pale_night]

Flaring to life in Enzan's grip was an actual sword; not the energy-blade typical of navi weaponry, but a shining curved thing, hilt and guard in a traditional style.

The proportions -- larger than a katana, shorter than a no-dachi -- were not the only notable feature, however; the entire blade glowed, almost sullenly, from within, and was wreathed in ghostly violet flame.

Deadly weapon, this: as soon as it was completely formed, Enzan could read its purpose. The greater the bearer's own agony, the stronger the blade became.

:: That's -- ::

[not_a_shadow]

Enzan stared at the blade in awe.

"Muramasa..." He suddenly laughed. "Kickass!"

[not_a_shadow]

Something about the roses combined with the Dimensional Area gave Enzan the chills. He didn't know why, they just didn't fit together...

His father would have to be careful; while being crossfused gave Enzan protection, Shuuseki's flesh would be a tempting target. Enzan made a mental note to watch his family closely.

Where to from here, Blues?

[pale_night]

:: I -- ::

:: .. the end of the hothouse, the other end. There are a pair of double doors that lead into a hallway. ::

:: Ma- his workrooms cluster at the end of the hall. ::

Now that they had arrived, Blues was inwardly shaking like a leaf at being back in the dragon's jaws as it were; walking straight into his former master's territory was doing nothing for his state of mind.

If he'd been capable he would have bitten through his lip with fear -- but under the fear was a slowly-coiling pit of blackest anger, unmistakable through the crossfusion.

As the group got their bearings, a shimmer of movement -- something, or someone, transferring into the garden. Down by the doors in question, something icy-coloured started to form ...