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Oh- With that Ryzor grinned, tilting his head. "What do I do?" He asked, "Well at first it seems like nothing. I make Rainbows, and it isn't too. . . amazing if you aren't from where I am where happiness depends on rainbows or whatever. Either way, it was supposed to be a secret." He mumbled, "But, since you aren't from the place i'm from I'm not sure if it matters, so i'll tell you."

"The children. . . er, fillies- since everyone where i come from is a pony / filly / so on. . . that fail their flight tests are thrown into the rainbow factory and, well, basically I murder and eat them in order to create rainbows to make everyone happy, nobody else knows that except for Celestia, the ruler of the place, and she's the one who ordered me to do it. On top of that, not like anyone'd get a chance to complain about it either. Since your not from there I cant see it bothering you all that much though"

❦[ OPEN ] - A startling change.

“They didn’t know. I guess they’re back in the real museum, probably looking for me. If they even noticed I’m gone.” He sighed softly. 

“Oh?” 

He looked at him with an interested look. “That’s..that’s interesting!” He exclaimed, his eyes widening with curiosity and obvious interest. Of course, being the undoubtful demon he was - he believed everything that he was told. 

“What exactly do you do?” 

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"Wait- Miss!" Ryzor spoke, "Does that mean one of those monsters is after us again?" Before much, he looked behind him and saw there was indeed one of the painting girls after them. Frowning a bit, he looked back at the other. "You're right, i think it is best we get going. . . I'd rather not end up dying by that thing-"

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{ leadingtotragedy }

{ lostasgardian }

{ keeperofpromises }

Have begun traveling this gallery with you!

Joyful laughter rang throughout the halls as a snow-coloured hair girl ran through, uncaring to the fact as she was being chased by the Lady in Green that could certainly cause her death with a simple game of ‘Loves Me, Loves Me Not.’

With her arms out at her sides, she zoomed throughout the halls making airplane sounds as if she were a child. “Ahahaha! Oh!” She ceased her both odd and childlike actions as her eyes drifted towards a group of people; all holding roses. It had also seemed the painting had stopped ceasing her.

“Helloooo~” Alyss called out as she skipped merrily over to the four, now standing before them. “You all have roses! Are you from the gallery as well?” A tilt of her head as she asked her question. “I’m Alyss, it’s a pleasure to meet you—”

Uh-oh! The familiar noise of glass smashing filled the air along with an ominous aura. She sent a grin towards one of them and giggled, “Come now, we best start running, my dears~!”

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"I see. Some comrades they were dragging you into practically a death trap if you ask me." Ryzor mumbled, frowning a tad.

"I honestly wouldn't let my servants back at the Rainbow Factory take me somewhere like this, I kind of came here on my own free will. . . Or something." He continued, looking off to the side for a moment. "A demon, eh? Well, then. . . I guess its natural to say since you're a demon, i'm not quite human myself. I'm the embodiment of the factory i was just telling you about- The Rainbow Factory. I'm not joking around either," Yeah, he really did sound completely serious too.

❦[ OPEN ] - A startling change.

“That, I do. A red one.” He said, chuckling under his breath. He listened to Ryzor, listening to where he was from. A completely different world from the human one - well, that was a similarity right off the bat! “I see, that’s interesting.” He grinned. 

“Technically, I’m not a human. I come from the Netherworld, I’m a demon. The most feared demon, if I should mention.” 

“Well, used to be… that’s not the point anymore, though.” He cleared his throat. 

“I was dragged here by a few of my comrades. I didn’t want to come though, they literally dragged me here. And now I’m stuck in here. I guess we just gotta be extremely careful with our roses, hm?”

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Honestly, Ryzor didn't know a single reason as to why he was here, but it wasn't long before he managed to accidentally stumble across the other- no, he basically almost tripped over him since he wasn't watching where he was going. Fortunately he stopped, however, and ended up staring at the kid that lay on the floor. Frowning a bit, he instantly assumed it was another person with a rose for the sake of monsters wouldn't just lay there like they are dying.

"Hey. . . ?" Ryzor tried to get the attention of the other, of course probably it wouldn't work since the other seemed to have fainted or something similar. "Hey. . .? Are you okay? Oh gosh, don't tell me someone already died by one of those monsters. . ." He mumbled. "I guess i was underestimating them-- god i must look stupid talking to myself." Thinking it'd be best to try and help the kid, he decided it would probably be best to search for the rose at least to get it from the kid to try and find one of those vases to heal it in, but then he also remembered the fact that people really shouldn't 'exchange roses' or whatever often. Huh. "Goddamn it what should I do. . . I don't want to seem like a pest for taking his rose and trying to heal it. . ." 

==> Past Sollux: Pay the gallery a visit [FW Open]

“Shit.” [Was all that came out of the hacker’s mouth. The other trolls just wouldn’t stop pestering him about this art gallery and that Guertena guy. Each day, they’d get more annoying. And yes, even more annoying than the voices of the imminently deceased. If he wasn’t even at least acquainted with any of them, he would’ve flipped his shit and gave them a taste of his psionics.]

[After having payed for the entrance fee, Sollux walked up to the second floor because once you’re done observing the upper floors, you observe the floor with the entrance last to get the heck outta here quicker (and possibly to keep with his duality theme). “Lady in Red”, “Death of the Individual”, “The Hanged Man”… Boooooooooring. He was so lucky that he brought his laptop in the case that he needed someone to complain to. While looking for a place to rest, Sollux found himself in front of a huge painting titled “Fabricated World”. Now this exhibit in particular had piqued the male’s interest a bit. Fabricated world… Whatever would that mean?]

“…What?” [The four-horned troll then noticed that the lights had flickered a bit. What’s wrong? The gallery’s just… suddenly gone quiet. So quiet that it’s kinda creeping him out.]

“What the hell happened to everyone?” [No wonder why it was so quiet. Everyone was gone.] “But everyone was here just a moment ago! Is this supposed to be a prank?!” [No one answered. Sigh. But still, the atmosphere in the air was… somewhat ominous. And why the heck didn’t he notice before?! The voices of the imminently deceased were all gone. That’s nice. Now he doesn’t have to shout in order to hear his own voice. But on the other hand, it’s probably best to get the hell out of this creepy place. The troll then walked down the stairs only to find that the power had gone out.]

“…What the fuck?! It’s locked?!!” [Oh you’ve got to be kidding me. The entrance has been locked and there is no way to open it. And the scenery on the outside is nothing but just pitch black. Left window? Nothing. But right window? The troll yelped and backed away when a red liquid started leaking from the window. ‘Calm down Sollux… It’s not like you to feel this scared…’ Whatever. May as well check the second floor again. Sollux then walked up the stairs again and noticed a figure walking past a window on the outside. When he checked, there was, again, nothing but pitch black. Okay, no one’s there so let’s just move on and check everything else out…]

[BANG BANG BANG BANG]

[…Someone was banging on the window…? Wonder who did the banging. The mustardblood then found himself back at the same painting again. “Fabricated World”. Wait. Is that paint leaking from behing the canvas or…?]

[Suddenly, there was a sound from behind, and Sollux turned around. Words are being written in red paint…]

COME SOLLUX

[Come? To where? And how did whoever write that know his name? Okay, yes, this is getting kinda creepy… Sollux just sighed and turned around, facing the painting again. Then the blue paint suddenly formed words.]

come down below sollux ill show you someplace secret

[…The words told the troll to come down below. Well, there wasn’t anything else to do right now, so he just agreed to go back to floor one. When he came across the room with the exhibit “Abyss of the Deep”, Sollux noticed blue footprints that lead to the painting. Supposedly it’s a sign to jump in… Won’t hurt to try, so the troll just jumped in and fell until his feet hit the ground. Two passageways… ‘…Yeah, I’ll go to my left and then my right…’ The psionic walked through the passageway, not really minding the “COME”s that were written in blue on the wall. At the end of the hall, he stumbled upon a table blocking a door. And on the table was a vase with a  yellow rose sitting in it. May as well take it before moving the table. When the table was moved, Sollux turned the doorknob and entered the room to find a portrait of a girl and a blue key on the ground.]

“…When the rose wilts, so will you too wilt away… Sounds like bullshit to me.” [The troll scoffed and picked up the key on the ground. And to his surprise, the girl’s smile in the portrait just widen to the point that made the hacker feel much more uncomfortable. Okay, so now what? The  blue “COME”s had suddenly changed to red “THIEF”s. Not that he really minded… Realizing how wilted the rose looked, Sollux placed it inside the vase that was full of water. And it just suddenly recovered to full health! Now that’s not something you see everyday. Anyway, moving on…]

[Sollux then headed to the other passageway, not even aware that the entrance was gone. At the end of the hall was a blue door. Turned the doorknob, locked. Inserted the key in the keyhole, turned the doorknob, opened. Enter, shut the door. The room was full of sculptures and paintings… Some weren’t even put on display in the original gallery. Wait. Forget the gallery. The door the hacker just shut? It’s locked again. Oh hell what went wrong this time? Suddenly, there was the sound of glass shattering and footsteps from behind. The troll turned around to find that headless mannequins and ladies in red were after him! Oh god oh fuck oh god oh fuck. Time to make a run for it. But there’s just so much in here! Is he even gonna make it?! …Better off safe than sorry.]

[The troll ran and ran and the living exhibits chased and chased. Each time they grabbed him, several petals from his rose fell to the ground. He wanted to attack with his psionics, but the lack of psychic powers rendered him defenseless. When the exhibits had lost track of him, Sollux was already exhausted. So it was true… The rose was his own life, and he was careless enough to lose almost all of them. ‘So it’s game over for me… If I lose my petals, I die…’ The psionic fell to the floor in exhaustion. ‘And if petals are lost, I also suffer from blood loss…’]

“…It’s all so unfair…” [The troll muttered before losing consciousness. ‘Help me…’]

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"Ahm. . . yeah. A blue rose. I'm guessing you have one too?" He asked, a light smile on his face. "I'm not really from the museum either, I am actually from a city in the sky known as Cloudsdale, but that's in a completely different world to the human world." Shrugging, Ryzor looked to the side, "Honestly I don't know what they're doing without me. The workers were kind of the ones who told me about the gallery to begin with but. . ." "I wasn't expecting it to be like some sort of freaking death trap where our life depended on the roses we got."

❦[ OPEN ] - A startling change.

Valvatorez eyed the boy in front of him, taking in how he looked. Deciding whether or not this boy was his friend, or enemy, but he didn’t seem to be much of a threat. “A monster, me?” He found himself giving a light chuckle. 

“Of course I’m not a monster. Pleasure to meet you, Ryzor.”

“My name’s Valvatorez. I’m not from the museum, but if you’re talking about getting  lost in here, then yes. I am.” He gave a light-hearted smile at the male in front of him. 

“Do you happen to have a rose with you?” 

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"What the--" Caught off guard completely, Ryzor stumbled back with an obvious frown on his face now. "I knew something was coming but i wasn't expecting another person." He mumbled. "Whatever, I guess its okay and at least your not a monster. Either way, i think that it would be best i introduce myself. . ." "--I guess."    Still frowning, he stared at the other, examining him. "My name is Ryzor. And who are you. . . ? Are you from the museum as well?"

❦[ OPEN ] - A startling change.

Of course Ryzor himself wasn’t used to going out of the factory, even if just for awhile to go to some human-world exhibit… museum… . thing. In this case it just happened to catch his eye, and when he got to the place he wasn’t too surprised to find that it was pretty unique compared to the things in Cloudsdale, which were appropriately made of clouds. After awhile he grew bored of them and that’s probably how he ended up here to begin with. All of this started with him wandering around, examining the exhibits. There were quite a few strange ones, and just as many decent looking ones. After awhile of examining however, he managed to find a large painting on one of the walls that perked his interest. It almost looked like a whole different world.

“Huh… . What is this?” He wondered as he examined the painting, then looking down to the name to figure out what exactly he was looking at… “Fabricated World”  Or that’s what the painting’s name read. At that very moment, however, the lights started to flicker and crackle. Frowning a bit, Ryzor looked up and sighed. “They must have forgot to pay the electricity bill or something.” And then out of nowhere—- “C O M E … R Y Z O R” Enough joking around, how did this thing even know his name. Frowning, he looked around for the source of the voice that played in his mind, whatever it was, only to her it again- “Come down below Ryzor I’ll show you someplace secret”  Ah well, that was abit awkward, but lets just deal with it for now, deciding it’d be best to leave, Ryzor hurried down the stairs just to go to the door and realize that it was locked! There was no way back out. “G-God damn this, why can’t i just break down this door?” He mumbled to himself, trying to break it down. Of course, you idiot, that isn’t going to work. Idiot. You don’t drink powerthirst so you don’t have energy legs or any stuff like that. Either way, the other choice was to go to the room with the big weird painting of a freaking fish or whatever the hell it was… “Abyss of the Deep” or some stupid thing like that. Either way, Ryzor went in there again just to see that one of the fences were open and there were blue footsteps leading into it. “You’re kidding me right? I have to go in THAT?” He mumbled to himself. “How the heck do i go in a painting!? That’s crazy… I mean, I’ve seen crazy. I MEAN- I am crazy— NO. WAIT.” EITHER WAY, he just bolted right into the painting, tripping over stairs and falling on his face. “FUCK THIS— i mean… shit… that hurt.” Getting up, Ryzor decided to go left! * U * as he walked, he also tended to realize the text on the walls. Oh shit the walls were talking to him again. “COME COME COME COME COME COME COME COME COME” “OKAY I GET IT I’M COMING.” He shouted at the walls, and continued onwards to see a random blue rose in a vase. Fuck this, we’re grabbing this rose and kicking over the goddamn table, then kicking open this door since you couldn’t kick open the other one… THAT DIDN’T GO AS PLANNED… Okay, so now his legs hurt. Either way, he opened the door normally and walked in just to see a strange painting of a woman with closed eyes. “What the fuck is this… oh look… a key.” Ryzor’s attention shifted to the key and then he just PICKS IT UP. And that was when that stupid painting started to grin and stare at him out of nowhere which really freaked him out and he left. Walking in the direction he came he stopped for a moment and looked at the walls.

“Okay. Okay I get it. You were calling to me telling me to come before and now…” The words scribbled on the floor and walls… “THIEF THIEF THIEF THIEF THIEF” Okay. Okay. This was getting annoying now.  Walking past the countless stupid things calling him a thief, ryzor managed to get to the next room, a strange room with many paths. This was odd to him, but he managed to pick one path and follow it until he started hearing noises from far down the hall. Stepping back once, he frowned. “… what is it this time…?” He growled, trying to realize what was coming his way. Little did he know it was probably someone with a rose just like him.

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@ leadingtotragedy (OOC: HEY I TOTALLY KNOW YOU ITS MAE HI i'm so lame i probably sound like a creep i'm sorry.) 

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❦[ OPEN ] - A startling change.

Of course Ryzor himself wasn't used to going out of the factory, even if just for awhile to go to some human-world exhibit. . . museum. . . . thing. In this case it just happened to catch his eye, and when he got to the place he wasn't too surprised to find that it was pretty unique compared to the things in Cloudsdale, which were appropriately made of clouds. After awhile he grew bored of them and that's probably how he ended up here to begin with. All of this started with him wandering around, examining the exhibits. There were quite a few strange ones, and just as many decent looking ones. After awhile of examining however, he managed to find a large painting on one of the walls that perked his interest. It almost looked like a whole different world.

"Huh. . . . What is this?" He wondered as he examined the painting, then looking down to the name to figure out what exactly he was looking at. . . "Fabricated World"  Or that's what the painting's name read. At that very moment, however, the lights started to flicker and crackle. Frowning a bit, Ryzor looked up and sighed. "They must have forgot to pay the electricity bill or something." And then out of nowhere--- "C O M E . . . R Y Z O R" Enough joking around, how did this thing even know his name. Frowning, he looked around for the source of the voice that played in his mind, whatever it was, only to her it again- "Come down below Ryzor I'll show you someplace secret"  Ah well, that was abit awkward, but lets just deal with it for now, deciding it'd be best to leave, Ryzor hurried down the stairs just to go to the door and realize that it was locked! There was no way back out. "G-God damn this, why can't i just break down this door?" He mumbled to himself, trying to break it down. Of course, you idiot, that isn't going to work. Idiot. You don't drink powerthirst so you don't have energy legs or any stuff like that. Either way, the other choice was to go to the room with the big weird painting of a freaking fish or whatever the hell it was. . . "Abyss of the Deep" or some stupid thing like that. Either way, Ryzor went in there again just to see that one of the fences were open and there were blue footsteps leading into it. "You're kidding me right? I have to go in THAT?" He mumbled to himself. "How the heck do i go in a painting!? That's crazy. . . I mean, I've seen crazy. I MEAN- I am crazy-- NO. WAIT." EITHER WAY, he just bolted right into the painting, tripping over stairs and falling on his face. "FUCK THIS-- i mean. . . shit. . . that hurt." Getting up, Ryzor decided to go left! * U * as he walked, he also tended to realize the text on the walls. Oh shit the walls were talking to him again. "COME COME COME COME COME COME COME COME COME" "OKAY I GET IT I'M COMING." He shouted at the walls, and continued onwards to see a random blue rose in a vase. Fuck this, we're grabbing this rose and kicking over the goddamn table, then kicking open this door since you couldn't kick open the other one. . . THAT DIDN'T GO AS PLANNED. . . Okay, so now his legs hurt. Either way, he opened the door normally and walked in just to see a strange painting of a woman with closed eyes. "What the fuck is this. . . oh look. . . a key." Ryzor's attention shifted to the key and then he just PICKS IT UP. And that was when that stupid painting started to grin and stare at him out of nowhere which really freaked him out and he left. Walking in the direction he came he stopped for a moment and looked at the walls.

"Okay. Okay I get it. You were calling to me telling me to come before and now. . ." The words scribbled on the floor and walls. . . "THIEF THIEF THIEF THIEF THIEF" Okay. Okay. This was getting annoying now.  Walking past the countless stupid things calling him a thief, ryzor managed to get to the next room, a strange room with many paths. This was odd to him, but he managed to pick one path and follow it until he started hearing noises from far down the hall. Stepping back once, he frowned. ". . . what is it this time. . .?" He growled, trying to realize what was coming his way. Little did he know it was probably someone with a rose just like him.

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okay, i'll get right to writing the post then! actually i don't think that they are, i'm actually not used to using icons since i mostly roleplayed on deviantart hehe u v u 

 biipolara22hole said:  ogm no sometimes i feel that way too fhdsjksfhdk

(i’d RP with you u v u; Its just really honestly i’m scared of spending time on an open and not getting any responses) (Maybe if I write something you can RP with me idk. I’m not that fabulous at RPing sob) (and this character has so freaking few pictures that I’m borrowing from a character that looks similar to him. I suck.)

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(Ah its fine its fine u v u i was just wondering because I was interested in it. I kinda got headcanons for some of them but i can understand why they wouldn't be on the roleplay list. Its okay to use them as NPCs in the posts of course, though right? Otherwise there'd be like no monster encounters ahah u v u) 

also ryzor-mun, regarding your question about roleplaying as the exhibits from Ib

unfortunately, it won’t work because

1) ogm whats their backstory

2) they’re exhibits turned into monsters. and they chase after people’s roses. It’s not gonna work.

but uh im rly sorry if you wanted to rp one of the exhibits i just

yeha

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 biipolara22hole said:  ogm no sometimes i feel that way too fhdsjksfhdk

(i'd RP with you u v u; Its just really honestly i'm scared of spending time on an open and not getting any responses) (Maybe if I write something you can RP with me idk. I'm not that fabulous at RPing sob) (and this character has so freaking few pictures that I'm borrowing from a character that looks similar to him. I suck.)  

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(Is it bad that i kind of am scared of writing an open starter because i feel it'd be pointless even if i put a lot of effort into it?)

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(For now i'm just going to use pictures of Hakuryuu from Inuzama eleven go as his reaction images okay?)

(Until I commission more reaction images for him and stuff ugh And Hakuryuu looks similar enough to him. u n u; So yeah its only temporary at least!) 

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Ryzor was just wondering around within the strange place, having no idea as to where he was- however it was obvious that something other than himself was here. Raising his guard a bit, Ryzor managed to turn the corner before spotting the other, but as soon as he did he jumped right back into hiding. God, was this another one of those paintings, or maybe something worse? He didn't know at the moment. All he knew was that it probably wasn't for the best to go back the way he came, so he remained hidden from the other around the corner, since he couldn't really do much power wise when away from his factory self.

(Aaa i hope this is okay i couldn't write much u n u;;; -sits in corner of shame- I don't even have any pictures for this character yet i mean i have to commission art of him for it just because he's not that popular yrawioehlfeui) (don't mind me sob) 

Prophetic Flute [Fabricated World Introduction]

New gallery of an unknown artist? This sounds very interesting indeed. Magnifique. Perhaps he should check this gallery out and see what the big deal is with this. Ushiwaka walked right right the doors of the gallery, his long golden locks trailing right after him. He smiled a bit when he saw the looks on the visitors’ faces. What? Never seen a prophet from the Heian Period? Well, that’s to be expected considering not many people live from that time period to this time period. As the prophet walked past the many artworks and paintings, he was not really amused. When was there going to be something similar to the paintings of his time?

A room caught his eye. It was a room with absolutely nothing in it. Ushiwaka walked inside and looked around. Oui, no one here indeed. Then he noticed that giant painting. It was…. magnificent, yes. But it set a strange feeling in him. And that’s when the lights flickered. Probably just a short circuit, so Ushiwaka paid no mind to it at all. Then the lights when out entirely, and the prophet looked up at the lights  that were currently dead. Puzzled, the blonde walked out of the room and went to see if there was anyone else here. Non, and it was strange that no one was there. Heading back to the room with the painting. He looked at the title of the artwork.

‘Fabricated World’…. Again, the name set a strange aura for him. 

Then a blue liquid dripped from behind the canvas of the painting. He heard a sound behind him and immediately by instinct, took out his katana and flutesaber. He put it back when he saw no one was there. Then letters, one by one, appeared on the ground before him. They spelled the words,

‘COME USHIWAKA’

How did this gallery know his name…? This must be some sort of illusion that he was experiencing right now. Just a playful scheme to get him scared. Well he was better than that. It would take a lot to scare a prophet like him. He shrugged, turning the thought away and spun around and was slightly surprised on what he saw. The blue substance merged and created more words saying,

‘come down below ushiwaka

ill show you someplace secret’

Curious as to what would happened next, Ushiwaka obeyed the blue message and took a leisurely stroll down the steps and onto the first floor. There were blue footsteps on the ground leading to somewhere…. a painting? Was he supposed to jump into the painting? This is…. surprising to say the least. Is this telling him that he should just leap? Well, guess he should, because when he looked out the windows, it was pitch black. There was probably nothing outside this gallery right now. Nothing but black darkness. Like the saying goes, ‘Leap Before You Think’. 

The prophet fell onto his behind after leaping into that blank canvas. Wincing, he rubbed his own back a little before looking around. There were two ways he could go. To the left or right. He decided to go to his left, and there were letters telling him to come. There at the corner, was a table. On the table was a vase, and a beautiful red rose stood proudly in it. With caution, Ushiwaka gingerly picked it up. He noticed a door and opened it. Walking in, he saw a portrait of a woman smiling. Why was this just in a single room. The prophet noticed a key and took it. Getting up while turning around, his eyes widened. Was he imagining it, or did the portrait’s smile grow… wider?

Shaking his head, he walked out and then decided to walk the other direction. He flinched when the ‘COME’s turned to ‘THIEF’s. Wah?! He didn’t steal anything! He continued walking in the other direction and saw a locked door. He used the key and unlocked the door. He heard the click and opened the door to reveal two hallways.

“I’m gonna need Pillowtalk and my katana… Who knows what could be in this room after that grinning portrait…?” Reaching for his sword, Ushiwaka felt nothing but air. He scrambled to get his flute out and summon the green blade that resides in it, but nothing came out. “Monsieur Pillowtalk… What is wrong?”

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WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

"Ah. . . That? why would you want to know about that, mm~?"

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Now, a rainbow’s tale isn’t quite as nice 
As the story we knew of sugar and spice But, a rainbow’s easy once you get to know it With the help of the magic of a pegasus device Let’s delve deeper into rainbow philosophy 
Far beyond that of Cloudsdale’s mythology 
It’s easy to misjudge that floating city
 With it’s alluring decor and social psychology But, with all great things comes a great responsibility 
That of Cloudsdale’s being weather stability
 How, you ask, are they up to the task
? To which the answer is in a simple facility
 In the Rainbow Factory, where your fears and horrors come true
 In the Rainbow Factory, where not a single soul gets through In the Rainbow Factory, where your fears and horrors come true
 In the Rainbow Factory, where your fears and horrors come true
 In the Rainbow Factory, where not a single soul gets through In the Rainbow Factory, where your fears and horrors come true
 In the Rainbow Factory, where not a single soul gets through