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[USEC_OFFICER]

Bismuth also admires the landscape.

Neferis's arms are resting on Bismuth's hips, her head tilted to peers around Bismuth's shoulders at the surrounding countryside, being a bit too short to peer over them. "It's beautiful."

[ragnarok97071]

The ACTUAL marie is indeed Tori-ing. Cue extreme snuggling.

"We haven't been together long enough. Let's do shenanigans~ Maybe scare the populace? :3"

"Unfortunately, there aren't many that I'd care to frighten around here."

[Projeck37]

Ashley actually seems... surprised.
"What's this for, hun?"

[GreatWyrmGold]

((You know, I've been complaining about this, I might as well do something about it...))

When Alistair gets out of school or whatever, back on Tuesday, Angel's there.
"Alistair! Alistair! Over here!"

[ragnarok97071]

Ashley actually seems... surprised.
"What's this for, hun?"

"We're gonna see your friends." She smiles at her.

[Twi]

Bismuth grins, leaning over and kissing Neferis on the cheek. "It certainly is~"
Marie pouts.

"But i want to go looking for trouble~"

[OREOSOME]

* Sentient Bowtie shamelessly posts after ignoring everyone for two days.

* Sentient Bowtie has no idea what's going on.

Lyle is near Chibi!Catherine and Marie.

Chibi!Catherine is just gonna snuggle with Marie for a bit, adorably. And... Oh hey she's got the Veil that caused it with her, too.

[Projeck37]

Ashley's eyes show shock. She smiles, hugs her daughter, and silently walks through the gate.

[kj1225]

Kyle calls Ashley's bracelet having just finished training again. He literally has done it ten times a day. Every day.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Bismuth grins, leaning over and kissing Neferis on the cheek. "It certainly is~"

Neferis blinks slowly, and then kisses Bismuth, "Can we visit it?"

[ragnarok97071]

MEANWHILE, ON KYLE'S FRONT LAWN!

A split in the air, as if reality itself had been cut by some unimaginably sharp knife. Thin as a razor, a single line of dark light that bridges the ceiling and floor. Around it, a circle begins to glow, script forming, symbols twisting and contorting through a thousand languages before eventually settling.
‘Per me si va ne la città dolente,
per me si va ne l'etterno dolore,
per me si va tra la perduta gente.
Giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore:
fecemi la divina podestate,
la somma sapienza e 'l primo amore.
Dinanzi a me non fuor cose create
se non etterne, e io etterno duro.
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate’
The line seems to branch out, curving, arcing, loops and whorls of dark matter tracing out from its central split. A wire framework forms of a door, massive, well over ten feet tall, easily wide enough for two or three men to walk abreast, before being filled in, empty air becoming black stone, seemingly eternally inert and immobile.
The sound of chimes, bells, woven into the hair of a small girl.
The door begins to open, its massive leaves moving ever so slowly outward, nothing behind them but an eternal, all-consuming night.

The first thing to step out from the opening was a woman. A decently tall, petite woman, to be exact. Her black hair falling down roughly to her waist, and her violet eyes glowing. She calmly walks forward, her combat boots sounding against the ground, the lengthy, red, torn scarf around her neck, trailing behind. The blackness of her trenchcoat as dark as the night, and its end hitting her ankle as she stopped moving. She rests a hand on the hilt of her sheathed katana. She was unsure if this was still the home of her friends, but perhaps it still was.

Beside and behind her walks a small child, as dark of hair as the woman, though her eyes were perhaps just a shade or two darker lavender than her mother’s, a seeming compromise between her own violet discs and the utter oblivion of her father’s. Ribbons and small strips of multicolored cloth are seemingly woven into the dress she wears, floating about as she walks, small chimes on their ends tinkling like a light rain as she paces into the room, head bobbing.
And then she falls over, tripping over her own shoelaces, and faceplants against the hard ground. She sniffles, trying to keep herself from crying, and then jumps up, clinging to the older woman and bawling.
“Moomaaaa, I fell oveeer…”
“I’m sorry, dear. I’ll see if you have any scrapes once we see if my friends are here.”
The woman smiles at the child lovingly. Oh, how clumsy she could be sometimes.
“Okay…” She extricates herself from her mother’s arms, reaching up to grab hold of her hand. “Are your friends nice? I’ve never met creation-people before… are they scary?” Says the girl who repeatedly brings many-tentacled, fanged horrors home and tries to keep them as pets.
“They are very nice, yes. Just be careful around the one named Kyle~” The woman grins, obviously kidding about the advances of the one known as Kyle.
“... The Low-lee-kawn?” She giggles, remembering her mother’s stories.
“Yes, the Low-lee-kawn~” She playfully ruffles her child’s hair.
“Okay, if he does anything bad, Gate-chan will cut him up, okay-kay~?” … That should NOT sound that adorable.
“Try not to cut him up too badly~”
“Aaaw, but I like cutting things… :<”
“I know dear, but Kyle is still a friend~”
“Haaaaai…”
“Now, let’s see if they are home.” The woman wanders up to the gate of the castle, and knocks. Oddly enough, the knocks actually are loud as fuck because amplified sound is simple.

Spoiler: Ashley (click to show/hide)

http://i.imgur.com/sX9EpsA.jpg

Spoiler: Nodoka (click to show/hide)

http://i.imgur.com/7AnI1ma.jpg

[mcclay]

Bethany looks out a window.
"Wat?"

[Twi]

Meanwhile, WHAT.

Bismuth nods at Neferis. Then WHAT.
Marie is still trying to get Tori to go looking for trouble with her. Or at least on a date.

[kj1225]

Kyle blinks and walks to the nearby front door and opening it.

[Projeck37]

((And no, they aren't going to recognize Ashley because she looks fairly older (roughly 21) and she now has black hair and is rather pale. She looks like this.))

Kyle receives a hug as he opens it!
"Gods, it has been too long..."