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[fuckyousoleil]

[observant types may notice thin, very thin, thread-like objects snapping through the air, heading towards the gaping void. They work quickly; the seams seem to come together rapidly, smoothly, as if it were nothing.]

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[moefortono]

[Looking very hard at the direction those threads were going in. Very hard.]

That couldn't have just ...

[moefortono]

It looked like thread -- but harder to see, so more like spiders' thread.

And it was headed for that big tear, like it was unraveling in reverse. ... and the hole is gone, too.

[moefortono]

But what's tearing it up?

[moefortono]

[Tsukasa-san, of course.] It's possible.

[moefortono]

Mm, so do I. But we can't fight an enemy we don't know about. We're just going to have to wait.

[moefortono]

It could be that we've become too comfortable, here, too.

[moefortono]

I don't think it matters much.

[moefortono]

It would be nice if this place did a lot of things.