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"It's been a while..." Reever thought, his pen-callused hand played idly in the fountain water. The same left hand that a young Kanda, almost a year ago, cleaved right through the middle of. A thin, pale line, like as if permanently painted on, is his only remembrance of the event. The silver bracelets, a gift from his Tyki, followed gravity in a lazy float.
With a breath the Australian gazed around the empty grounds; a look of contemplation eased its way on his rugged face. Where is the Lavi, a Noah, that he'd befriended? Where is the Allen from the playground ("Playground?" Only greens and petals and bushes and trees can be seen from where he sits. Staring at the area where there was once a grand jungle gym, tire swings and twisting slide, he mused, "What playground?")? Where is the Linalee, Little Miss Mockingbird? Where is the Link that killed him, or the Miss Fey that he ate lunch with?
The Supervisor's assistant asked aloud to himself, with an answer already in mind.
"Where is everybody?"
With a breath the Australian gazed around the empty grounds; a look of contemplation eased its way on his rugged face. Where is the Lavi, a Noah, that he'd befriended? Where is the Allen from the playground ("Playground?" Only greens and petals and bushes and trees can be seen from where he sits. Staring at the area where there was once a grand jungle gym, tire swings and twisting slide, he mused, "What playground?")? Where is the Linalee, Little Miss Mockingbird? Where is the Link that killed him, or the Miss Fey that he ate lunch with?
The Supervisor's assistant asked aloud to himself, with an answer already in mind.
"Where is everybody?"