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[dreamsofnoah]

[Road's laughing and writing her name in the air with a sparkler, Lero flying around screaming behind her as he tries to put out the dozen or so that she stuck to him.]

Ding dong~, the year is dying ♪ But it's not quite dead yet. Still opening new doors for us, I see, and where there were none before. I wonder...

[The last light of the sparkler

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[1000year_earl]

[The Millennium Earl is eying some faded photographs when she arrived. They are blurry and aged with time. The faces are unfamiliar, but he flips through them anyway. He checks the backs for any scribbles or mentions of names.]

[dreamsofnoah]

[She looks around him at the photographs, slipping the journal and pen he'd asked for into one of his voluminous coat's pockets while doing so.]

They look so old...

[1000year_earl]

Apparently this has been here quite some time. Have you ever wandered down here before? ♥

[dreamsofnoah]

I haven't, there wasn't any way to get down here before. I wonder what the City is playing at this time.

[1000year_earl]

The City does act like a beast of its own. Growing, changing, and adapting. Perhaps what we need is to find its core. Its heart. ♥

[dreamsofnoah]

Some people think that that's the Clock down in the Underground, the one they say is counting down to the end of all the worlds. You've heard the ticking that won't stop unless you've got company? That's from the Clock. But it seems impossible to get to it, a lot of people have tried. Lulu wanted to try too, while she was still here.

[1000year_earl]

[He ponders this as he walks or rather waddles.]

Curious. Curious. Does it every chime? ♥ I have heard a story once.

[dreamsofnoah]

Not that I've ever heard...

[She takes his arm and skips along besides him, a few of her candles appearing to light their way.]

A story~? Tell me ♪