[He tilts his head to the side, humming lightly as he lets the trident prop on the ground. He gazes at you with sightless eyes, blue-grey swirling with a bit of amusement.
It takes a moment, as he searches the realms of dreams within his subconscious, wandering, looking before--ah.
There is something different.]
...Did this island do something awful again?
[He remembers the mermaids, and their twisted little games--remember them like the nightmarish edge to a faraway dream.]
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Hello, signore Revya.
[His tone is amused--this is surprisingly nostalgic. Once upon a time, he remembers as a child: an island and its inhabitants.
When he returned home, it was as though he awoke from a dream.
And now he has returned to that dream.]
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So it is you, Nebbia~
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[He tilts his head to the side, humming lightly as he lets the trident prop on the ground. He gazes at you with sightless eyes, blue-grey swirling with a bit of amusement.
It takes a moment, as he searches the realms of dreams within his subconscious, wandering, looking before--ah.
There is something different.]
...Did this island do something awful again?
[He remembers the mermaids, and their twisted little games--remember them like the nightmarish edge to a faraway dream.]
You feel different.
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[Though it seems, it wasn't really everyone after all]
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[And he doesn't have any memory of a shrinking event. How interesting.]
Is everybody all right though?
[Have a small chuckle, as the trident in his hand shakes, crumbles and fades away into mist.]
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