[Mukuro appears to be on a bench, a short distance away from all this festival business. Not that he's not enjoying it...he's just already stocked up on all the popcorn and choco-bananas he can carry.

He looks directly at his communicator and muses over something for a moment before speaking.There's a man named Byakuran here, isn't there? Does ( Read more... )

[Mukuro's dream isn't too terribly complex, however there is a lot to be had. First off, the room itself is the epitome of disarray. There are several desks, or what were desks, overturned and broken. Papers are scattered, ripped and forgotten. Technology is now a technical mess with broken glass everywhere. However these are not important are they ( Read more... )