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[It's one of those areas that's a beach, night time, full moon, pale sand and surf, dark dark water. Sitting on the sand not too far from the waves, several empty bottles and several more full ones scattered around him, is Tyki. He lounges under the moon, a pale wisp of smoke rising from his cigarette as he stares blankly at the ocean.]
[Taking his cigarette from his lips he presses it to the fuse of a firework, one of many he's got nearby. It lights, bursting into bright, multi-colored explosive glory as it launches, illuminating the water with bright colors before it fades and leaves just the monochrome moonlight.]
[Taking his cigarette from his lips he presses it to the fuse of a firework, one of many he's got nearby. It lights, bursting into bright, multi-colored explosive glory as it launches, illuminating the water with bright colors before it fades and leaves just the monochrome moonlight.]