[there is yet another new face on the seal, though the individual in question doesn't seem to realize that he is, in fact, broadcasting. He's got somewhat wild blond hair and piercing orange eyes with a mild expression as he examines the object in his hands. There's something odd about this device, though, which is why he turns it over slowly in
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definitely didn't expect this]
P-Primo?!
[W-Wasn't he suppose to be]
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Decimo.
[it was even more apparent now that he was no longer connected to the Vongola Sky ring. This was more than a little disconcerting.]
Might you enlighten me as to where we are?
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O-Of course. We're in this city called splendor. It takes people from different worlds and times through a music box.
[What is this what is going on his head ow]
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[there is a vague memory of such a thing, right before he awoke in the building behind him. It must be an incredibly powerful item if it could revive him from the dead, separate his spirit from the ring.]
How long have you been in this place?
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imagine his surprise when the most familiar voice in the world breaks the silence induced by his thought, the noise emanating from the small object clutched in his hand. the feed gives a swift blur as he quickly brings it to his view, hoping with all his might that whatever this device was, it would lead him to the owner of that precious voice.]
--Primo?!
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[this was becoming more and more perplexing by the moment, and he stares back at the seal as his most trusted companion's face fills the screen. The device was a little frustrating - he could see and hear his friend, but he had no idea where he was - in the device? Was he just somewhere else in this city?]
Where are you?
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[he takes a moment to look up, looking to and fro to quickly absorb his surroundings; just a park, nothing remarkable, nothing terribly amiss except for the fact that he knows he is dead, should be dead. what the hell is going on?]
I'll find you. Where are you at right now? Can you tell me?
[despite the implication for his boss to stay put, he himself begins walking, no real destination in mind-- he knows he needs to get moving though, needs to start making things happen so answers start coming.]
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I appear to be in a park. There's a structure like the Eiffel tower in front of me in the distance, and I can see the steps of the large building I awoke in behind me.
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The only questioning Enma is doing at the moment is a vague, anger-blinded sort of WHY? as his fingers curl around the seal and he angrily hisses out a reply]
Nowhere you belong.
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You are Cozart's descendant, Enma.
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And you're the man who killed him.
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Do I?
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