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Angele falls face first into the soft grass asleep.

Pixie wasn't really paying much attention as she worked on the blade but Sonnet was. He watches Ammon to see The Echo slip from his hand. Sonnet flickers out of the way of a stray sound wave that the blade just felt like unleashing as it embedded into the ground. He shifts Daniela into his right arm and slips his left through the air and seems to disrupt the sound from the blade so that the pitch wouldn't be too high as to startle the tiny infant he cradled. Pixie, wincing from the sound of the blade, turns her head to look at Ammon before turning back around to see The Echo in the ground before her. She could see the slight vibrations of the weapon and smirks at it. Perhaps she could lift it this time in order to see if her design was close enough to the real thing? She extends a hand and grasps the blade. Slowly, steadily she raises the blade out of the ground. She then snatches up her replica of the blade and twirls both around. The sounds sound obviously different but after distributing a small amount of chakra into The Echo Replica it sounded closer like it. After much thought Pixie changes the element of the blade using a device beneath her chest plate. A cranking sound fills the air a moment before fading out of hearing. After a minute Pixie's hair begins to sway with the wind and take on a sky blue color. Her eyes focus on each blade as her eyes take on a sky blue like her hair. Once the wind begins to swirl around her replica silently the two blades sound the same. It took enhancing in order for her blade to emit the same level of sound as the real thing. That was a sign that... she had succeeded in creating the replica. She dances around while twirling the blades happily. Sonnet whistles to the tune coming from the blades before wiggling around the fingers on his left arm. A song begins to play almost out of no where. He must be using his Melody Arm to create music. Sonnet and Pixie had a lot of moments like this... very random moments like these.

Angele snaps awake hearing music and looks around. After a moment she recognizes a familiar laugh and sighs before going back to sleep. Hopefully Rafael would return soon.

Pixie and Sonnet noticed the change in sound but didn't know where it came from. They did not bother over it because they liked the enhancement in the tune. Not only that but the sound seemed harmless for the time being. Pixie was amused with The Echo at the fact that it did not try and slip from her grasp yet. Perhaps the blade was becoming more susceptible to people? She hoped so. It worked her nerves dropping the blade over and over. She wouldn't even imagine the heartache that would emerge if the blade were damaged just because she was not worthy to hold it. She wondered if The Echo was a symbiotic being like the Soul Edge or if it was just a defensive thing when it came to its allowing people to hold it.

Angele snorts awake and looks around just catching the last notes of the melody Ammon played. She knew someone was there. Someone had to be there. There was no way she was imagining things. She felt the undeniable urge. Whenever she felt an urge like that it meant an outside force was telling her something that she HAD to obey. She always has such urges. But now... now there was nothing in the area. No hard pavement at all. Just soft grass. Where did the footsteps come from? Had she had a bad dream? But the urge, it was undeniable. She could not deny it. What the heck kind of music was Pixie and Sonnet playing?

Maybe it was there own fault for not questioning the change of the tune. Maybe it was there fault for not looking over at Ammon to see if he had something to do with it. Maybe they were too careless. At any rate, they didn't notice the change of tune until it was already altered. Pixie continues dancing, slowing, slowing. The tempo was changing, the melody was changing, the song itself and the feeling that came from the tune had completely changed. Even the melody played by Sonnet was different. Was it him? The footsteps sound so real. Could she not look around? Despite her bodily makeup being that of diamond, a shiver actually wracks her body. She shook as if cold. Sonnet did the same. Even little Daniela reacted to the tune. Pixie was concerned, yes. But she didn't NOT like the sound she was hearing. It send a chill up her spine that she always loved. Fear was something she rarely felt nowadays. It seemed to be so much more exhilarating than the fear she felt when she had to fight against a league of powerful ninja nearly five years ago. Hidden Snow, was it? This feeling didn't come close. Sonnet could feel it too. He didn't like it as much as Pixie but it was enjoyable for him. Even when he looked around foolishly to find footsteps that weren't there. He was not angered that he had been fooled by music nor was he embarrassed for looking around despite him telling himself it was nothing more than the music toying with him. It made him happy. Even tiny Daniela did not cry in fear. She liked the feeling just as Sonnet and Pixie did. it was almost as if she were of their flesh and blood the way she reacted to the frightening sound. Once it faded away Pixie frowned. "A taste and then it's gone," she sighs. Daniela babbles in amusement as Sonnet stops playing on his Melody Arm.

"Where did that come from?" Sonnet sounded out of breath. What a wondrous melody. Pixie turns her head this way and that before setting her sights on Ammon. Before she can speak she lays down The Echo.

"That was you? That was... AMAZING!" She steps away from The Echo as she clasps her hands together. Her cheeks were a vibrant pink. She was so amused by the melody that her skin actually took another tone than the blue she often had. She was like a mood ring though her colors meant differently than a mood rings would.

Angele rocks back and forth on the ground a while before stopping then starting again.

Just as the blade falls to the ground tendril like claws shoot out and catch it in a pillow of chakra. Pixie's, of course. She retracts her claws as her Diamond form fades away to reveal her normal form, the pink faded out. Sonnet gets a grip and strolls over to a tree. he sits down and leans back against the tree as Daniela sighs blissfully having fallen asleep. "That was really something. I haven't felt that kind of fear in a long time." Pixie couldn't seem to stop thinking about that melody. She wondered if Sonnet could play something like that sometime. Maybe not out of nowhere like that. He probably wouldn't play something that wonderful unless it were meant for battle. Sonnet was far too mellow for such tunes. She twirls her blade in her hand before strolling back over to her workbench. Perhaps she could tweak her creation a little more? She could add an orb onto the end of the weapon in order to supply the weapon with a faster method of changing attribute. Or maybe she could make the weapons sound waves more potent like that of The Echo's? Oh the possibilities. "I wanna thank you for letting me examine your blade like this. People rarely do. They usually don't trust me much. But I'd never harm someones weapon when it's in my possession for no reason or try and steal it or anything. I dunno. People don't trust what they don't understand." Sonnet's eyes had closed but he pops one open to look at Pixie. He soon shuts it as she sits and begins working on her replica. After a moment Sonnet's entire body lights up and begins shifting as if transforming. After a few moments the lights cracks and then the bits of it clatter to the ground and disappear to reveal a new form that Sonnet so suddenly decided to take. Pixie turns and admires the new form and a purr slips from behind her lips. She clears her throat and then gets back to work. Why the sudden change in form?

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Angele sees a rock.

Seeing as none of her additions aided the blade much she sighs and tosses the blade over to Ammon. Her chakra was still wrapped around it just in case it would fall from Ammon's hands. It made a whistling noise as it sailed through the air. Pixie would stand with her blade as she examines Sonnet much more thoroughly with her eyes.

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Angele watches the rock.

Pixie fans a hand at him before sighing. "I wouldn't call it a fake. I would call it a weak copy. I'm not very good at copying weapons in truth. But I couldn't just not try and copy that wondrous blade." She picks at the blade a little, her eyes slowly falling from Sonnet to the blade she carried. "So you travel alone I take? Don't you ever get lonesome or bored?" Sonnet sighs lazily. his eyes were shut but he wasn't tired. He, like many other homunculus, did not truly need to rest. He doesn't do enough work to anyone. His laid back attitude now is always the attitude he has. He doesn't much enjoy going too far out of his way to do anything unless for Pixie or Daniella. Unlike Pixie or Sonnet, Daniella slumbers often. Interesting.

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