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Moé looked up at him. Her pupils were missing; she was in the deepest state of hypnosis possible.
She phased past him, her hip accidentally hitting his, and walked to the door.
She opened it, and a large line off children-- of varying races, but all under the age of 9-- in a perfect line.
Moé went into the tail end of the long line.

Upon getting close to said line, one could hear a flute playing a distinct rhythm, and the children [Moé included] singing a distinct, lyrical song in unison.
[[...ummm...?]]

Moé did not hear him, and continued singing, following the line of children.
"Children of the broken home,
follow Ko-ko-pell-li!
Here we wander and we roam,
to Ridley's soft white bel-ly!"

Moé wrenched her shoulder away with some sort of newfound strength.
Then, the flute-playing stopped, and the children, as if in some sort of domino fashion, crumpled to the floor.
"So," a semi-familiar voice said from a distance, though it was booming in the presence of silence, "You wish to interfere? I can smell the alcohol on your breath. You're the child's father, aren't you? Sorry, I specialize in taking children of dysfunctional homes to new, better ones. You failed as a parent."
[[Reynard: ...
Valentine: ...]]
There was the sound of footsteps as said figure came closer, but in the air, it felt as if there was some sort of radiation in the air as he came closer.

'Kokopelli' came closer, and as he walked through the streetlights, he had yellowish eyes, pale skin, and black hair-- about Moé's length-- that curled at the ends.
It was Montblanc.
[[XD]]

Montblanc paused, and recognized Caleb.
"Wait, aren't you a teacher?"
He pointed to Moé.
"I'm taking that child to a better home. Wait..."
He blinked.
"Who is that...?"
As he walked closer, the air became tenser and tenser.

Montblanc paused.
"This... force in the air..."
He paused.
"By chance... no. The reincarnation of my mother must be a better parent. That can't be the second messiah, in my line..."
He shook his head.
"Besides, this girl is an adult, or looks to be close to it. Moé, the only child left in the family, is supposed to still be..."
He continued walking closer.
"A child..."
Montblanc, however, would not be fazed this time from seeing his only great-grandchild for the first time in their lives.
He walked right next to her, and then, taking off both gloves, he stuck a hand that phased into her chest, beginning to pull out a gleaming, golden thread.

Montblanc was twining the string around his fingers, and then examined it closely.
"I'm reading her soul. The pattern it makes between my fingers is what tells me about her..."
He paused.
"Is my first son-in-law-- Azrael-- out of this vicinity?"