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Mastema turned himself away from the screens for a moment when Nana quietly spoke. His hand moved from stroking her back to being placed on her forearm. "Hmm.... good morning, dear. I hope I did not disturb your sleep." The sound had stopped, but Mastema was still analyzing it. As he was speaking to Nana, he remembered..... someone almost exactly the same had happened before, only the last time Nana had vividly responded to it. He immediately had Zio run a cross-check between this sound and the last.

KB's forces would be waiting some time. The barrier would not be dropped until the other was ready to replace it.

As Nana propped herself up by him, Mastema reached his left arm behind her back held onto her, her side in contact with his. "Occupying my brain with thought, you could say. A few hours ago, Zio picked up the most peculiar sound, albeit I am not sure it's a sound at all. The sound stimulates the auditory nerves and the parts of the brain associated with interpreting sound, but it has very little interaction and movement with air to cause its effect; I do not believe it is a naturally occurring sound. What makes it even stranger is its distance to the origin. Zio estimates that it could have originated as far as one-hundred kilometers away without losing potency, meaning its radius could probably scour this entire region." The sound could very well extend beyond the region, but the range was the least of Mastema's concerns. His concern was with who had caused it, and having been reminded of the prior event, he had his suspects.

"The children are all awake. Trilla and Micha are together at your library. They have probably picked a book for themselves. Eecheb is on his way back here after... well I suppose the best term would be 'exercising,' in his own unique manner. Thanatos left the tower and went to the Peace very early this morning, and now he has shut himself up in his room the work on something." Eecheb's exercising was obviously pushing dumpsters around. Though it didn't seem like much, the dumpsters were still metal and quite heavy, especially to a young boy, so no doubt his legs and arms were satisfactorily. Mastema wasn't joking when he said Than had 'shut himself up.' The boy had been exceedingly reclusive considering the amount of free time he had. Of course, no one but he and Mastema knew the series of circumstances which now ailed him. Mastema disbanded several the screens, needing to wait for Zio to process more information.

In the time that Nana took to pause, Mastema stroked his hand along Nana's hair. Mastema couldn't help but scoff lightly at the mention of Cole, who'd done nothing but damage his tower since arriving. "There is nothing to worry about. The entire time, the man has done nothing but sleep and nothing else so it would seem. Really I should have him removed from the citadel at the next chance I get, lest he cause me grief later." Cole had no purpose in this citadel. It would be more advantageous to make him fodder for KB. Even if Cole was useful, Mas had no need of any new recruits.

Upon his return to the tower, Eecheb would find Proto absent, though he probably wouldn't miss the bot and would simply continue unhindered to the cafeteria. Proto himself was still overseeing construction. It would probably be some time yet before anything was ready.

"Hmm? What?" Mastema took a moment to follow Nana's line of sight to the box on the piano. The box itself was a nice little craft made of dark brown, varnished wood and gold lining. Mastema himself seemed to pause for a moment, as if he was thinking of whether or not he would even answer Nana's question. "Ah.... no, that is something that Slayer returned to me, you could say. Quite some time ago, in my youth rather, I asked Slayer to keep some of my belongings in his possession in case anything should happen to me. Really, I don't have any purpose in getting them back. So Slayer had given him back something which he no longer felt he needed. It seemed strange, but it sounded like the box contained some of Mastema's old personal possessions. "Although," Mastema continued, "Perhaps it would be better if..."

After a moment of silence passed, following Mastema cutting himself off by not finishing, he slowly got up, letting Nana sit upright where he was. She would see him stand, walk around the bed, retrieve the small treasure box, and return to her side just as he had been a moment before. On the course of his walking to and from the piano to get the box, he continued where he'd left off. "Really, I suppose calling it a 'personal possession' undermines what it really is to me. It is also true that if I just let it sit here I suppose it would be no better than any kind of sacrilege. It is time it was passed on as it should have been." By now, Mastema was once again with his side to Nana's and holding the box in his lap. Reaching his thumb around, he patiently unlocked the small latch on the front and opened the lid. The inside was coated with a purple velvet, which only highlighted the real contents. Overlapping eachother were two, finely shined gold bracelets. The designs on both of them were more than intricate: the engravings swirled and looped, even made other shapes, in unpredictable manners. The bracelets weren't even symmetrical; each part of the bracelet was completely unique from another part. The craftsmen had obviously been divinely inspired in making the engravings. The most impressive part, however, was how the crystal clear diamonds were integrated into the precious metal. The diamonds, if they could be called that, were not shaped like gems but instead had been crafted and imbedded in the metal in such a way that the transition was seamless; one could run his finger over the surface and not tell that he had gone over a transition and onto another surface. The gold under the diamonds only made those pieces shine brighter; they flew together fluently.

Mastema grinned softly at those words. Mastema carefully scooped them out of the box and held them in one palm. He dragged his thumb at the rim of one of them and turned it slightly; because the pattern never repeated on either of them, one could continue following the rim thinking the pattern continued infinitely, or they could think that the pattern on the opposite side somehow changed when they weren't looking. One could also note that fingerprints didn't seem to show up on the gems or the metal; Mastema's face held a rather somber expression in examining them. "Indeed; they are millenium upon millenium in age and not one sign of deterioration. The craftsmen himself was someone, for lack of better terms, remarkable. As for the one who gave these to me.... well that person was significant part of my early life." So they had both been made and belonged to people important to Mastema when he was younger. One could only think what the relationship between the three was. Still, Mastema said he had no need for these anymore, so perhaps that was a null point. After another moment of admiring the jewelry, Mastema held the palm with the bracelets to Nana. "I can think of no one who the craftsmen, the former possessor, and myself would rather pass these on to than yourself. They were made by and belonged to people who were more important than anything to me in the past, and I believe whole heartedly that they would rightfully belong to you, my dearest."

::Tyrsais would simply sit silent for the moment staring at his new ally. Although with time Yuri would be better able to sense the emotions and thoughts of his master for now their bond was weak and Tyrsais was the only one aware of how to make use of it. He would begin to tap his hand on the desk in front of him hoping it might snap Yuri into reality::