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"Turning and turning in the widening gyre..... the falcon cannot hear the falconer." The V5 almost singing to itself as it flew, its ten wing flaps making it float through the sky in a daze, almost soundless at such low thrust. "Things fall apart..... the center cannot hold; mere anarchy is loosed upon the world." V5 then turned on its back and flew without looking where it was going. "The blood dimmed tide is loosed, and every the ceremony of innocence is drowned. The best lack all convictions...... while the worst are full of passionate intensity."

The unit stopped moving parallel to the ground and simply hovered in the air. "Surely some revelation is at hand." The fifth unit looked to the sky, held out its palm to the same spot it had directed Proto. In the moonlight, its hand actually began to quiver. "Surely the second coming is at hand." the fist stops quivering and clenches tightly.

Back in his room, Mastema was contemplating onc more "Hmm.... perhaps 8 could help after all..... it's not going to go anywhere or be of any us otherwise." He was talking to himself, seeing that no one else was around to talk to.

*Finally reaching the lobby area of the tower, Nana would breifly look around. Proto was out, but nothing seemed out of place otherwise, all seemed well. So, if everything was ok, she might as well head back up. Mastema had after all asked that Nana return a little early, he wanted to talk about something. Perhaps plans for the children's up and coming second birthday? Maybe... Well Nana wouldn't know until she got there, so turning right around, Nana would start her trek back up to level ninety-nine*

Almost the moment Nana had closed the door, Nana would b able to smell a floral fragrance which was very sweet. No more than a few inches in front of her face, Mastema was holding a boquet of 20 white roses with a single red one in the middle of it, protruding a little further than the others. Mastema smiled slightly, his free hand wrapped behind his back. "Good evening, dear."

Mastema released the flowers to Nana with grace. Stepping up, he wrapped his arm around the back of her waist and walked her further into the room. "Well I know you deserve far more than that many, but I didn't think you would be able to hold so many. So I put them everywhere else." As Nana came to the main part of the room, Mastema waved his arm out. Nana would find the entire room had been laden with other roses, more specifically rose petals in some cases. Red roses were predominant, but white added contrast here and there. The dressers, tables, floor, and of course the bed were covered.

Only a light chuckle came as his response. The hand on her back moved up to her neck and Mastema lightly tilted her head toward his, touching his temple atop her head. "It's been two years...... I wanted to give you something a little more memorable." Two years it had been, and oddly enough there was still a lot Nana didn't know about Mastema, and they hadn't been as flamboyant as some other couples, but they were using time more than anyone else. Mastema simply hoped Nana still had room to grow and change with him. He still felt there was much that bound his wife to her past that needed to be unbound.

Of course, Mastema wasn't so simple as to leave an anniversary gift at just a 'few' roses. Mastema cleared his throat and held an open palm toward the bed. On Nana's side was a mid-sized, wrapped box meant for her. What was inside was a gift for Nana, though arguably it was something Mas might have gotten for himself instead.

He chuckled once when she noticed the box, letting her go to walk over to it. He nodded at her question. "It's for you. So I don't think there's a problem with letting you open it. I know it might not quite be your usual style, but I wanted to get something unpredicatable." He grinned lightly.