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Misplaced (13) : Things are just vanishing. Maybe it’s the heat, or the chaos of the times, but even if you swear you put something somewhere, it might be gone. Maybe as quickly as you exit a room and return. Usually it’s only small things; sometimes you might hear a strange rattling just before something disappears, but once it’s gone, it’s gone. So far, it’s mostly things that aren’t too big, but recently there have been reports of cars just disappearing, too…
"Did you see the Star Festival's back? And there's weird s**t happening again. There was weird s**t happening at last year's Star Festival, too. Was there also weird s**t happening the year before?"
Asphodel sighed into the sweet summer air while the trees rustled above them. He remembered meeting Kerberos here. During the Star Festival. Because of some bizarre magical tune in the air pulling them into in emotionally fraught dance. That was one among several vulnerable, disoriented moments he had gone through upon his return to Destiny City. A year later, he was annoyed all of those moments had happened.
"This is what we get for ******** around in Elysium," he grimly surmised. "Except for that alien salesman, I think he's just a coincidence. Anyway, I was hoping you had a moment to talk about something I noticed in one of your reports." He looked to Lyonesse, who had joined the Piercing Sun recently after Kerberos passed along the recommendation, before fishing a piece of signet-stamped paperwork out of subspace.
Noir Songbird
