Nemesis and Hurricane's Ideal World: Session 1

[The sky above is a deep, unnatural crimson, filled with roiling clouds and creatures that are a sickly oil-slick black. They writhe and wriggle like something out of a Lovecraftian nightmare; they have entirely too many eyes, and entirely too many wings, and when they open their mouths, they have entirely too many teeth]
[Below them, the city of Tokyo is half-shattered; above the rooftops, mechanized suits the size of people hover in the air, darting in out of the chaos, laser blasts and explosions and wickedly sharp blades fighting tirelessly against the endless onslaught]
[Until finally, the last creature falls]
[All at once, civilians flood the streets of the city; the lights come on in all the buildings, which somehow have become whole again, safe and unharmed. A cheer goes up from the crowd. Overhead, a stunning fireworks display paints the night with light and color]
[And they all lived happily ever after]
[The end]

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[But now to do the OPPOSITE of big to small and he's gonna TURN INTO AN ELEPHANT.]
[AND SORRY FOR YOUR EARS, HEALERS.]
[Rye is going to trumpet as loud as he can and according to Google, its like a jet engine passing at a 1000 feet.]
[Time to see if the inside is soundproofed from the party outside.]
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1/?
But--]
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--The hell'd you do to my kitchen!?
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there's a lot of animals in your kitchen. there's probably a picture-book to be made of this. you are seeing a hummingbird by the lightswitch? ]
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What -
Why is this place - ?
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there's a lot of animals in your kitchen. there's probably a picture-book to be made of this. you are seeing a hummingbird by the lightswitch? ]
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[And SiV clothes about.]
[Elephant will be turning into Rye, looking around for any shadows, reaching into his bag JUST IN CASE he gets grabbed again.]
The End (?)
[Perhaps it’s the sight of the chaos and the wreckage, in thisplace where nothing should be wrong]
[Maybe it’s just the sight of The Wrong Kitchen]
[Whatever the case, it begins to waver and break apart, the edges blurring and running like static on an old tv set]
[It flickers and fades; there is the sound of alarmed voices, in the background, too fast and too breathless to make out words]
[Then there’s nothing but dreamless sleep, until your next dream begins]