Who: Silence & ???
Where: ???
When: ???

[ At once, whether you were going out somewhere or you were starting to head home—everything stops. You can tell, for the birds in the sky have stopped mid-flight, the trees have stopped rustling, and even the breeze has stopped.

Time itself seems to have stopped, save for you—and one other person. ]
Who: A & ???
Where: ???
When: ???

[ At once, whether you were going out somewhere or you were starting to head home—everything stops. You can tell, for the birds in the sky have stopped mid-flight, the trees have stopped rustling, and even the breeze has stopped.

Time itself seems to have stopped, save for you—and one other person. ]
[ In the empty streets of Tokyo-F, it's easy to tell when you are not alone— there is no sound of traffic to cover footsteps. When are being followed, there is no crowd to blend into, few shops to duck into and lose the person dogging your footsteps.

Currently, Rise is not alone. A man in a dark suit is approaching her from behind, whistling something slow. ]
[ Returning from the program he's been away on finds Sol in the library— the stacks more empty than usual at the early hour. It's near silent in the library except for the sound of a very distinct someone flipping pages at the end of the row of bookshelves he's cornered in.

Though of course, he notices Sol. Putting the book he was idly thumbing through back on the shelf, he says: ]

I have an offer for you.
[ Morning in Tokyo F, now that you've returned from your short jaunt on another program, feels utterly unremarkable. It's a little cool for summer, clouds slowly drifting across the expanse of the slowly brightening sky.

Though, a shadow falls over her shoulder, cast from someone taller that is standing not too far behind her. The shadow of someone in a fairly distinctive suit. ]
[ In the dark, pre-dawn hours at the beach there's a fairly distinctive someone else standing at the shore. Asmodeus, in the water up to his ankles despite the fact this is obviously going to ruin his shoes. He begins, without preamble. ]

I have an offer for you.
[ A knock is heard on the sensitIV dorms door. ]
[ Yasuragi returns to Tokyo in Spring. The winter snow has melted, and in the park the trees are blossoming, pale petals that whirl in the breeze. A branch trembles to bring a flurry across his vision, blocking his vision momentarily: instead he feels only the chill wind, and hears the crisp clear sound of a twig breaking underfoot. When the sakura are gone from his vision, he sees a tall man.

Asmodeus, in the shade of the trees, holds out a hand gloved in black leather to beckon for you to approach. ]
[ After you've gotten your order from the counter at the cafe, you turn to find the place empty of everyone save two people: you, and Asmodeus, reclining in a chair in the pink tea cafe in one of his expensive suits. He looks vaguely as if you dropped a shark into a goldfish bowl. That doesn't belong here! How does he even fit?

He gestures you over, to sit across from him, where a chair has already been pulled out. ]

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