Post by Chime on Nov 24, 2019 22:33:56 GMT -6
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One moment Chime was watching Nashi race down Snake Way, the next he was flat on his back in the Senbyo tower, staring up at the ceiling. It took him a few moments to get his bearings again. Having your mind wrenched from one plane of existence to another was disorienting, even if he'd done it before. After a minute or two Chime stood up again. Everything looked the same. The scorch marks were still on the floor, the upstairs was probably still a horrific mess, and the light outside was the same (which was a relief, he'd half expected there to be some strange time dilation between the worlds.)
He went over to the railing, leaned against it, and looked out over Fukurou Forest far below. So. Nashi was dead. It was a strange thought, seeing as he was cheerily talking to him just moments ago, but the Senbyo had a way of meeting every obstacle with joy and irreverence. It would be irritating, if Chime didn't like him so much. The Dragon Ball he'd been guarding seemed to be gone, as well. Chime turned the place over twice to be sure, but unless Nashi had a really thorough hiding spot, the ball was gone. The thought sent a pang of guilt through him. His friend was dead, seemingly to protect the very artifact Chime himself had made. But by who? And what did they want?
Musing on it alone would get him nowhere. Chime lowered his head and his antennae twitched as he sent out a telepathic message to Daruma and Tysco. His mental voice was tense and no-nonsense: "Come to Nashi's tower. Something's gone wrong." He paused, then added, "There's no immediate danger, but...just come down here. Please."
Sighing, he looked back out to the horizon and waited. The flash of light that had drawn him to the tower initially had probably been seen by others, as well. He wouldn't be surprised if someone else came to crash their impromptu meeting.