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[Journal]

Okay which of ya idiots 'round here was tapping into the Azure Flames? That stuff's not meant for any sorcerer or whatever ta go mucking 'round in. 's real dangerous stuff fer literally e'ryone who ain't me. People've tried and probably blown themselves up while I was takin' my nearly dying nap. I'm 'ere ta make sure ya city ain't on fire and maybe help put down whatever idiot's tryin' ta tap inta it.

[Event]
It's late morning. The sun is shining, and there is a man on foot in Domino, cursing 'damned brats' and 'I left my bike in an intentionally safe place with boring people'. He's maybe investigating screams somewhere, that sound like a man being thrown through the sky. Or maybe he's just lost. The city got bigger and weirder since the last time he was here.

( Azure Flame CAC's. )

[Open to OOPARTS, Open to Barians, open to the members of Cyril's 'expedition', and Mamoru.]

'ey Doc. Got back late las' night. Uh. Dun think me an' my buddies 'ave got anythin' but bad news fer ya.

Spoilers, yer tappin' inta the twelve dimensions. Not directly, but Ehren remembered me like she'd 'ad a really awful dream and kicked me in the face. If Spooky's already told you their bad news, we only got one more ta go! This shit comes in threes after all.

A handy log for this.

Aight so I'm gonna pop inta the 12 Dimensions fer a bit ta cavort with angels an' see if they know my face an' worry 'bout implications later.

If anyone wants ta come with me, now's the time ta speak up.

So, I jus' saw an open call on some sorta duelin' AI.

Think I should try it out? Maybe start gettin' my muscles stretched 'gain?

[Private to Suguru/Meathead]

Outta curiosity an' fer my own edification on 'ow magical genetics work, what color are yer lil' brother's eyes? Yellow like yers, right?

'Ey, alphabet soup.

Rest easy, I'm opening back up my PI shop an' 'ave agreed ta look inta where the fuck the Monarchs came from an' their deal. So, ya folks can rest easy, me an' my apprentice detective 'ave got it.

Cyril lies in a crater in the middle of the street, his motorcycle parked on the sidewalk.

He looks pretty rough, but he'll probably spout off 'ya should see the other guy' if you bother him. And lo, a good distance ahead of him, there is another crater, which smolders. There's another motorcycle parked near that one, the wheels look melted. Which hole are you looking into?

You can find Cyril in front of a cafe, cup of coffee and half-eaten sandwich in front of him, jotting things down in an unreadable scrawl. He is somewhere between 'smug' and 'murder angry' which is probably as calm as he gets.

He looks pretty absorbed in his writing. Approach the wild fire man? Y/N

Man, that 'eartland shit's super fuckin' crazy. Ya 'umans will never cease ta amaze me with yer new an' excitin' ways ta 'urt each other an' willin'ness ta use anythin' ta win. ~~Honestly I'm a lil' jealous~~

Maybe we should start battenin' down 'atches, shitty duelists an' children first?

[Private to Meathead, The Undead Nerd, and a A Windy Broad]

'ey ya 'uge nerd, concussion fueled idiot, an' lady! Ya two 'ighschool idiots are prolly all really fuckin' worried 'bout the newest branch o' the Samasus. I got an idea, but yer gonna need ta tell me 'oo the man is.

(Hint: It's me.)

[Journal, filtered from Escher]

Hey, uh. Flamvell grill folks. I, uh. Panicked on makin' dinner plans, so I'll be in Thursday night. Please dun fuck this up. I'm pretty sure I'm perfectly capable of doin' that myself.

[Event!]

Cyril can be found around town, putting up flyers. 'Are you a directionless spirit? Do you have anxieties for a world that isn't quite accepted us yet? Contact 'Cyril' on his journal or find him, for a Duel Spirit support group, hopefully starting in early October.'

In front of a cafe, sipping on a hot drink, you may see Cyril, pen in hand and scribbling notes. Unlike the last time you might have seen Cyril, he looks... put together. Probably moreso than he has in a while. His hair is the obnoxious 'trimmed but I'm wearing it messy anyway', face clean shaven, and his eyes seem to be a rather intense blue. But, most bizarrely, he's dressed in ancient Babylonian-esque clothes, dyed brilliant blues and purple.

If looked at closer, he's leaving small scorch marks on his cup and pen. Occasionally he will look up from his notes and look around, as if he's nervous or waiting for something. Maybe it's you! It's probably not you, but you should bother him anyway, he probably hasn't seen anyone in months.

Cyril is sitting at a defunct bus stop (day), a park (day), or on the docks (night) in his full form and regalia. To be honest? He looks like shit. Hair is a mess and he's grown out a penance beard that makes him look like a crazy homeless man dressed in Babylonian garb. He mashes buttons on a tablet, muttering to himself as he types. 'Hey nerds, I'm ba-no, that sounds like I dun like this place. Tread the line carefully...' or 'Fuck, I'm sorry I fucked us up, that last duel ya did was pretty fuckin' balls, but I know you can do b-Ugh, fuck that, jus' ain't gonna talk ta 'er.' or! 'Down but never out, the badd-agh, fuck, I am out though. Fire fades an' that 'appy shit...'

I HATE I HATE THE FUCKIN' OGRE I HATE HIS SHITTY KIDS AND I HATE

EVENT:

You can find Cyril at the Flamvell Bar and Grill, surrounded by empty liquor bottles. Geo has long stopped serving him and he just has his head down at the bar, giving a death stare to any who get close. OR you can find him in the park, in about the same state, but there's cigarette butts all around him here and he's more or less sober. Still a ball of hate and misery.

Fuck my achin' 'ead. So, I met a battle axe of a woman an' then she jumped off a buildin'.

Typical days 'ere, I guess. What're ya nerds been doin'?

Man, I fuckin' love airplanes an' impromptu fuckin' sky dives.

What's up nerds?!

Kaz, Cyril, and Geo are all sitting at the Flamvell bar and grill, after hours. Kaz sits between Geo and Cyril, sipping on a beer. Death glares are exchanged between the two who used to share a body with the only thing seemingly keeping them in line being Kaz's occasional clearing of his throat and rapping his knuckles on the bar. Dare you approach Cyril?

If you're in Domino, there's a man sitting on a bench downtown or in the park, resting his head in his hands. He looks. Strained? Upset? Tired? He also looks... Familiar? He could be mistaken for the now older Geo, if Geo shaved his stupid beard and let his hair go free. If approached by someone who is familiar with the blue flame prince, he'll give a small grin and motion to the empty seat next to him.

He can also be found in front of the now probably now rented out building he had called his office/home looking similarly distressed or smoking a cigarette around the police station, if you're keen on those areas as well.

So, y'know what I've found out over the last few fuckin' days? It takes more energy ta keep a body goin' than I've been gettin' the last few months.

Idiot, get over 'ere 'fore I die 'gain.

Or, y'know, a few of ya faggots can come and duel me. That's awesome too.

So as far as I can tell, mosta these video game things ain't fer me at all. They're jus' ta... I dunno. Silly? Izzat the word I'm lookin' fer?

I'm fuckin' movin' 'round again. Sucks ta be ya, punk. I'm gonna pay ya back fer e'rythin' ya did for the last few months.

....E'ryone else good from all that shit though?

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