[This entire business with the tree has been an exhausting endeavor at best, and Absolute Bullshit at worst. With Arisato resting in Shadowdale, he's had little to do but go back in the tree for anyone else who might be contending with shadow monsters or other such problems, and every time he goes there's a new flavor of crap to deal with.
The ground falls away from him and the way space twists around him reminds him powerfully of a hidden 25th hour, a time that should not Be except it's more than that, it's a nothingness that asserts itself as reality, and the tide is too powerful to fight so he just
lets
go
and wakes up on a plush velvet seat?
He sits up slowly, rubbing at his eyes. It's a beautiful theater, really, and maybe another person could appreciate it, but Shinjiro's expression sours immediately.]
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The ground falls away from him and the way space twists around him reminds him powerfully of a hidden 25th hour, a time that should not Be except it's more than that, it's a nothingness that asserts itself as reality, and the tide is too powerful to fight so he just
lets
go
and wakes up on a plush velvet seat?
He sits up slowly, rubbing at his eyes. It's a beautiful theater, really, and maybe another person could appreciate it, but Shinjiro's expression sours immediately.]
--Oh you got to be kiddin' me.
[This is some Horse Baloney, Lion!!!]