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		<title>Shrimptoast at 16:31, 15 September 2013</title>
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				&lt;td colspan='2' style=&quot;background-color: white; color:black; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;← Older revision&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;td colspan='2' style=&quot;background-color: white; color:black; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 16:31, 15 September 2013&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot;&gt;Line 71:&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; The world slows down for Shiki.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; It has to be somewhere. Somewhere in the world, a pure and meaningful sound, a rhythm. But everything's so full of dissonance...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Narrower and narrower it gets. There's a sound here, a sound there. Soon, the only thing she can hear loud and clear is the sound of--&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Wait. Is that...?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It's only then that Shiki realises she is still clutching the pin between her fingers, and it's the one thing in the world- of the world- that seems crystal clear. It's picked up everything, and the rhythm she's been clutching at is all here.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The shark gets closer and closer. It's mere feet away from her...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; And Shiki reaches out, breathes in time with the beat.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Flash!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Shiki whips her mythril staff out and does exactly what you're supposed to do when you're confronted with a shark, you smash it in the snout to assert dominance! She drives it forward, then skids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; The world slows down for Shiki.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; It has to be somewhere. Somewhere in the world, a pure and meaningful sound, a rhythm. But everything's so full of dissonance...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Narrower and narrower it gets. There's a sound here, a sound there. Soon, the only thing she can hear loud and clear is the sound of--&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Wait. Is that...?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It's only then that Shiki realises she is still clutching the pin between her fingers, and it's the one thing in the world- of the world- that seems crystal clear. It's picked up everything, and the rhythm she's been clutching at is all here.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The shark gets closer and closer. It's mere feet away from her...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; And Shiki reaches out, breathes in time with the beat.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Flash!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Shiki whips her mythril staff out and does exactly what you're supposed to do when you're confronted with a shark, you smash it in the snout to assert dominance! She drives it forward, then skids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Oathkeeper]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Fusion is even more potent than she'd imagined. For a moment, the Mythril Staff glows and becomes wrapped in brilliant white light, smacking against the Shark's nose, which immediately evaporates in its forwards momentum - as if there was a dome protecting Shiki in that moment. She can feel it. A very familiar light within her hand. It's herself. She's holding a piece of herself in her hand. But what's more, there's a strange thing that appears in that moment. As the shark Noise disappates, a red heart floats up into the skies from it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That never happened before when she beat Heartless or Noise out in the real world!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Then, there's a jump of a moment, for the Fortune Teller is standing right behind where the Shark was, holding out the orb towards her. &amp;quot;I see you found what you were looking for.&amp;quot; They say. They point at her staff, which seems to have changed and merged with the keychain, which now dangles from the bottom of what was once a staff. Now, the staff ends differently - &lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;in the shape of &lt;/del&gt;a &lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;five-pointed star&lt;/del&gt;. And it has gained a handle of sorts, with a &lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;pastel blue &lt;/del&gt;guard. The material is entirely different as well. A metal unlike anything she's ever seen - with a sheen unlike anything she ever imagined. It lays in her hands, weighted rather strangely. And hanging from its end is that little pin on the end of a silver keychain. She realizes now what the pin's picture was. It's Mr. Mew.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Surely you wish to know more?&amp;quot; The Fortune Teller asks for her, and then slowly moves one hand to the the side, pointing at the Reaper, who is pressing something on his phone. And the wall that'd stopped her earlier slowly fades away like... a door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Oathkeeper]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Fusion is even more potent than she'd imagined. For a moment, the Mythril Staff glows and becomes wrapped in brilliant white light, smacking against the Shark's nose, which immediately evaporates in its forwards momentum - as if there was a dome protecting Shiki in that moment. She can feel it. A very familiar light within her hand. It's herself. She's holding a piece of herself in her hand. But what's more, there's a strange thing that appears in that moment. As the shark Noise disappates, a red heart floats up into the skies from it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That never happened before when she beat Heartless or Noise out in the real world!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Then, there's a jump of a moment, for the Fortune Teller is standing right behind where the Shark was, holding out the orb towards her. &amp;quot;I see you found what you were looking for.&amp;quot; They say. They point at her staff, which seems to have changed and merged with the keychain, which now dangles from the bottom of what was once a staff. Now, the staff ends differently - &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;with teeth like &lt;/ins&gt;a&lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;... well, key&lt;/ins&gt;. And it has gained a handle of sorts, with a &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;white &lt;/ins&gt;guard. The material is entirely different as well. A metal unlike anything she's ever seen - with a sheen unlike anything she ever imagined. It lays in her hands, weighted rather strangely. And hanging from its end is that little pin on the end of a silver keychain. She realizes now what the pin's picture was. It's Mr. Mew.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Surely you wish to know more?&amp;quot; The Fortune Teller asks for her, and then slowly moves one hand to the the side, pointing at the Reaper, who is pressing something on his phone. And the wall that'd stopped her earlier slowly fades away like... a door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Shiki strikes. She feels perfectly in tune with herself, all of a sudden. She has gotten used to the feel of her weapon, she knows its weight and its movements exactly, but this- this is entirely different. This feels /perfect/.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; And as she flies, she's amazed to see ... that is definitely a heart. Her eyes widen as it flies up, and she flies forward- and she slows down and watches it fly. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Yes, she thinks, that felt Right.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She watches and looks up until she can't see it any more, as it disappears up into the clouds- she doesn't even care if there's rain on her face.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; When she finally looks down, there's that fortune teller in front of her- and moreover, there is something else. A shining weapon, resplendant in aquamarine and champagne pink. Shiki takes in every detail from pin to tooth. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She doesn't need to even say it. She knows what this is.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Shiki trembles. She's amazed by what's happened, and yet she knows nothing more than when she started. So many questions, nothing but questions. So she nods to the fortune teller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Shiki strikes. She feels perfectly in tune with herself, all of a sudden. She has gotten used to the feel of her weapon, she knows its weight and its movements exactly, but this- this is entirely different. This feels /perfect/.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; And as she flies, she's amazed to see ... that is definitely a heart. Her eyes widen as it flies up, and she flies forward- and she slows down and watches it fly. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Yes, she thinks, that felt Right.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She watches and looks up until she can't see it any more, as it disappears up into the clouds- she doesn't even care if there's rain on her face.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; When she finally looks down, there's that fortune teller in front of her- and moreover, there is something else. A shining weapon, resplendant in aquamarine and champagne pink. Shiki takes in every detail from pin to tooth. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She doesn't need to even say it. She knows what this is.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Shiki trembles. She's amazed by what's happened, and yet she knows nothing more than when she started. So many questions, nothing but questions. So she nods to the fortune teller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<title>Shrimptoast at 14:28, 15 September 2013</title>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;|Synopsis=The past is prologue. All else is chicanry and nonsense. Until it's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;|Synopsis=The past is prologue. All else is chicanry and nonsense. Until it's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; The world slows down for Shiki.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; It has to be somewhere. Somewhere in the world, a pure and meaningful sound, a rhythm. But everything's so full of dissonance...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Narrower and narrower it gets. There's a sound here, a sound there. Soon, the only thing she can hear loud and clear is the sound of--&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Wait. Is that...?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It's only then that Shiki realises she is still clutching the pin between her fingers, and it's the one thing in the world- of the world- that seems crystal clear. It's picked up everything, and the rhythm she's been clutching at is all here.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The shark gets closer and closer. It's mere feet away from her...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; And Shiki reaches out, breathes in time with the beat.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Flash!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Shiki whips her mythril staff out and does exactly what you're supposed to do when you're confronted with a shark, you smash it in the snout to assert dominance! She drives it forward, then skids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; The world slows down for Shiki.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; It has to be somewhere. Somewhere in the world, a pure and meaningful sound, a rhythm. But everything's so full of dissonance...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Narrower and narrower it gets. There's a sound here, a sound there. Soon, the only thing she can hear loud and clear is the sound of--&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Wait. Is that...?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;It's only then that Shiki realises she is still clutching the pin between her fingers, and it's the one thing in the world- of the world- that seems crystal clear. It's picked up everything, and the rhythm she's been clutching at is all here.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The shark gets closer and closer. It's mere feet away from her...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; And Shiki reaches out, breathes in time with the beat.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Flash!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Shiki whips her mythril staff out and does exactly what you're supposed to do when you're confronted with a shark, you smash it in the snout to assert dominance! She drives it forward, then skids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Oathkeeper]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Fusion is even more potent than she'd imagined. For a moment, the Mythril Staff glows and becomes wrapped in brilliant white light, smacking against the Shark's nose, which immediately evaporates in its forwards momentum - as if there was a dome protecting Shiki in that moment. She can feel it. A very familiar light within her hand. It's herself. She's holding a piece of herself in her hand. But what's more, there's a strange thing that appears in that moment. As the shark Noise disappates, a red heart floats up into the skies from it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That never happened before when she beat Heartless or Noise out in the real world!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Then, there's a jump of a moment, for the Fortune Teller is standing right behind where the Shark was, holding out the orb towards her. &amp;quot;I see you found what you were looking for.&amp;quot; They say. They point at her staff, which seems to have changed and merged with the keychain, which now dangles from the bottom of what was once a staff. Now, the staff ends differently - in the shape of &lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;two &lt;/del&gt;five-pointed &lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;stars that overlap one-another&lt;/del&gt;. And it has gained a handle of sorts. The material is entirely different as well. A metal unlike anything she's ever seen - with a sheen unlike anything she ever imagined. It lays in her hands, weighted rather strangely. And hanging from its end is that little pin on the end of a silver keychain. She realizes now what the pin's picture was. It's Mr. Mew.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Surely you wish to know more?&amp;quot; The Fortune Teller asks for her, and then slowly moves one hand to the the side, pointing at the Reaper, who is pressing something on his phone. And the wall that'd stopped her earlier slowly fades away like... a door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Oathkeeper]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The Fusion is even more potent than she'd imagined. For a moment, the Mythril Staff glows and becomes wrapped in brilliant white light, smacking against the Shark's nose, which immediately evaporates in its forwards momentum - as if there was a dome protecting Shiki in that moment. She can feel it. A very familiar light within her hand. It's herself. She's holding a piece of herself in her hand. But what's more, there's a strange thing that appears in that moment. As the shark Noise disappates, a red heart floats up into the skies from it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;That never happened before when she beat Heartless or Noise out in the real world!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Then, there's a jump of a moment, for the Fortune Teller is standing right behind where the Shark was, holding out the orb towards her. &amp;quot;I see you found what you were looking for.&amp;quot; They say. They point at her staff, which seems to have changed and merged with the keychain, which now dangles from the bottom of what was once a staff. Now, the staff ends differently - in the shape of &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;a &lt;/ins&gt;five-pointed &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;star&lt;/ins&gt;. And it has gained a handle of sorts&lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;, with a pastel blue guard&lt;/ins&gt;. The material is entirely different as well. A metal unlike anything she's ever seen - with a sheen unlike anything she ever imagined. It lays in her hands, weighted rather strangely. And hanging from its end is that little pin on the end of a silver keychain. She realizes now what the pin's picture was. It's Mr. Mew.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Surely you wish to know more?&amp;quot; The Fortune Teller asks for her, and then slowly moves one hand to the the side, pointing at the Reaper, who is pressing something on his phone. And the wall that'd stopped her earlier slowly fades away like... a door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Shiki strikes. She feels perfectly in tune with herself, all of a sudden. She has gotten used to the feel of her weapon, she knows its weight and its movements exactly, but this- this is entirely different. This feels /perfect/.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; And as she flies, she's amazed to see ... that is definitely a heart. Her eyes widen as it flies up, and she flies forward- and she slows down and watches it fly. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Yes, she thinks, that felt Right.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She watches and looks up until she can't see it any more, as it disappears up into the clouds- she doesn't even care if there's rain on her face.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; When she finally looks down, there's that fortune teller in front of her- and moreover, there is something else. A shining weapon, resplendant in aquamarine and champagne pink. Shiki takes in every detail from pin to tooth. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She doesn't need to even say it. She knows what this is.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Shiki trembles. She's amazed by what's happened, and yet she knows nothing more than when she started. So many questions, nothing but questions. So she nods to the fortune teller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Shiki strikes. She feels perfectly in tune with herself, all of a sudden. She has gotten used to the feel of her weapon, she knows its weight and its movements exactly, but this- this is entirely different. This feels /perfect/.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; And as she flies, she's amazed to see ... that is definitely a heart. Her eyes widen as it flies up, and she flies forward- and she slows down and watches it fly. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Yes, she thinks, that felt Right.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She watches and looks up until she can't see it any more, as it disappears up into the clouds- she doesn't even care if there's rain on her face.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; When she finally looks down, there's that fortune teller in front of her- and moreover, there is something else. A shining weapon, resplendant in aquamarine and champagne pink. Shiki takes in every detail from pin to tooth. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She doesn't need to even say it. She knows what this is.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Shiki trembles. She's amazed by what's happened, and yet she knows nothing more than when she started. So many questions, nothing but questions. So she nods to the fortune teller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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