[h2]Aoyama Makiko[/h2]

Makiko winced when she saw Suzuka suddenly become disrupted and fall for a moment, before catching herself. What had just happened? The tennin always seemed to have good control of herself in the air... well, maybe she'd gotten a little distracted, or something? Regardless of what the reason was, it was good to see her land safely. Patting the little girl on the head once more to reassure her(though news of her parents had already cheered her up considerably), the scarf-wearing girl made a beeline towards Suzuka.

"It looks like we lucked out this time," Makiko said, brightly, "Ren-san must have been in just the right place to find Sayuri-chan's father quickly."

Speaking of Sayuri, the little girl was now looking up at Suzuka. The news that her parents had been located seemed to have brightened her mood to focus on other things a bit more.

"Flying onee-san is so cool!" she declared excitedly, waving her free hand as she did, "I wish I could fly! I could have found my parents so easily!"

Makiko let out a bit if a chuckle, unable to help it.

"Anyway, let's go!"

And then...

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[h2]Honami Aoi[/h2]

Aoi shook her head. Whatever that was, it wasn't the feeling of a lost child nearby. It was difficult to discern what it was, not when her abilities as a satori were in part sealed in order to avoid her being swamped in the thoughts of others. But she felt something, something that didn't feel right at all. In the most specific possible terms she could put it in, it was only possible to describe it as feeling like there was something [i]warped[/i] somehow. Something corrupt?

"I don't know what it was, but it doesn't feel right," Aoi responded, a serious expression now on her usually-carefree face as she looked around quickly, antenna twitching rapidly in an attempt to pick up... well, anything. Anything she could. But with all the people around it was difficult to pinpoint anything from down on the ground. "It's like something, um..."

She trailed off for a few moments, searching for the appropriate words to describe what she had felt.

"... It's like something got all... twisted!"

And then...

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For a few moments, all the color in the world, in that split second, seemed to become inverted. A thick, black miasma of darkness, a slick and oily-looking tendril of energy, twisted towards the ground. When it hit the concrete, it almost seemed to scuttle and crawl its way along the ground like a red-black centipede.

It was searching for a suitable vessel.

The item it found was an unlikely one, a prize at one of the stands, a stuffed teddy bear. But almost immediately the energy poured into the toy, causing a surprised stall owner to flee several meters away as the prize began to convulse rapidly. Generally speaking, inanimate objects shouldn't be moving at all, especially like that.

The teddy bear's presence in the world distorted and warped. Spiritual corruption, after all, is a powerful thing. Just as quickly as all color seemed to have inverted, it returned to normal.

It would be impossible [i]not[/i] to notice a now giant and very animated teddy bear, around ten meters in height, rising to its feet in the midst of the festival.

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