eighth trick

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[Ikki carefully walks barefoot along the Astral Beach without the aid of his crutch, his A-Ts dangling from his fingers by the laces. Tucked under his arm is a pretty French tin that he salvaged from some kind of garage sale. He stops a few feet from where there used to be trees and wades into the water up to the thigh. As he does so, a strange breeze picks up and tugs at his crazy hair and the edges of his jacket.]

I knew you wanted to stay here forever.

[He pops the tin open and scatters the red, dusty contents into the wind and over the water.]

... Let's fly another time.

[ooc: Ikki just gave Diva a burial. D: I got mun permission, yeah.]