[The presence of that weird hole buzzes on the edge of Tsuzuki's perceptions like a live wire humming way too close to skin. It's making his teeth hurt.
So: maybe Ukoku's right. He pulls out one of his spare ofuda, flicking it up into the air as he calls the activating word and the paper flings out misty wings.]
Tell us what's in there!
[He points at the strange black spot, and the dove wheels, winging its way down towards the darkness. It's swallowed.]
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So: maybe Ukoku's right. He pulls out one of his spare ofuda, flicking it up into the air as he calls the activating word and the paper flings out misty wings.]
Tell us what's in there!
[He points at the strange black spot, and the dove wheels, winging its way down towards the darkness. It's swallowed.]