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A loud clank had awoken Vander from his sleep. If you could call it sleep. He had barely slipped into slumber before the clang awoke him. Annoyed, he clapped, lighting up the shroomlamps he had along his walls, and looked upon it. A brass looking object, with a class centre, and green hue. He looked closer, a handle, a dial, and:
"What.." he audibly muttered, seeing the interior of the glass which held a zoetrope device of sorts. With Powder's monkey as its main design.
"Y'know what," he thought. "Maybe this is Powder playing another prank of hers." But there's no way in hell little Powder could lift a device this big. It was as if the device had just sprung out of nowhere and appeared right here. He was left speechless
Meanwhile after the events of S2E9
Ekko was fumbling. One minute, the Z-Drive was there, a few feet away from his bed. Now? Gone. Vanished. Only the faint crackling of something to do with the arcane in the back of his ears. Theives? No. The wind? Definitely not. For now he would just crumple up in a heap under his bedsheets and sob. Why? How? How did everything in his life disappear. He decided to let himself sleep, he would act on this vanishing by the morning.