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[kamenriderdecade]

I've managed to get somewhat of a darkroom up and running in my room, so these photographs have all been developed. If I took your photograph and you want to keep it, feel free to come find me before tomorrow, because otherwise I'm just going to throw them out.

[There's the sound of him shuffling the photographs, then shifting through them. They're...all pretty damn terrible. BUT THAT'S THE UNIVERSES FAULT.

Anyway.]

Another thing. I need help figuring out how far my loss extends. I've figured out what it is, but I don't know the extent of what it's affected.
I'd like to make sure I'm still able to fight, so if you think you could take a punch or two, I'll be outside in the evening.

And don't worry; I won't break anything.

[You'll find him outside admiring the decor change for the lunar festival. Even if you don't fall into either category, pester him anyway. He loves company despite acting like you're all some kind've massive burden on his precious time.]

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[ectobabble]

Oh, hey, you're a photographer, too? That's great! I've put a darkroom in my room, too.

[kamenriderdecade]

It was a lot harder than it should have been, admittedly.

People weren't kidding when they said the castle wants specifics.

[ectobabble]

Yeah ... s'why I just wished for a second bathroom and the supplies, and did most of the converting myself. It was more work on my end, but it was easier to get everything.

I'm Ray - nice to meet you.

[kamenriderdecade]

Tsukasa Kadoya. A pleasure, Ray.

Tell me something; do your photographs develop well here?

[ectobabble]

Thanks! Nice to meet you, too. ...

My photos? Uhhh, most of 'em do. I just can't take pictures of anything or anyone that'd be considered of supernatural origin, back home. It's my loss. ... Why, what's wrong with yours?

[kamenriderdecade]

Mine don't develop well. They're distorted and blurred.

They didn't develop back home for a reason, and it applies here too, but I thought if would've affected everyone since this world isn't theirs either.

Must be for another reason then.

[ectobabble]

So, wait, your pictures picked up interdimensional feedback? That's fascinating! ... I have a doctorate in paranormal studies... if nothing else, I could help you figure out what's affecting your photographs, if you want.

[wheatdos]

[Wheatley heard something about photographs beforehand, but he won't go looking for that obnoxious bloke. Oh no. He'd pass by him as he was outside of the lunar festival. Wheatley was shoving things into his lab coat. Things that, respectively looked like something could be built from them.]

"Alrighty then!"

[He'll turn to see Mr.silent not a far off away.]

"Oh? Hey! Hey you!"

[kamenriderdecade]

[Oh hey, it's that jerk.

Do you still hate silence? STARE.]

[wheatdos]

"Oh? Oh, we're doing this again? Again, its, it's getting old mate, but, but Fine. BE silent, I don't care what you do really. Do you have my, my photograph?"

[His eyes are all narrowy and judging]

[kamenriderdecade]

[Some more silence, then finally he'll reach for a little sleeve in the pocket of his jacket and open it up, taking out a photo and handing it over.

It's actually pretty badly distorted; the image of Wheatley is blurred, and some of the background objects behind him are warped pretty badly.]

[wheatdos]

"Eh?"

[He looks at it, and then looks at the silent guy, and then holds the picture up in his face]

"What-what, what the bloody hell is this supposed to be? I mean, are you even, do you even know how to use one of these things? Aren't you some sort of, oh I don't know, photographer? I thought, I thought that photographers specialize in this very very sacred and mysterious art called photography, this looks like... well nothing like me actually."

[kamenriderdecade]

That's not my fault, that's the universe's fault.

Take your problem up with it.

[wheatdos]

"Universe? What,what, does it mess with just about everything? Even pictures?"

[heal_theworld]

You've managed to get the photographs? That's wonderful!

[kamenriderdecade]

Yes, it turns out you were right.

Especially about having to be specific.

[A chuckle.]

I think I can say goodbye to that white t-shirt for good.

[heal_theworld]

It spilled something on your head? [She laughs.] It did that to me with water, once. I think it has a sense of humor.

[kamenriderdecade]

Mm; in all fairness I couldn't really blame it. Besides, I suppose little unexpected things like that makes life a bit more exciting.

If you'd like to pick up your photograph now I have some time. Otherwise I'll be outside later for the festival, if you'd prefer.

[heal_theworld]

That is true. [She smiles, she feels that way too.]

I can come and pick it up. What's your room number?

[kamenriderdecade]

[Room number goes here.]

Door should be open, so if you want to just walk in feel free.

[unexculpable]

[While Ed does fit into that second category he didn't necessarily come outside looking for a fight. He didn't come outside looking for anything, honestly. He just wanted to see what was going on.]

So is this festival something they do every year?

[kamenriderdecade]

[Oh hey, there's a familiar voice. Tsukasa turns for a moment towards Ed, then gives a little shrug.]

I told you didn't I? I only got here a little before you did. I'm not sure how the castle works yet.

this is only the latest ever. i'm so sorry.

[unexculpable]

Kind of hard knowing who I've talked to without hearing their voice first. You're Tsukasa, right?

Absolutely no problem! :)

[kamenriderdecade]

[That's actually a good point Ed.

Time to cover it up the way he does best.]

Oh? Shame; there I thought I left lasting impressions on people. I'm one of a kind after all.

[A quiet chuckle, then a nod.]

That's right. Tsukasa. Edward, right?

[unexculpable]

[Why Tsukasa, you're just as charming as he remembered you being!

Ed rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.]

Yeah, that's me.