Ty-chan smirked deviously. "Good. Excellent work, Puppet God." He narrowed his eyes as his sharp-toothed grin widened, "Or, shall I call you 'Puppet Master,' now~?" Watching his 'Creations' evolve -- inclusive to he, himself, in all his previous manifestations and incarnations before the achievement of the 'Most Perfect' form -- was a pastime and a pleasure for Ty-chan even before being immortalized in crystal. Eternally the 'Ty-kun' that did not become an adult, yet remained a 'Timeless' being ever-evolving-yet-never-changing went around 'Playing' forever and doing whatever was commanded by his 'Adult' form and 'Puppet Master,' Ty-kun.

"Speaking of which... It's about time I get back to my 'Adult' self." Ty-chan was something like a baby to Ty-kun, as his 'Child' form. Though Ty-chan was completely 'Independent,' simultaneously, he was also completely and fully 'Dependent' on Ty-kun, as his immortalized 'Child' form made 'Timeless.' "Then I'm going to play 'Disgaea' on the 'Veritas' and see if the 'System' is supported." He chuckled knowingly to himself. "You've done well for me... Puppet Master." Ty-chan started to walk out of the 'Playhouse' entrance, because it was like a department store and was completely easy access. "Keep up the good work." With the new 'Puppet Master' installed, the entire 'Playhouse' should have been fully functional. Ty-kun would be pleased, especially if Ty-chan was already pleased with himself before he left. "... Hmhmhmm... Brownie points..." Ty-chan suddenly became fluffy and gooey in texture and composition, fluttering upward like a cloud in a fluid motion as he shifted out of the Playhouse. His form was both definite and indefinite, and therefore at any given moment, Ty-chan, as a Crystal, could assume any dimensional configuration at will, even passively. Just the thought of sweet things got him all juicy~!

='Ty-chan'=

"You've done well for me... Puppet Master." Ty-chan started to walk out of the 'Playhouse' entrance, because it was like a department store and was completely easy access. "Keep up the good work." With the new 'Puppet Master' installed, the entire 'Playhouse' should have been fully functional. Ty-kun would be pleased, especially if Ty-chan was already pleased with himself before he left. "... Hmhmhmm... Brownie points..." Ty-chan suddenly became fluffy and gooey in texture and composition, fluttering upward like a cloud in a fluid motion as he shifted out of the Playhouse. His form was both definite and indefinite, and therefore at any given moment, Ty-chan, as a Crystal, could assume any dimensional configuration at will, even passively. Just the thought of sweet things got him all juicy~!

-Puppet Master-

As Ty-chan was leaving, he established the 'Puppet Master' as head of the 'Playhouse' whilst he was departing, commanding him to keep the 'Playhouse' running with a 'Puppet Show,' of which was explained to him in order for him to continue controlling the 'Puppet God' and the rest of the 'Dollhouse' and its extensions.

='Puppet Master'=

Simultaneously, Ty-chan also called for 'Ty-kun,' because he'd completed his predetermined protocol.

-Ty-kun-

When Ty-kun heard all the commotion that was caused by Ty-chan finishing up his predestined protocol, as issued by Ty-kun, himself, he picked up Ty-chan at the designated time like a child from school and scooped him up into his arms with a brief swoop from overhead the 'Playhouse' when he walked outside without any sort of delay nor hesitation. "Y'all kids play nice~!" He said to the Puppet Master and all of the 'Dolls' inside of the Playhouse. "This place is about to buzz like a beehive poked with a stick..." he murmured through a snickering grin, returning to his 'Forbidden Hotel.' "Now that I got the 'Playhouse' going, and my 'Forbidden Hotel' has been kept for my comfort and leisure whilst I do business in the 'Lawless Land' as I see fit, I can go and check off some more things from my 'To-Do' list around the Veritas." Ty-kun, the Tyranophant of the Veritas, had many things to do to promote and upkeep the Veritas. At this particular point in time, that focus of his was on the 7th Moon, the Lawless Land of Valparaiso. "Won't be long now..." Ty-kun and Ty-chan slipped off into the darkness of the still pitch black sky spattered in deep red like blood, disappearing suddenly.

='Ty-kun'=

When Ty-kun heard all the commotion that was caused by Ty-chan finishing up his predestined protocol, as issued by Ty-kun, himself, he picked up Ty-chan at the designated time like a child from school and scooped him up into his arms with a brief swoop from overhead the 'Playhouse' when he walked outside without any sort of delay nor hesitation. "Y'all kids play nice~!" He said to the Puppet Master and all of the 'Dolls' inside of the Playhouse. "This place is about to buzz like a beehive poked with a stick..." he murmured through a snickering grin, returning to his 'Forbidden Hotel.' "Now that I got the 'Playhouse' going, and my 'Forbidden Hotel' has been kept for my comfort and leisure whilst I do business in the 'Lawless Land' as I see fit, I can go and check off some more things from my 'To-Do' list around the Veritas." Ty-kun, the Tyranophant of the Veritas, had many things to do to promote and upkeep the Veritas. At this particular point in time, that focus of his was on the 7th Moon, the Lawless Land of Valparaiso. "Won't be long now..." Ty-kun and Ty-chan slipped off into the darkness of the still pitch black sky spattered in deep red like blood, disappearing suddenly.

-Depart-

='Tyranophant'=

Some Valparaiso Denizens that just recently exited the Playhouse noticed that there was a White Rabbit in the distance and began to congregate toward it when they spotted its location, figuring that it would be interesting or useful in some way. With all that was learned inside of the Dollhouse before they got out, they were eager to have a little fun before meeting back up with their peers that left them inside during their first walkthrough. They would catch up later.

(Pass)

-Ty-chan-

The Valparaiso Denizens had no business with the White Rabbit nor any use for him as he was, unconscious. They had prior business with the 'Puppet King' that left them behind when he escaped from the Traphouse without them, and now, as 'Puppet Kings,' themselves, they were each seeking their revenge on him for leaving them behind and not coming back for him. They spent little more time in this area and continued on their way in search of the one that betrayed them.

(Depart)

When the Puppet Kings left the area and went into 'Valhalla, the City of Ruin', they met up with the Puppet King that ditched them in the Traphouse, of which the Veritas had already claimed 'Possession' of sometime after it got out. The one who captured the Puppet King, Teus, released it before he left the city that the Valparaiso Denizens had gone off to in order to search for their lost comrade. "Have Fun, Kay~?" said a wavering voice that was both barely audible and completely subliminal, yet also still influential to the ones in passing. From it, the light of the being, Teus, shifted ambiguously over the White Rabbit that was 'Down' in the 'Field.' "Oh My. Little Puchi Is Injured." Only the Tensei would be able to understand what was wrong with their White Rabbit. The little one had come a long way from its abusive history, now that people knew how to actually handle it. "It'll Be Okay, Little One..." The White Rabbit was filched by its earlobe straight up into the air by a thin strand of light dropping like rain down from out of the cloud of light passing over. Teus hadn't yet decided on what form he would take yet, since sometimes he liked to be ambiguous and remain in flux before returning to the 'Order' of his 'Natural Form,' which was the 'Crystal Angel.'

When the White Rabbit was withdrawn into the cloud of light, it was suspended within the neutralized polarities in stasis along with all of its particles. Whilst trapped in stasis, the White Rabbit's particles would slowly reassemble themselves properly and dissect any of the abnormalities from its form whilst simultaneously repairing what couldn't be replaced particle at a time. It was under the complete control of Teus, now, since it was within his 'Radiance'. That's when he got an idea. "Hey! Whilst I Am Healing The White Rabbit, I Will Play With Him, Because That Is Fun." Teus had things to do, yes, but whilst en passe, it was sometimes important to take specific chunks of time specifically to experience things in flux and without definition. "What The Hell, Right?" He chuckled.

The White Rabbit suddenly rose from the ground in front of everyone's sight, seeming to be regenerating itself naturally. There was a bright aura that shone around it and kept it suspended midair whilst it did so.

At that moment, the all of them assumed forms of light crackling with electricity, each of which harbored different polarities that repelled each other in different directions marked by the predetermined paths of the trails left behind by the Dark Wolf, including a path for the Dark Wolf, itself.

One version of God Tymon, Ophiuchus, was hurled toward the depths of Valparaiso, where Dr. Money and the $yndicate were in order to deal with those affairs properly.

The next version of God Tymon, Ellio, was shot toward the exit of Valparaiso and the Ultraviolet Moon that served as the planet for the entirety of Valparaiso, causing a repulsive force that launched him all the way back to the Forbidden Land that Tymon knew about and ruled over as Khrona, which only few from the history of Tymon as Khrona knew about.

The last version of God Tymon, Shinrona, was shot toward the roots of the Forbidden Land which were nearby to Valparaiso, specifically as a waste excrement sewer system that was both an entrance and exit to and from the Depthsroot, where he would deal with the matters of the secret underground society and leave a trail of light behind to be followed later on, with the footprints of the Dark Wolf synchronizing with the electromagnetic currents in the air and creating a static charge which held them suspended in place only to be triggered when someone passed through them and felt an electrical surge throughout their body, allowing them to both see the path and feel it in order to follow it -- even to be lifted into the sky solely by magnetism and be carried by the paw prints, themselves.

Finally, the Dark Wolf, Terumi, himself, was cast in his own direction based on his desires, which ended him up in the midst of King Keaton as a synchronized meeting destination due to their electromagnetic forces being attracted to the same destination at the exact same time; King Keaton and Terumi, the Dark Wolf, would strike at the exact same point at the exact same time elsewhere in Valparaiso and continue on independently from God Tymon from there.

... Things were looking rough around the Lawless Land these days since the economy went to hell and the rise of the Terrorlords built up to the sky. "Damn Shame," an anonymous voice spake out from the shadows of the Warrior's Wasteland, where the blood of the slain was soaked up in the land. "Looks like they're still afightin fer them scraps..." He shook his head as he walked out from the Void.

"Master Bills," the shiny figure aglow with an anonymous light beckoned from the glowing void of light that poureth from the great beyond, "Get the Shark Attack at the ready." The first light that dimmed from his shining finger atapping his golden cane beheld the Gold Serpent, which slithered up the arm of the velvet green jacket of the prestigious Dr. Money, whose face also was revealed the more he stepped into the darkness that mellowed his radiance as it slipped up his jacket sleeve and 'round his neck, resting gently upon his throat. He smirked, peering into the abysmal ruination with eyes filled with promise.

Master Bills, the lowly sidekick of Dr. Money, his right hand man, emerged from the splendiferous gateway of pure void light right behind his Master, taking notes on all that he said on his special mechanical device, making the necessary calculations as he should in order to record their progress.

"W-well, Dr. Money," he stammered, reviewing the major calculations in his head, eyes darting about as he plotted the points in the coordinates planes corresponding to the points of the City of Ruin and his own mechanical notation device in his hand, "... It seems to me that if we start now, then we should be able to sweep up the whole City in a matter of a few precise moves..." Continuing on, mumbling to himself and over himself, more so talking to himself than to Dr. Money at all, Master Bills checked off in his head and visibly with a neato looking pen object in the air the pinpoint locations of the weakest structures for the assault to be launched. "... Shark Attack should be ready for underground strike in only a few hours, and the calamity will surely level the entire land..." He even took into account the pieces of torn meat on the ground -- the fallen warriors to the hazards of the land and the cutthroat lawlessness of the system -- as well as those that still scraped and scrapped among themselves as they were. "... Plus, we'll have a nice feed for them, as well, since you know they love their fresh meat and blood..."