The void spirit frustratedly rushes back and forth across Yaoi Central attempting to gather her things. In her hands, indignity of indignities ! Or hand singular that is, given that her right is rather on fire at the moment.
She really wishes she knew some interdimensional beings who could hook her up with some blank cards for her inexplicably empty sylladex. The last people she asked were of no help whatsoever.
Oh but what could that be over the horizon?
At the edge of the yaoi central junk yard neon light illuminate an unfamiliar little store that looks like its been there for a decade. A faded sign reads in half lit neon lettering: "The Inconvenience Store!" Sitting in the shops window is a large cardstock sign that reads "Cards! Sold! Here!"
