He could call upon her as well, could he? That much was simple for Akashi, but the Dragonoid had little faith in his other selves to do so. Perhaps eventually, when their curiosities were answered, the rest would manage to catch up. At least the form of Xiao seemed a bit ahead of the others thus far. There was hope yet. Sadly, as they explored each other's necks and loins, the greatest interruption came in the form of 'divine' intervention. Why they were pulled into an empty dimension, Akashi could not understand.

On the positive side, it seemed Tamamo was just as willing to continue without pause as Akashi himself. Since her hand was steadily moving, the Dragonoid sighed contentedly while keeping the pace of his single finger. Alas, things getting a bit annoying was not nearly a strong enough assumption. A voice would reach out to both parties as they busied themselves with each other in spite of the situation, and it would be projected directly into their shared consciousness. "The time has come, my dear masters.~ You must return to whence you came. Soon... we shall meet again," the androgynous voice spoke. Akashi's eyes narrowed as an unfamiliar sensation moved him. He wasn't pulled away, nor was he pushed─ he was simply being slowly phased out of reality, just as Tamamo would be at the same time. During that time, though, he was not capable of remaining Akashi.

The strange shift that occurred left the male's face a blur, though his irises glowed red even through the obstruction. His hair became very long, black, kept in a messy braid of a ponytail slung over his shoulder. A golden gleam around his neck housed an ovular ruby, which glowed with the same intensity as his eyes... yet it didn't seem to fully exist. "What the fuck?" the lad spoke in a voice unlike any of his Avatars. "Wait, whence we came? Does that mean─"