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Lyney raised his eyebrows, curious. Knowing that death wasn't permanent in that place was very interesting and completely changed things. Still, it was such a great power that it sent a chill down the magician's spine. "Problems? You say that from personal experience?" he couldn't help but ask, his curiosity escaping. And, seeing the Fatuus's concern, Lyney chuckled, waving his hand in front of his body. "Nothing out of the ordinary, I'd say". The nonchalance was a lie. Lyney knew he was right, after all.

"....No. The only harbringer which I have seen is the Doctore, and I have already been orders to keep him updated. though most likely ...the lord harbringer will forget as the city keeps him distracted."

Sunday nodded and guided him inside. The Chapel looked exactly the same as usual, the glass stained windows bringing colorful lights inside. Next to the altar, Sunday turned left and took him to a small room in the corner. It was a small resting room, a rustic table and a little kitchen - just the bare minimum. The mention of the killings made Sunday sigh heavily, as if hurt. It pained him that this was happening at the University. "Higher than usual. In turbulent times, it's common for more people to turn to faith." he replied in earnest, putting water to boil. "People are afraid. Justifiably so."

"May god offer guidence in troubling times. But the people need more then that."

“A knife?!” He froze, feeling an odd twitch, and ache in his fingers, and suddenly he remembered the gruesome reality they have been trapped in. “You don’t think…?” One look to the left, to the right, making sure no one was around to hear them before he leaned in, whispering, “you don’t think it has anything to do with the-the disappearances recently?”

"They... were more like copy cats, Sir."

"I appreciate your efforts, sir. May I offer you some tea in return? Have you been patrolling day and night?" Sunday would assume so, based on the recent drama going around in campus over the last couple of weeks. A serial killer? It sounded unreal.

"..."

"Thank you for your hard work and effectiveness, Mr. Raskolnikov." Sunday said, keeping his hands behind his body. "But I cannot. The House of the Lord opens its arms to all. If I put up security measures, people will not feel comfortable coming here."

The physical prowess the man was displaying had been nothing but impressive; in all honestly, Zandik probably would have trouble carrying even just one of them. He wasn’t necessarily known for his build or physique.

"There was a knife involved."

Zandik had almost run into the man if not for the sudden greeting, startling him as he was fully invested in the report he was reading. It wasn’t often he left his office, but he tried to go out more and get to know the other people on campus; this one too was still unknown to him. At least in person.

Yeah. Definitely a fun person to hang around with. What were the odds they got stuck with an annoying Prince and a stick-in-the-mud soldier.

"...Perhaps, but I have been spending less and less time within my quarters to actually give a accurate statement of their character."

Oh. It seemed like a silent audience, but Lyney didn't mind - he knew how to handle all kinds of audiences, or so he wanted to believe. So he didn't mind the silence, but it was the mention of Dottore that made him raise his eyebrows, unable to really hide his surprise.

"It is basic information that you will know, when you stay long enough within the city. But for now, know that death for those kidnapped within the city is only temporary. Much like the ritual in Natlan, you will be revived within a day time."

There was still much he didn't know or understand about that place. The simplest theory led Lyney to blame Dottore entirely, but even so, he hadn't learned much since he had simply appeared in that foreign land. Therefore, he spent a lot of time exploring – whether to learn more about the environment around him and all its peculiarities, or to find allies.

"..."

"It sounds like you and sugar don't mix well." The Worm replies as they open the orange monstrosity - as their roommate called it. They take a bite.

"I do not have a...disposition towards it. It simply does not agree with my life style. A soldier such as I cannot abide by it either, since I am required to be fit and ready at all times of the day."

"You sound like you're fun to be around," the Worm says - rather sarcastic in their delivery. So this one won't be around as much? Interesting.

"Its usually done in a way to supress the information. I had merely done...tests to assume which one I can stomach. It turns out that all of them have sugar, that orange one is...the worst."

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One hand already on his face, as if covering from such nonsense.