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Haru smiled at her words, even though she likely couldn't tell from her position. Still, it made him happy to hear that she wanted to spend time with him. Thankfully, he enjoyed spending time with her as well.

Now to come up with where they should go. That was something for the ox to ponder - mostly because he'd have to make sure to put forth extra effort to avoid wandering to the point of getting lost. He could handle himself getting lost, but he'd hate to get Kisa lost too.

  𝓗earing that she would appreciate the assistance, it made his own decision easier to make sure that she had help. The quicker they could go through this promotion process, the quicker they could get the games back on track. The more they were at a standstill, the more the contestants would get aggravated and potentially have another riot on their hands. The bloodshed was great, but not enough for the VIP's to find entertaining. Not with their own lives on the line with the players making their way up the stairs and taking out guards every few paces. There was a lingering silence for a couple of seconds between the two of them before the Frontman turned on his heels and took a couple of paces away from the pink guard. Placing his hands behind his back in a casual resting position. ❝Tell me. What do you think of the events that just occurred?❞

What she wasn't going to share though was how intrigued she was by those players making the choice to fight back. As a former player herself, a part of her found herself hoping for them, even if it put her against her colleagues. The practical part of her though knew that there was no real winning outcome for those players though.

A May from earlier this year that I drew to encourage people to support real artists instead of impersonators and thieves on Twitter.

Genuinely silly comic inspired by the idea "lol what if Gohan thought Cell ate batteries" and me being me I had to make it a whole thing with all the story beats :D

Queue Haru staring blankly at the younger Sohma. Sure, he didn't really get the whole '6 7' thing either, but he didn't see any harm in it. With that in mind, the ox slowly moved his hands in the 6 7 gesture, mostly just to urge on Hiro's rant.

It was indeed a villager approaching, one Luisa was familiar with. Juan Vargas, known by the kids as “the silly donkey man” on account of his funny high pitched voice and usually cheery, albeit awkward disposition. He was looking rather nervous as he approached Luisa Madrigal as he cleared his throat and began.

“Luisa… I know you are really busy but I’ve got a big favor to ask you…” he gulped and took a deep breath before continuing, “the donkeys got out again early this morning and one of them got out really far this time, my Sobrino Rafael and his dog went after her nearly four hours ago and they haven’t come back… would you help me look?” He gestured in the direction of mountains on the outskirts of town.

Luisa was used to Juan Vargas coming to her for help. She had no problem with the man, although his donkeys were rather frustrating with their escape artist skills.

She forced a smile, doing her best to conceal any exhaustion or frustration. "Let me finish dropping this off then I'll go search with you." While she could have offered to search alone, she felt it'd be best to go together. After all, his donkeys trusted him more than her since he was their owner. She could handle them, but she also felt that it'd be best for there to be more than just her in case one of them would need to return to the village for backup in a worst case scenario when it came to the search party that was already out.

Page of Pentacles. Art by Camila Quintana, from The Jasmine Dragon Tarot.

Cabbage Man is the Page of Pentacles! I chose him because this card means manifestation, financial opportunity and skill development. Who was a bigger hustler than this man?

  ❝𝓘 don't really know if it matters... I guess it might.❞ Sydney said, looking over each door from where she stood. It was hard to pick which one. What if it determind what team they would be on, or what game they'd play. There was no telling what would come from it. ❝Let's just pick one. Stick together as much as we can, I suppose.❞ It wasn't like she could ask the spirits for help. This compound had a weird, sinister energy to it, and not just because of the creepy guards. But she could also feel something blocking her from connecting with the other side. Perhaps there was a reason. So she would have to tread lightly.

The rapper nodded in agreement. Sticking together as much as possible seemed like a good idea. It seemed like it'd be the best way to make sure that they could remain allies for as long as possible. For all his issues, he did tend to value those that he considered allies.