#4cutremix

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I heard you asked Judar to go dungeon crawling with you. Are you truly that afraid of me that you wouldn't invite me instead?]

What could Reines say? Normally, she wasn't the sort to throw herself into danger for the Stars of all people, but things had been almost too calm as of late. She didn't know what to do with all this time on her hands.

Hey. Is that all it takes to get you out of your hideout?

Especially when there is a rain of fire coming out of nowhere, overwhelming her and limiting her movements. Despite that, she needs to keep on moving. A thought of the wires being destroyed by this rain of fire, but probably it is not sufficient to turn things back to normal.

Fibonacci Ward has never felt this chaotic.

She runs and runs and runs, barely dodging the fireballs from the sky and trying her best to protect herself under whatever is left in this ward, whatever that is not immediately damaged or vanquished by the fireballs. She takes out her phone to check the location of a nearby wire. She is very close to it.

And as soon as she arrives at the location, obviously someone is going to protect it. It is not like anyone is going to let their guard slip just because there is a rain of fireballs.

“Please move...” She says, clenching her fists. She cannot run away. This is her duty. “I need to cut the wires.”

@4cutremix​ sent;

Update your fashion sense. Nobody wear a hat like that anymore.

Gimme the Hatemail

"Oh, people DO wear these! Can't do anything if the people in your world lack taste." he tipped with said hat.

    Compared to other people here, Maki’s weaponry wasn’t very extensive at the moment. She was able to acquire a real knife unlike the wooden one she was initially given, but she didn’t have a wide array of weapons at her disposal like she once used to. It was both a good and bad thing-- There were plenty of people in Spirale she didn’t trust and she knew how to keep up her guard. In that sense, she could tell whether or not someone would pose to be an enemy or have strength of their own. This situation posed no different for that aspect.

Doing her own errands was proving a nuisance. Lancer was no longer about to do the daily tasks for her, most delivery services refused to drop things off to the Mistwoods, and moving back to her Brother’s house was absolutely out of the question. 

So, what was a girl to do besides find someone else to rope into the grunt work? Why, she even knew just the target.

[Text to: Zeed