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...Stay calm. There was still time. Still hope. If she could just get up there, then she could do something... But how could she do that? A mere human was all she was, and there was no other way for her to get on it other than gaining height.

Turnip seemed much calmer than she was, now swinging the sword it had been entrusted for the time being around like a child that had been given a brand new toy. Truthfully, the lady had been following her little companion around, trusting that they would steer her away from unnecessary dangers. And for the most part, it was! They’ve already had to knock a couple of things over that got a bit too close, and she was certain that if a person happened to come along, their knees would be aching for the next week.

Much like her own... her feet slowly came to a stop as her body leaned down, hands resting on her own knees as she took several deep breaths. Running for this long wasn’t doing much to make her feel any better, it made her feel weaker than anything. Of course, Turnip had noticed this and immediately made a u-turn to check up on her. Once they were certain that she would be fine after some time to catch her breath and give her legs a break, they turned back around and held the sword defensively.

It was kind of cute... but also concerning. They must’ve learned that from her. Was she being too much of an influence?

At some point during Turnip’s continuous glances around, they stared in a particular direction for several seconds before a loud and happy sound got out of them, spinning around in excitement as they bolted off towards whatever had caused this excitement. “ Turnip, wait! “ A tired sigh got out of her as her rest had to come to an early end, straightening herself up and running after her companion. Unfortunately, it took a little longer than Turnip did to notice what had gotten them so excited earlier, but when she finally realised, her running only got faster.

“ Al! “ By the time Flora had caught up with Turnip, they were already making a bunch of noises at him, as well as swinging their sword around yet again. Thankfully not at him. It’s almost like they forgot they had it in their hand now... but that wasn’t her biggest concern. Deep and desperate breaths got out of her as she tried her best to not collapse right there and then. Gosh, this was going to be harder than she thought... but she needed to do something. “ Are you alright?! Nothing happened to you during all of this, right?! “ After giving him enough time to answer her question, her expression became a lot more... dull. Far too dull for someone as kind-looking as her.

“ ...You’ve seen the fortress too, haven’t you? It’ll destroy this place with everything else if we let it roam around! “ She couldn’t let that happen. Not because of her. This fortress could only be here because of her because she couldn’t get over the incident... this was her enemy. She needed to deal with it. “ What do we do!? We can’t just ignore it! “ The girl seemed panicked. Then again, most people did... except Turnip, they were just listening to them intrigued while they kept a lookout again.

Welcome back to beautiful Isola Radiale, Alfendi!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 174.

You will retain everything you had during your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

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Clive didn't know why, but he felt surprisingly happy. It's as if he was a child again, finding joy in the little things. It's been forever since he last felt like this... He should do something, definitely has plenty of energy to do so— Maybe help someone in need, or dance in the crowd! Then again, Clive would love to talk with someone, share his sudden joy with—

...Oookay, maybe this went a little too much into his head. Currently, on the surface of Fibonacci, he's been walking by the streets in a quick manner. But not because he's in a hurry!! He's, in fact, dancing a little, with some basic steps that let him continue going onward without catching too much attention or have to stop by the spot. Just having fun, tipping his hat to strangers while wearing a bright smile, as well as try and cheer up some citizens who weren't all too happy right now by speaking with them. After all, nobody should feel down on such a great day as this! Is it really this strange to be in a good mood?

Eventually, someone vaguely familiar, it's just like— OH! "HEY! Wait a moment, Alfie!!" ...Alfie? Clive, are you okay?

Quickly hurrying to the other to cut their path, he snaps his fingers and points at them as an overly energetic greeting.

"Aye! Long time no talk, hasn't it?" Yes, Clive, you've been avoiding him deliberately.

"Are you going to a Café? I'll be honest, many cafés here got excellent tea, at least to my experience— Wait, ooh, you came from that antique shop just now, right? You do seem like an antique kinda guy. I mean, I still remember that fancy coin, ha—!" God, someone, just shut him up.

"Say, would you like to go for some Tea? It'd be on me— C'mon, we had no chance to talk a lot back then!"

——- First time around they were gracious enough to swap her with someone she knows, if vaguely. She has no recollection of this man.

A numbness washes over this heart, not something she can pinpoint as she’s left her powers where her body stands. Not necessarily a state of calm, an eternal composure, but more like a persistent lack of something. ( It worries her; not only for the man she replaces but herself for the time she’s in this state. )

Once Mob gets used to the reality that this is not an illusion world, he falls back into old habits quickly. One of them is school, attending the local public university for all ages.

The other is running.

He runs every single day after school on a path that takes him through the various parks of the Cotes District, and he gives it his all every time, as if the Body Improvement Club was still pushing him on.

Unfortunately for Mob, his best is... not very good.

Yeah, he’s going to collapse.

Yeah, he’s collapsing.

Yeah, he’s on the ground.

“Tell me, what is this for?” Upon figuring out the ins and outs of Spirale, Lucifer has happened to stumble across a shop selling metal parts of all sorts of shapes and sizes. Lucifer’s curious nature is still in tact, it seems. He’s holding a part at arms length, twisting the part around. Here, it seems that there’s still a lot more to be discovered, and, that’s pretty much all that Lucifer ever did. If it wasn’t endlessly tossing through pages, he has the freedom now to do a lot more. That in itself seems to be one good thing in this turn of events.

He turns to the nearest stranger with a smile. “If you can, that is. I hope I’m not interrupting you. Shops like this are fascinating.”

She stops to catch her breath. She didn’t think anything was here, but she’d seen enough people running from things she couldn’t see to realise that everyone was seeing different things. From the wounds scattered about, and the inexplicable scaling of empty air -- as incredible as it was, she was inclined to believe whatever they were seeing was real. As real as what was happening to her, as she leans her head back against the cold wall.

Opening her eyes after a moment, Aurica watches the street, not moving from where she sits for now. There hadn’t been a quiet moment for a while, and she would take all the energy she could get. As she watches, though, she notices a man -- shuffling a little cautiously, with a lit candle in his hand, even in the broad daylight.

“Here, I’ve got it!” Carmen bends down, returning a fallen book to its owner. She spends a lot of time in Spirale’s University; she wants to know as much as she can, especially in such a strange place. Though she has yet to find the answers she’s looking for, she has found it to be a great place to meet like-minded people.