The famous teal-haired singer is running around in a panic. “Shit shit shit!” Her hand looks like it has some kind of weird infection. Really weird, as she seems to have grown barnacles and suction cups on it. She’s looking for help, from anyone.

She then slowly put down her arms and only looked at him a bit confused as she then looked around. “…Pa?” She asked again as she then ran to a bookshelf. However, when she ran into it, she phased right through it. Almost like it wasn’t there.

“H-Hey!” He calls after her, watching as she goes right through the bookshelf. “What the hell?” His expression was one of pure confusion as he goes to follow after the girl. He hesitantly touches the bookshelf, trying to see if he could go through it like she did.

      she’s sat across from her, sitting at a slight angle as grey       pools watch, unmoved by the others’ outburst, though an       eyebrow does quirk.

           “well.. I couldn’t just leave you to get cold, you know.”

        she leans forward a bit; she’s still not sure why she acted         as she did, but that hardly mattered now, with the stranger         now in her home, angry as she was.         a saccharine facade was put on, wanting the other to simply         relax and stop yelling - it was quite honestly annoying.

          “my name’s ryoba. I’ll answer.. well, everything else, but            you need to calm down first.”

Felicia was walking around as she let out a small yawn. It was early in the morning and everyone was still fast asleep besides her. She was used to waking up early to get ready to do her duties as a maid even if there wasn’t any tasks for her to do.

“What should I do first...” She mumbled while rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Henry was covered in blood when he returned to the Plegian castle where he was told Grima would be. He didn’t exactly have a lot of time to wash it off before it was summoned there.

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