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Currently floating with her shoulders above water, Setsuna was visibly thrilled by being surrounded by glowing fireflies even out a short distance into the sea. This kind of energy, enough to help her forget herself, made it easy to chat up a stranger.

“Is it normal for insects like this to be able to swim, or do you think it’s magic?”

With a lollipop in his mouth and a big smile on his face, Ramuda finds himself wandering down by the beach in the Golden Ward. He’s humming to himself and seems generally in a very good mood. This new place is definitely different from Shibuya, but that’s okay! 

There’s nobody on the beach at night. Figures, it’s kind of cold out right now. Almost everything’s closed right now, that’s kind of a pain. Do people really do this? Just come to the beach and just...

Scratch, scratch.

He has no idea. He doesn’t care, but Gyuutarou really has no idea what people do at the beach. Maybe it’s better in the daytime?

“I just don’t get it. Humans do this for fun? This place is dull as hell, man,” he says to no one in particular. “Smells bad. Look at that nasty seaweed all piled up. Not even anything to do out here. What a mystery. Maybe it’s good that I don’t get it.”

There’s some splashing from the water, but he pays it no mind. Probably just fish or something.

“Would you care to sit down with me, miss?” He smiled at her, his expression as friendly as could be. “It’s a pretty chilly day out, and moving around does help you warm up, but it also makes you tired more easily.”

He heard the lapping of water, hand out cautiously to avoid whatever drop there may be or grasp whatever railing could be around. It was only as he got closer he heard the distinct spouting of a fountain.

Reaching around cautiously for a bench that would surely be there - perhaps it was a park? He still felt pavement under his feet, and he was hardly following the logical conclusion of a path...

And yet he was right, fingers feeling the metal object, a familiar shape, a wave to it, and a rail presupposing a seat. Light allowed himself a careful seat, sitting in silence and allowing himself but a moment to wallow in his own exhaustion.

But only a moment, because that was not the natural lapping of water on stone. It was the splash of water on skin.

Well, she wasn’t wrong, but she had the wrong target. Priscilla didn’t know why the creature had come without it’s human camouflage. Of course, she couldn’t understand. The girl would never be able to understand the mindset of those who willingly allowed themselves to become beasts.

She thrust her half eaten candy apple into the nearest table like a discarded blade and sauntered over to the creature. In respect for the peace, she’d left her wooden blade at home. It wouldn’t help. As she was now, she didn’t have the strength to fight such a beast. But she would try. If she could give even one person the time to escape, it would be worth it.

Best to apply to it’s Warrior’s heart.

“You! Beast! If you have the slightest bit of honor, you will fight me one on one, without these hostages!”

She just yelled it to the whole room, pointing at the girl in the fish suit from the center of the dancefloor. Her tone was so horribly corny, it was next to impossible to believe she was being serious. Unfortunately, she was.