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While she could see all of their silhouettes, even try and put some of the pieces together herself everything else was all static that plagued her mind. Trying to take a walk to take her mind off only ended up wanting to find the answers even more.

"I wonder what else is going to happen next in this insane place..." And who else is actually suffering a similar fate to herself.

the day before, the sight of a giant soup bowl had captivated Paimon like a moth to a flame, and its seemingly endless supply had been reason enough to spend hours in the area. if not for the fall of night and plummeting temperatures, it wouldn’t have been a surprise had she suggested they simply stay, with a handy excuse of something far more poetic such as watching the sun rise. inevitably it had been that her first concern was returning, practically dragging Lumine by the arm back into Fibbonaci to resume their indulgence and use the opportunity as a means of gathering information about the city, all its impossibilities included.

so enthralled to see the cauldron just as it had been the night before, Paimon had wasted no time rushing forth, allowing details to fall by the waysides — such as the new aroma. measures strides brought the Traveler closer, affording a peek at the contents. while certainly, the colour resembled the prior day’s soup, it was unmistakable the differences between them. not the most bewildering thing she had come across on this island, but something difficult to process all the same. and if it were a replacement, she’d hoped the proper procedures had been followed — some people took their food very seriously (not to mention, she would be the one to hear Paimon’s complaints if they were to be had).

Sara looked to the vision on her hip, and the first thing she noticed was that it was dim. While she was thankful that it had not been snatched outright (though it would be ironic, if not humbling given events back home), Sara was not pleased to see that it had been tampered with somehow.

To add further insult to injury, the tengu was left with a toy bow and arrow which, combined with her vision, would not amount to anything at all.

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It’s easy to get lost, following the natural twists and turns in the streets, all while being taunted by the weird not-visions that lurk in the shadows. Some are unclear, impossible to make out, while others are -- not. He’s watched Ahsoka walk away from the Jedi Order a second time now, for example -- and the bitter tangle of emotions that brings about are made unpleasantly fresh all over again.

He presses the heel of his palm to his forehead and lets out a huff. The longer he wanders the mist-covered streets, the more his head begins to ache. Well -- more than his head, actually. It’s a full-body ache, like the kind often associated with sickness. It makes Anakin feel appropriately unwell.

His steadily increasing frustration boils within him; he feels like he’s been walking forever, but gotten nowhere. And everything looks the same when it’s all more or less completely obscured by mist...

This is so frustrating.

❝ Hey! ❞ he calls, spotting someone ahead. Hopefully it’s not another one of the city’s citizens who don’t seem to notice anything strange going on at all. They’re... difficult to deal with, completely ignorant to what’s happening right in front of them in a way that’s downright eerie. ❝ Where exactly is this? ❞

( ☀ ) ─ 'Cotes'. Gelebor murmured the name as he turned the pamphlet over in his hands, only pausing to glance up at the grand tree that adorned this 'sector'. Though not truly home -- nowhere here was -- there was comfort to be had in the clatter of hoofs against cobblestone, and hand-hewn stone structures befit a typical Skyrim city.

Yet not everything was familiar, and that was where trouble stood. It had been hours of walking, and a simple carriage ride back should have been just that, simple. He rereads the pamphlet once more, jabbing the 'phone' perched in his hand. Still, it seemed to do nothing. "Auri-el grace me with aid," he whispers, glancing for any sign of assistance, be it willing or not at this point. It comes in firey red hair and hunched shoulders, an individual buying something with similar device. How easy it all looked in the hands of an expert!

    “ Er... d-do correct me if I’m wrong, but you are the Gangrel I know, right? ” Say’ri hesitantly inquired while allowing her eyes to shift off towards the side. As ecstatic as she was that her boyfriend is finally here, she doesn’t want to get her hopes up, on the off chance he did happen to hail from a world where they weren’t a couple; after all, with ‘brave’ Dimitri, Claude, and Edelgard both originating from alternate  TIMELINES  where only they had won the war, it wasn’t that impossible for this Gangrel to be a different one. Still, Say’ri couldn’t help hoping that maybe, just maybe... he was the very same man she had remembered confessing to. That might be wishful thinking, though.

On how Lysithea ended up in Archimedes was barely out of her wandering volition but the Crystal Funhouse looked appealing but she’s no longer a child as she’s 20 years old. Despite the cold hoped that her outfit’s enough for warmth but there’s also someone else as well. 

Her attention’s focused on Gangrel as the woman in purple’s not too familiar on winter seasons in Spirale. This one is included.