Tranquility, Purity and Spirit~

There was a clear change in the atmosphere, that was for sure. At first, the shaman assumed that another worldwide issue was stepping into the mortal realm alike the event with the gremlins and the Night, but so little change outside assured him that this was different. He just had to look out of the small, rectangular window at the top of the white, marble wall; was it snowing, again? Was the sky black as coal? Was the air polluted? None of that… it was just this soothing homesickness. It annoyed him. Why was he feeling so longing for… well, something? He began thinking of the land of cherry blossoms, Midi, his home country… no, this wasn’t the type of homesickness for his birthplace. It felt… magical.

Where was this feeling coming from? What pulled him towards this unknown, uncoordinated destination that he desired to reach so much after just waking up another day? He couldn’t help but drop the scrubber, lean on the wall of the toilet inside the guild hall and hold a hand on his forehead - which was covered by a janitor’s headband - as if he had a fever. “…” He was silenced by the sensation. It must’ve been a product of magic, somehow. He could ask Kyuken and Zirconis, since they eyed him after entering the bathroom, but he batted not a single eye to them. He was too troubled in his own thoughts at the moment, and that obviously worried the familiars.

“… D-Did he catch a cold? Is the toilet too much?”
“He’s… no, he might feel the same thing as I do.”
“… What? Did you catch salmonella too?”
“No… I feel… homesick. It’s hard to explain, but…”
“?”
“Something… something in the far distance is calling to me. It’s a type of magic, but… I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
“Why can’t I feel it?”
“Well, it must be magic. Are you a wizard like me and Mura?”
“W-Well, good point… it must be a trap.”
“It could be…”

He would have to gear up and attend to the guild hall to find out if anyone else felt the same. Zirconis made a good point; it was likely some kind of widespread magic phenomenon, so Kyuken couldn’t feel anything. As of now, Mura felt homesickness and longing for something that he couldn’t begin to picture in his head due to not knowing what he longed for. It was like thinking that you had a crush, but you couldn’t picture their face in your head.

Fortunately, Mura was far from the only one who felt this atmosphere. Several notes appeared on the guild board from the Magic Council that explained little; this atmosphere affected many or all wizards, and it required highly experienced wizards to find out its source and how to proceed with it at that point. Therefore, the Magic Council had pinpointed the location of this mild disturbance at Sin, the land likely mistaken for Fat Monsterland on occasion, and for good reason. It wasn’t exactly a preferred vacation spot, but Mura was convinced of the weight of this request, so he took it to heart and prepared his gear.

Obviously, he needed his katana. Magic and sword just fell perfectly in place with each other, and Mura was easy to get irritated and kind of unsettled when he wasn’t wielding a blade in any area feared by the mass. Harusame and the Futsu no Mitama blade were firmly strapped onto his left hip after having donned his Toad Sage Gi. His WristLac was online, too. Everything else was up to his magic to provide him with. And with that, he ventured out through the front door, planted his feet on the granite floor and bent down a little.

“Alright, destination; Sin!”
“Taking off in 3… 2…”
“1…”

And at ‘go’, Mura’s feet released short but sharp bursts of jet-like fire that shot him up in the air without damaging the kerb road beneath his feet. High up in the taller altitudes, he dashed forth and flew over the outskirts of Magnolia to soon be flying across countries like Bosco, Stella, Joya and Desierto. His feet were covered in rock with holes on the heels that released jets to power his flight speed. Because of that, it didn’t take long until he caught Nessa’s presence, which genuinely surprised but also relieved him. If not for the janitor job of his, he would have remembered that she and Sorano would accompany him, so he didn’t have to enter any nerving investigations alone. It was pleasant and a huge help for the shaman. He descended towards her position and noticed how she stood still, thinking that she might have noticed something of importance… or maybe just the absence of wind.

Don’t worry, Mura’s jet-like descent provided a rapid wind from behind the Saint of Purity. It would announce his arrival. “I… I don’t like this feeling,” he started speaking to her, “I can’t help but think… maybe, whatever is calling us is a trap.” After having been casually teleported to the far edges of the universe and the far edges of people’s minds so many times, the mere unexplained call to a wizard like him felt distrustful. Mura’s critical sense was high, and for good reason…

“… Hey, I didn’t know that you had a fellow Exceed. Hey there, buddy…” he greeted the grey, small exceed fellow. He even reached a finger to stroke the exceed’s forehead like a cute house cat. Cats were one of Mura’s favorite animals, and Exceeds sure looked like cats… a lot. Oh, by the way, he forgot to take off the janitor’s headband.

WC: 949

Agreed. The magic… it must’ve been enormous. Powerful. To affect many wizards all over Fiore, to alert the Magic Council and make them wary of the effects in such a wide scale, you would require immense amounts of magic power. They would have to take caution, because the shaman did expect this sensation to stir up some unpleasant possibilities and outcomes. What if dark wizards and criminals felt it too, approaching this place along with them? What if this was actually a trap to capture all wizards? It was more of a hunch and anxious thought than anything else… Mura had yet to find the source in Sin. He would have to keep his eyes open for anything worthy of notice that would lead them to a more substantial explanation.

Mura’s face backed a few inches in mild shock by Sebastian’s outrage. He was quick and strict, forbidding Mura of stroking his head. Nessa kindly explained that Sebastian might have been what the shaman would call ‘tsundere’ out of experience… or somewhat close to that. He felt a little full of himself, the cat, and appeared to have taken the petting as something undermining to his character. But what was so undermining about being an exceed? Magical feline creatures who could inherently fly and support other creatures with flight was a very nice heritage. Maybe he just wanted to be more than that and had a vision for himself…

“Hmh… f-fair,” he simply replied in acceptance. Sebastian would have to associate with Mura in his own pace if he wished so. Mura usually approached fluffy creatures like this… like some kind of stereotypical action of his. It could grow into an issue if he casually and carelessly approached the wrong types of people - he obviously saw Sebastian as an ally and friend, a guildmate of his, but what if he fell into a trap? These were important things to think through as well… another day.

Oh, hey. Hoshi was another exceed that Mura was much more associated with, a close friend of his and the closest companion to Sorano, the Guildmaster of Fairy Tail and his little sister figure. Glad to see them arrive in good time, Mura stroked Hoshi’s head as he noticed the headband. “T-That’s actually for later, I’m not done with the toilets…” Yeah, even the small duties were expected to be done at one point. The headband was traditional in handling this kind of labor for the guild.

Nessa’s eyes changed temporarily. Magic emitted from her, and she used it to summon a golden tool that the Onmyōji was oblivious to. He had never seen it before… it looked like the handle of a rapier without the blade and with the round bar of the handle duplicated, so that it’s attached to both ends. However, it possessed similarities to golden appendages and jewelry hung up in houses to him. Other than the rapier reference, he had yet to realize its purpose as a mighty and powerful weapon of hers. “Well, we’re all here now. Let’s continue; I do think that we’ll not walk around Sin without facing someone else…”

In the far distance, Mura’s ears heard… earthquakes. It started slow, but it surely travelled its way to the Fairy Tail Wizards, gently vibrating the surface beneath their feet while the magnitudes were far higher at the source of the phenomenon. It was caused by two distant groups of wizards, each wanting to find the source of this magic that led them all here, but unwilling to let anyone else accompany or even take the claim away from them. They were fighting deeper in the valleys of Sin with a few hills and higher terrain covering the view towards them, but their location was also near the ancient ruins of an old empire that used to rule here.

The shaman wanted a closer look, though. His hands rose as he warned the two ladies: “Alright, stand still. Make sure I’m going in the right direction.” Imitating ancient, Midian body movements that inspired several martial arts and even inspired the Fiorian book about a Midian adventure called ‘The Boy in the Iceberg’, the earth beneath them - as barren and dead as it looked - shifted and suddenly lead them all forth towards the edge of the nearby valley a mile away. The shifting of the earth mainly provided them a hiding spot up in the front in case if the fighters were to notice someone approaching. It was down at the bottom of that valley that the earthquake must’ve originated from given the tectonic waves.

The quakes suddenly skyrocketed, and it was suddenly cracking and lifting the land all around the lot. Now, it didn’t really matter what direction they took if we focused on the battle cries in the distance, because Sin’s surface around them almost turned into cereal. Only the plate of earth that Mura commanded was unaffected, which must’ve meant that the earthquake was magical in nature.

Once they braked at the edge of the valley with a discreet piece of rock covering their front, Mura eyed the two guildmates of his. “Is it any nearer us now? D-Don’t tell me I got us all lost or anything… I can’t pinpoint this One Magic so clearly. It’s all… much fuzzier now than back at Fiore.”

WC: 892
TWC: 949 + 892 = 1841

It must’ve been hard for Sorano. Mura wasn’t exactly standing out in terms of magical sensory, but even turtles could sense this wave of energy and assume it to be magic on the instance. Given that he had been on various missions and journeys with the ‘letter mage’ that was now his elevated Guildmaster, Mura had a broad knowledge of her capabilities over time. Her magical sensory was in a whole other league, and maybe getting closer to this source could worsen her condition. She looked like she was in a slight displeasure already now. His hand patted her small shoulder as he quickly threw these words at her: “It’s not fair having magical senses like yours right now… j-just tell us if it becomes too much for you.” He was speaking out of worry for his ideal little sister, and despite her being his Master and hold slightly more experience and magical prowess than him, she was still clearly younger. He couldn’t help but worry about the young ones… just like people worried for him.

But he knew very well that they were on a mission. In the end, it was probably her business, and he should likely trust her to get through this. This surge of energy that now covered the Fairy Tail Wizards like air particles had direct contact with them, and beside the magical brain fart, it not only prompted them to get closer and closer… but it also prompted something to come out. Out of him.

It was a stomach feeling, a hunch whose meaning Mura hadn’t been aware of. He shook it away and looked at Nessa who was about to channel another spell to help them locate this source more specifically. A ball of light escaped her palm and bounced up in the air, aiming right for the track that they were going to take in order to find their target. According to the ball, the source was close to the very center of the valley, which meant that they would have to bypass the wizards waging war on each other. The valley was huge, and their shockwaves could still be felt from here. Mura would have to guess that they were around his level of strength, and the numbers only added up to that. Thankfully, Nessa planned to call some of her friends who could help create a distraction, preventing any of the Fairy Tail Wizards from using up their mana right now. Given the influence of the source of this ‘flux’, he feared that greater anomalies awaited further ahead. It was inevitable with such strong sources of magic existing.

“Urgh… I-I don’t feel too good, either.”
“M-Mura… I think this is affecting us too.”

Mura looked at each of his shoulders where Kyuken and Zirconis floated above. His two companion ghosts who were requirements for most of his magic. They looked ill given by their facial expressions, and Mura didn’t know that spirits could feel that ill. An explanation was soon to come up by Zirconis:

“T-This surge is making me dizzy… I-I hate it. D-Don’t count too much on Kyuken today… r-rather, I can handle it.”
“W-What are you t-talking about?! I-I’m… I’m- urrrghhh, my head… and my eyes…”
“It’s… like an epileptic seizure. I didn’t know that you s-suffered from tha-“
“W-Wha? Epidemic?”

“… Hang on, you two,” Mura assured them. Before him, two Valkyries had been summoned by Nessa and her magic, one emerging from a vortex of air, and another emerging from a ball of raging blazes. The shaman raised a hand up in a greeting to them as his name was introduced along with his guildmates’, and he quickly noticed what set them apart from each other. It was kind of funny to see how elegant one of them was in contrast to how laid-back the other was. But they delivered quite a nice distraction, and it revealed how easy the attention of those other wizards was to grab. At this point, all they now had to do was to dive into the valley and follow the orb that functioned as a pathfinder.

Strange. The weather was greyish with the sky covered up right now, except the round area where the valley was right underneath. It was no joke just how much magic power this source had, and Mura felt teased and lured to ask himself more and more about it. Where did it come from? Was the source a living creature? Perhaps an unknown wizard of monstrous power? Or was the source an ancient tome or artifact? What was it? What was it?! It frustrated him a little… oblivious to the changes in his own body at the very moment, he had all his attention on the path they had to take. "I'm ready," he said as he leapt off the platform that he and the others had travelled on, sliding down the naked valley as the ground beneath his feet softened at his command. It made for a nice slide downwards, quick and almost soundless to not attract any sensitive ears nearby. As long as he concentrated, the same effect would happen for Nessa and Sorano-imouto unless if they leant towards other methods of following the orb.

He would have to be on his guard. With Kyuken feeling so ill that he could barely synchronize with Mura properly, it rested more upon Zirconis to provide him with spells other than his onmyōdō powers. But despite being an Onmyōji, he still had a lot of unmastered spells that he feared to rely on. He felt much safer with his usual element-bending spells and with the ravaging dragon spells that Zirconis was able to provide him with.

“… F-Feeling any better, Kyuken?”
“Urgh, s-shut up, gecko…”
“… Pitiful bastard. P-Perhaps you deserve to suffer like this…”
“Erhhh?!”

Kyuken’s vision was affected by his past pains with epilepsy. A stun grenade could knock him out - thankfully, they weren’t invented back then in Midi - but it was an issue that Mura had never crossed before. Talk about a bad timing…

WC: 1014
TWC: 1841 + 1014 = 2855

Nice job rom Nessa and her two Valkyrian pals. Without drawing any of the opposing wizards towards themselves, they managed to move down the valley with no resistance. Mura could only hope that Tiphanae and Lucinda would be able to keep them at bay - or at the very least give all of them a good hour of sleep or more - in order for the Fairy Tail gang to uncover whatever turned so many wizards into exploration narcomaniacs. About that… yeah, it kind of affected Mura a little more now than before. Just approaching a few dozen meters closer down the valley caused his heart to flutter in eagerness of finding out what this One Magic was all about, but it was so strange to feel this way when he had next to no interest in it earlier today… this level of attention couldn’t be given in a day. There was something fishy about it, and that contrary, fishy feeling stuck to his forehead like a pearl of sweat for the most of the time.

Sorano-imouto had quickly been able to cast off most of the effects of the One Magic from herself and offered to help Kyuken and Zirconis with it. They had been super-effected by it and gladly accepted her helping hand; Kyuken even bumped Zirconis off to get cured first. “M-Me first, you…!” he roared, not wanting to waste another second in this state of nausea. After that was done, and the two ghost pals had regained their composures, Mura listened along on Sorano-imouto’s explanation on the ordeal.

There were high-ranking wizards here too. And knights, although he didn’t exactly figure out where from yet. Were they also here to secure the One Magic? What purpose did they seek with it? He wasn’t able to read their thoughts or decrypt their minds like Sorano-imouto. However, if he learned anything from their cries and shouts earlier, then it was that they were rather stubborn. He would hold onto that unfair judgement of his and pull through the rest of the mission with it.

The shining orb that led the way for them, manifested by Nessa’s magic, had suddenly halted while levitating just a few inches above the uneven ground. That was where the effects of this strange phenomenon called One Magic were strongest felt by those above the surface, and they all regained this sickening, nauseating sensation. At this point, Mura despised whatever this One Magic did to him, and he clearly began wanting to get rid of these effects himself. Had it not been for Sorano-imouto’s own high-level spell, then he would’ve definitely felt even worse.

To switch from yearning for the One Magic to despising it, though… it was a total 180 degrees turn by a few meters. Was he having a hormonal impact from this or what?

Either way, to continue, they had to go down. Nessa clutched in with her Varja and caused the earth above the orb to crumble and dissolve into sand that quickly sunk down and, in a handful amount of time, created a staircase for them to walk down a nicely shaped hole. The shaman could clearly see that doing so under the pressure of the One Magic had been no joke, and the trickling pearls of sweat complimented her generous smile towards them. Therefore, he returned the smile and a reply: “Nice. Now, let’s hurry.”

Speaking of hurry, that had to be emphasized as their cover had been blown! Bullshit, they had been so silent all this time! Now, Tiphanae and Lucinda were trying their best to give them enough time to go down the hole and escape the horde aiming for them, and Mura wouldn’t want to waste any more time, in which he ran down the stairs along with the others. “Urgh, t-this is… even worse…” Mura groaned as he wiped some sweat off of his forehead. He hadn’t noticed yet, but Kyuken and Zirconis… yeah, they had been totally scrambled by this effect, and therefore they had been temporarily turned into pure hitodama. Uncharacterized orbs of life energy with no person as they were in slumber.

Meanwhile, Mura laid his eyes on the large cavern as well as the stone filled with crystals and gemstones. It looked like a huge ornament of jewels, but… could this be the One Magic? It was true that all the magic that resonated around this specific cavern was a dead giveaway, but somehow, Mura felt an innate desire to oppose it.

“… How are we going to secure that huge orb?” Mura asked out. There it was again, the faint desire to horde some of One Magic… for himself. And it was such a disgusting feeling, and he wanted to vomit over how selfish that was. “… F-Forget securing it. We should-“

A blast appeared from the wall behind them, at the end of the cavern. An Earth Wizard had drilled his way into the room along with two other wizards. They were clad in the same knights armor that they witnessed before, meaning that they were likely here for official business. “… Wait, hold on…” one of the knights told the others as he held an arm to stop them from advancing, “What are you wizards doing here? … Wait, I’ve seen your faces before. You’re both Wizard Saints from Fiore, if I recall correctly. You have to step aside; we’ve been ordered to secure it.” Secure it, my ass; from what Mura felt, there wasn’t anything to help oneself with this One Magic, and it gave him the bad vibes. Besides, it had been drawing all types of wizards to this one area, possibly endangering all their lives by clashing against each other, and for what?

What did they want from it? More power?

“You should rather… no, what I mean is-“ Mura spoke up, feeling rather in a bind unlike what he had ever felt before. I’m starting to lose even more of my cool, now… are those crystals really that worth it? Can’t we just destroy them and their effects on us? he began thinking, keeping his gaze upon the knights ahead of him. One of the other knights huffed, drawing Mura’s attention to him. The knight’s hand was drilled into the ground below him… which meant…

“NESSA, BELOW!!!”

Mura shouted as quickly and clearly as possible, turning his face towards her to see that whatever spell the knight was going to throw on any of them hadn’t taken effect yet. This was all but a distraction, however; as the knight with his hand in the ground was, in fact, channeling a fire spell to spear up from the ground beneath Nessa’s feet, the third wizard had taken the opportunity to launch a white square at Mura’s direction. Being distracted, Mura only noticed it when it was too late to get away or evade its huge form, so he depended on Harusame and Kyuken to cut it apart- which was the shattering gateway for the revelation that neither Kyuken nor Zirconis responded to his spell’s command. That meant that Mura and his katana were pushed all the way back right into the large gemstone by the white square that seemed to only increase in magnitude as it was apparently squashing them. As if trying to push it away wasn’t all the efforts in the world, but having the gemstone drilled right into his back caused so much ruckus in Mura’s magical system, and he started having a somewhat similar situation to electrical damage.

This was no good. He was unable to escape the pressure of the white figure from the knight’s spell, and if he didn’t get away from it anytime soon, then he might lose all of his magic power and die.

WC: 1298
TWC: 2855 + 1298 = 4153

Homesickness wasn't an unfamiliar feeling to the onyx-haired man with the brilliantly luminous blue eyes. If anything, he constantly felt it. Either it was for the hazy home of cobbled stone and shops with sweet treats, or it was for Tomoe, or, more recently, for Rin Mayou. He felt homesick for the days when he didn't feel homesick. For those fleeting moments of careless joy and comfort in the arms of someone who saw his value and treasured it. Sometimes he even felt it for those days when his heart had been hardened, if only because things hurt less and he didn't feel like...this.

Strangely, though, this time his homesickness was accompanied by an intense urge to travel to Sin. He'd never been to Sin before. Desierto would have made sense, even though he never wished to return there. He'd cut his teeth in Desierto, but feeling this sort of way for a place he'd never been was a fight between his mind and his heart. Theo's brain definitely kept reminding him that you couldn't long to return to somewhere you'd never turned before, but Theo's heart-- figuratively speaking since he didn't have much of a real one-- was definitely screaming to go. To get into his flying ship and sail to the other end of Earthland. It made him restless. It kept him up at night. There was no avoiding it. So he did.

It felt less strange if he imagined this to be a treasure hunt. He traveled a lot for that passion anyway, and he was certainly capable of craving items he'd never actually laid eyes on and only heard about. Perhaps his heart was just telling him of a rumored valuable of epic proportions and he was doing what was only natural for a treasure hunter of his caliber to do...rush off without much thought!

Upon flying over a particular valley, he felt the need to land suddenly. His ship drew near to the ground, revealing it wasn't just him that was drawn to this evil hellscape. There were hordes of mages from all over, from the looks of it, all fighting amongst themselves down in the bottom of the tear in the land. It was an odd feeling, being repulsed by the desolate, blackened environment with its acrid smells and piping hot lava rivers yet also inexplicably drawn to set foot in the land of monsters and demons to try and soothe this homesickness. The closer he became the sicker with longing he became. He had to find out what it was and get close to it.

Perhaps he should have thought through where he landed a little better, though. In his desperation to get relief, he just bounced down into the fray. While Theo had little interest in fighting, everyone else in the crowds seemed rather keen on it and he was instantly accosted! Turning to jello and bouncing around like a pin-ball while people swung at, elbowed, kicked, and bit him only helped so much. Just because some weapons and magics could pass through him didn't mean the cuts in his gelatinous state didn't injure him. Upon switching back to flesh and blood, he'd still bleed from cuts and gouges. "OWIE!" He did his best to defend the worst of the surprisingly powerful spells and attacks launched at him. The ex-Rising Star didn't want to hurt anyone but also wanted to investigate what was truly going on down in this valley. It was maddening. He didn't see anything! What was everyone fighting for?! What was so seductive that it could draw and aggro people on this wide scale? Why did it feel like he had eaten a jumbo magnet and its mate was so close that his stomach might rip right out and zip to cling to it? Did he still have the mental capacity to figure it out all on his own?

"Oh my gosh, STOP HURTING ME!" Theo squawked in the chaos, highly disturbed by the pain he was in. Theo hated pain. Feared it. He'd frankly endured way more of it than anyone should, but he'd also "survived" more than most could come back from...which is why he also feared death. Both of those fears combined would have normally been enough to send Theo running for the exit, but these weren't normal circumstances. If anything, his fears were the only things keeping his mind sober enough to think as rationally as he was normally capable of. He did worry he might actually die before he figured all of this out, though.

Luckily death wasn't on the table for a fourth time... today, anyway.

As the bedraggled treasure hunter was shoved toward and promptly blasted out of the outer ring of the giant brawl in the valley, he landed in a heap and just laid there, taking a breather. Another ruined tracksuit. It was full of slices, burns, and holes now, some edged in his blood. His cheek was pulsing and probably actively bruising and he wanted nothing more than to not re-enter the fray. That's when he noticed it. The ground was vibrating. His hand pressed to the dark dirt to make sure. His head twitched around, trying to see what was causing it. Angling it backward, he took in the world from an upside-down perspective. A good distance behind him there was some dust and dirt being kicked up, even though he saw no one. Since everyone else was more concerned with bashing each other's head in, maybe he'd just go see what was going on over there.

Sneaking up to it with his most sneaky-sneak skills (on all fours and nearly slithering at some point), he found himself peering into a roughly drilled tunnel! "Very crafty," Theo grinned, blood dripping down his split lip and off his chin. It seemed like the classic opportunistic approach any raider would use to gain the upper hand in a prize race, pushing forward out of sight while everyone else was focused on something stupid. Of course, whatever this was had to be underground. All the good things were! Mentally kicking himself for letting his mind be so clouded that his default shiny-hunting instincts were turned off, he silently followed whoever was drilling this magnificent hole.

It turned out to be some knights, judging by the armor. He didn't know where they were from, but one was using fire to light the way, one was actively drilling the hole, and one more just followed behind. Theo kept back enough that he could barely see them, but also could enjoy a little of the light. He'd rather not dissolve into a blubbering infant over the darkness while in a tunnel in the middle of Sin.

After what felt like an eternity of keeping silent, there was a tell-tale blast and they were through to a room! He nearly whooped in excitement, but an instant later he couldn't even if he'd wanted to do something so stupid. The wave of magic busting through the opening was enough to make him dizzy enough to dry-heave, but he managed to keep it together. Still, Theo hung way back despite wanting to run head-long into the room to see what exactly was hidden beneath the valley, find out what was twisting up his insides so much. Judging by the voices, which he couldn't understand because of all the echoes, it seemed his little knights had run into more people down here! Oh no, just how many people were down here to fight over whatever it was?! Please don't be the massive clusterbuster from topside!

A mix of curiosity and the draw eventually won out and suddenly he was moving. Rushing forward he decided to take the cautious approach to entry. The floor of the tunnel slicked with a jello film, spreading out into the room beneath everyone just after two of the three knights launched their attacks. He had surprise on his side, so as he skated into the room the three knights could only gape at him, do a slippy dance, and fall on their rumps. With some waves of his hand, large jello molds rose up from the ground and encased the knights up to their necks, holding them in place to jiggle in cherry-scented rage.

Spinning on his heel to do the same to the rest of the mystery people in the room, he was shocked to see two familiar faces. After a brief pause and a couple blinks, Theo awkwardly waved to them, grinning sheepishly. "Uh...Yo!"


[wc: 1423 || Theo's Total: 1423 || Thread Total: 13,500/20,000]