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You awaken amidst the darkness with only a faint light to greet you. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. After an hour or two of wandering through the crystal wilderness, a group of people find you worse for wear. They are the gallant Moon Knights from the planet of Prismatica. Because of the strange phenomena during the past months when scientists observed the sudden appearance of rainbow crystals in the sky, the government has been feverishly combing through the moon for more Moonblessed to be rescued. You’ll eventually be brought into Iris’s moon government center.

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They tell you about their world and about the first appearance of the Moonblessed as the medical staff give you an examination to make sure you’re not carrying any viruses or biological hazards. If you react violently, you may be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. Once the examinations are over, you’re informed that you will be provided accommodations on their planet during your stay. You will then be escorted to the docks, and led onto a large transport vessel that makes frequent trips back and forth between the Iris moon and the planet. Faces onboard vary from both old and new Moonblessed as well as the local Prismals.

The next destination: Prismatica.

▶ There and Back Again
Iris Moon, Government Center (Arrival) and Planet Prismatica, City of Lunatia | top

Welcome to Prismatica’s hub, Lunatia, the city of your dreams! A bustling metropolis lush with bright lights, vibrant colors, luxuriant plant life, and all the conveniences of technology absent from your own world… It seems like paradise to all the uninitiated. After a quick tour of the city, new arrivals can find themselves getting cozy in their new homes.

A Settle in your new home at Level 2 to find new roommates and say hello to your neighbors! City officials will give you directions to the designated districts across Level 2 and instruct you to pick out a unit. Each apartment complex has a different aesthetic, some may look cozy, some stylish, and some bizarre. The free accommodations have a basic living space that can only fit two or three people at most in one unit.

Starter Chromaspace furnishings are provided which can be controlled with the touch of a built-in panel. Examples are color-changing curtains, transforming sofa beds, cabinets turning into tables, etc. Customizing your apartment or moving out will have to wait until you earn more chroma. Until then, why don’t you check out your new neighborhood or explore the city levels? Maybe your new roommates or neighbors can give you a “hand” with allowance for dinner.

B As a Remooning gift from the Lunar Scientia Headquarters, the dedicated team from the Amphoria Room has released their latest perfected technology: Amphoria Pods. These VR Pods, which can fit up to four people at a time, have been set up in the gaming hub within Level 1’s PrismaPlace. They allow users to upload sceneries of their world in order to create a realistic holographic landscape of their homes that others can access and play around with, granting everyone the means to relive past memories with their loved ones as well as interact with the bestiary of other worlds. The pods also use the same technology that enhanced the popular virtual game, League Match Action Online (LmaO), which means you’re liable to feel the chill of cold environments, the burning heat from boiling water, the hard slap of your ex-lover, or the biting sting of a stray wasp. All who use the Amphoria Pods for the first time this year will also receive a small amount of Chroma in case things get too real.

▶ God Save Us from the Queen
Level 1, PrismaPlace and Level 2, Greatmoon Groves | top

The first month of the year is packed with two of the most important winter events this season: Queen Elara’s birthday and the League Match Action Online (LmaO) PVP semi-finals. It just so happens that the Queen of Lunatia is also a huge LmaO fan. Coincidence? Definitely not! LmaO players and royal family fans alike can meet her at PrismaPlace, where she will be appearing in cosplay of her favorite hero, Ah-Kari, while holding a body pillow of Commander GareBear. You, too, can get an autograph or selfie with the birthday girl if you’re willing to fall in line! Her bodyguards will also be in LmaO cosplay, keeping the crowd under control during the long wait.

Queen Elara

Good day to you all! This may come as a surprise to our guests the Moonblessed, but I am a normal person despite my exalted position. Please do not think of me today as Queen Elara. Instead... my name is Ah-Kari, sorceress of the crystal! With my soul fan blades, through the darkness, I shall slice all who dare hurt my commander in twain!

But when she is not meeting and greeting...

Queen Elara

My comrades, we're going to make history today. We're going for a new record. Perhaps the highest kill counts or the fastest clear for this map — it matters not. We’ve practiced day and night for this tournament, so let us show everyone that we’re not to be taken lightly! Also, the livestream is going in the royal archive, so make your successors proud!!

... she will be furiously grinding her character and training her skills in LmaO in the hopes of qualifying for the finals. Spectators will see her bring her own team full of hapless palace attendants who are there to either serve as her practice match partners or provide support to the one-woman army that is Queen Elara.

PrismaPlace is packed with giant crowds, many of them also in cosplay. While the semi-finals are taking place, new and old LmaO players alike can participate in the game’s current campaign: players who form teams get an improved chance of spawning unique monsters as well as winning rare items and skins in those prized lootboxes! Teams can also try to clear the event’s story together, featuring an aerial battle fought on griffin-back, which is heavily inspired by the popular Lunatian epic, The Battle of Abraxas, a colorful and complex story about the conflict between two families fighting over the fictional land of griffins, Abraxas.

A Progression in the event requires acquiring a griffin mount and getting it ready for battle. You can lure a wild one to yourself with a special veggie pie on a fishing pole. Should the griffin reject the lure, your character will be caught in a wind gaol and can only break out with the help of other players. Should you succeed, raising the griffin is a tedious task that involves players training alongside their respective griffins, running laps with them, taking them to hunt monsters, and feeding them properly. Depending on their diet, the food you give them will affect the color of its plumage and their battle stats.

Or you can skip the hard work and simply moonlace with your teammates through all the progression bars and required materials to save time. Once finished, you’ll be able to battle one another through the thunderous aerial domain of Abraxas. Clearing the event will net you an event-exclusive skin inspired by the royal family’s shining celestial robes and a weapon skin of a body pillow with your favorite character, so do your best!

B In celebration of Queen Elara’s birthday, the office of the royal household is hosting a modest tea party in the Greatmoon Groves. Swiffy bots that are normally programmed to remind visitors to keep the groves clean are now playing a birthday jingle on repeat. For people who prefer to be away from the blinding neon lights and the thumping techno music of PrismaPlace, this is the ideal escape. Unlimited tea and cookies are being served!

The tea is a soft-colored lilac concoction made from Ehrysian tea leaves that are known to cause a huge spike of alertness and is popular to Moon Knights and office workers with long night shifts as well as gamers for those all-night grinding sessions. The assorted cookies have either Ah-Kari or Commander GareBear printed on them. In case it isn't obvious yet, both are the birthday girl’s favorite LmaO characters.

Any Moonblessed looking for extra income is welcome to be royal attendants for the day; the hours are paid by Demichroma. They must be properly dressed up as maids or butlers (outfits provided by the royal household) as they serve tables.

▶ Say Cheese
Level 3, Caihong | top

Meanwhile, Caihong is in the midst of Remooning festivities in celebration of the new year, and merriment usually lasts a fortnight, filled with fireworks in the sky. Upon entering the district, beautiful Prismals with rat ears and tails greet you with a Happy Remooning and eagerly tug you along to join in.

Those welcomed will receive a pack of multi-colored sparklers, mooncakes topped with cheese, and a glowing drink called Champagne Supernova, poured in a thin glass in your hand. If you are over eighteen, the rat Prismals will ask if you prefer your drink with a kick. If you say yes, then they will add flavorful ice that causes extreme intoxication and might leave you to be susceptible to all levels of suggestion. Saying no (or if you’re under 18) will simply leave it as a sweet drink.

A One of the party games being played by the locals is called Lucky Tail, which is basically pinning the tail on the holographic rat stand-in — with a twist, it must be played with a partner! Another participant will blindfold you, spin you around, then push you forward. The stand-in is located at the end of unsteady elevated platforms forming a maze, filled to the brim with distracting objects underneath. They’re long, they’re thick, and they’re vibrating furiously in an attempt to knock you off the platforms.

Your partner must guide you by voice to successfully navigate through the maze! The game is rigged with various mechanisms, so stepping on specific platforms will activate a number of traps against you or your partner: machines that may tickle, drop colorful slime, or cause the platform to repetitively spin, and who knows what else?

Should you manage to get through the obstacle course and pin the tail successfully, you and your partner will win copious amounts of Demichroma, courtesy of Buwan from Buwan’s Stop.

B Another attraction is a fun magic glamour booth known for its face or body swap features. The booth staff, clad in their festive rat paraphernalia, will encourage you and your friends to take aesthetic shots using an illusion generator. The effects last an hour. Photographed images can be instantly uploaded and shared in Prismagram. New year, new you! Why not take the chance to celebrate this momentous occasion in a unique fashion? It’s all in good humor.

There are two buttons to press: (A) CUSTOM or (B) RANDOM. Pressing A will allow participants to customize their desired effects. Pressing B will cause the illusion magic to randomly rearrange participants in questionable positions, new outfits (or lack thereof), and you may even come out of the booth looking like your best friend or your worst rival. The possibilities are endless!

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[Yuri begins to clean the vegetables without complaint, ready to lapse into relatively comfortable silence for as long as wen qing is willing to stand it. Which apparently isn't long, since she speaks up almost immediately.

It sounds similar enough to things from her own world's past that she can't help a pang of regret. It seems even between worlds some things would never change in regards to human behavior. How disappointing.

Still she takes a few seconds to take that in.] ...I see. But... You didn't personally have a hand in those things, did you?

[She brightens (as if such a thing was possible, she practically beams like the sun itself), looking pleased] Yes! You know of it? I'm so glad my book is getting around!

['my book.']

That sounds awfully important. Is there a certain title I should call you by? I don't want to be rude! [...Ruder, she supposes, since she's already thrown propriety out the window several times already.]

Edited 2020-01-14 06:44 (UTC)

[The answer is definitely zero, but only because he was playing with lions instead! Obviously!!]

How foolish. Of course I am. I know everything, so it is only natural that I would be able to do everything as well. [That's totally how that works, right? Of course.] Besides, I've been playing this game much longer than you have. I have tamed a variety of wild beasts since I started.

[By which he means, he plays too much. Anyway.]

You're a few levels too early to be tackling a quest like this. With a few more, you might even be able to make up for your class disadvantage.

[Servant classes don't even have anything to do with this!!]

[It does sound as if she’s trying to formulate a strategy, which speaks for a thoughtful and analytical mind when the situation calls for it. Sephiroth is quiet for a moment, thinking of what he knows of the maze — what he has seen in passing, or what he has heard from groups milling about, regaling each other of their exaggerated successes and failures in regards to the game.

Ever the one to make the call if given the authority, he decides, critically, on what roles to play.]

Then I’ll wear the blindfold. I’ll have an easier time navigating than you, as long as your instructions are clear and concise.

[There is an innate part of himself that works on instinct, despite his training. An awareness of his surroundings, a sense of movement all around him, that he can rely upon even if a blindfold obscures his vision. He knows nothing of her own abilities, and perhaps he undercuts them by assuming he is the best choice to be blinded, but insofar as he knows, it is doable this way. And she is open to suggestions, after all.

Moreover, he wants to win, too, even if his expression does not betray it.]

[On the off-chance. A small, flickering figment of hope for any of them; Sephiroth himself returned, albeit so briefly that it was insulting. (It still is.) Thus his search for a flat for the second time.]

I am inclined.

[That is a subtle understatement. Sparring, fighting, it's all second nature to him. He does not wish to become a weapon with dull edges, just because he is far from home once more -- he has to quell that errant restlessness in him somehow.]

More than once, if you think you'll be a challenge. Keeping my skills sharp is paramount in this place.

( she doesn't expect it, but as jiang cheng falls she goes down with him, strong hands bracing his shoulders to keep him from tumbling all the way down to the bridge. it'd be inappropriate to see him as a younger brother, but she knows he is a younger brother, and can see this kind of devastation as clearly as she would across wen ning's face, the world having been too cruel to both of them, left too much space for tears in the waterlines of their eyes.

firmly, she pulls him into the crook of her shoulder, protectively covering him, glowering at anyone who has the misfortune of walking by to observe this. she points her nose into his temple, voice kept low so only he can hear. )

It's not your siblings, Jiang Cheng. I would've known ... what that feels like. I wouldn't have asked.

( to her, of course, jiang yanli is the furthest thing from dead possible, and weiying is only as dead as wen qing had permitted him to be, prior to her death. squeezing him, she continues on, )

It's — it's your sister's husband. Jin Zixuan. ( gripping him tighter. ) But we'll pay for it, Jiang Cheng, I swear to you. I never wanted to make problems for you or for Wei Wuxian. My brother and I ... we give all that we can, in begging for your forgiveness.

That's why we have no future. I do not exist for there to be one.

[ Sometimes you're a sheath for a demon sword, okay, and your demon loves you very much. As it is, Shino's expression only brightens: whatever he is, concerned isn't on the list of descriptors. ]

Weird, huh? But a nice kind I think. Anyway—[ here he lightly curls fingers around Howard Link's hand, noting the marking but determining there are more important things to let his mind wonder about. Like if Link's going to allow his hand to be somewhat more actively held, when he's not used to these things. As it is, he also looks up and toward the crosswalk symbol, noting the light has gone blue and the crossing song has started warbling. ]—I know they run down all the things this means, but we need Chroma like... some kind of dietary requirement. Not like water, but like something that if we don't eat enough of makes us unwell from the lack. Come on—

[ For him, framing it as a health concern is easiest. It's how he thinks of it, using his own history as a lifetime invalid before he was mostly murdered and took on a living sword to inform him on such things. He knows all about bodies and requirements to thrive, and what happens when you don't have those necessary elements.

He's not going to fight to keep hold of Link's hand, but he's definitely the kind of person who thoughtlessly (and thoughtfully) pushes boundaries, so he will try to tug and get Link moving across the broad street, still heading them toward the nearest train station. Nice fast way into the Groves from here. ]

The train's not usually crowded this time of day.

[Akutagawa looks satisfied seeing the monster's demise, only to frown at Dazai's questions when confronted.]

Isn't that what most warriors do in battle? Call out their attacks?

[At least noble fighters.]

It's called that because it just is. It could have no other name.

[It's a name that came to his mind at an early age, and he's never questioned it. Though, thanks to Atsushi, he's learned that his ability is named after a book written by an author who shares his name.]

More importantly, I'd like to know what name you called yourself back there. There's no way you said Osamu Dazai, right?

[No way, this brat could be a Dazai.]

[ With a laugh after an exaggerated exclamation of pain, he withdraws his embrace and holds up his hands, showing her his palms. He doesn't guard his stomach overmuch, the pain a passing thing, but it's still played up for effect. See, he acknowledges his wrongs. Peace, peace, he comes unarmed!

Not really true in various ways, but as far as intentions, true enough. ]

Here I was getting to like the state of my skull tonight. Could stand to be a bit fuzzier though.

[ Mimicking lifting a mug of something or another, it's more a nod to the drinking that's been going around. ]

Has your lovely self been enjoying the festivities?

[ There's something to be said for the fact that answer is absolute nonsense, followed by the man being quite kind and offering him a cloak without a word. Licyn's tense for the moment, ready to duck down and use the very material of the cloak as a weapon in and of its own right, but the man seems more preoccupied by modesty or a sense of sympathy instead of one that tips off his fighting instincts.

Thus he smiles, a touch droll. ]

So it seems. [ Or he's been dodging them all. Who trusts any storm-driven stranger who stumbles across their doorstoop? Nevermind that he hasn't had a consistent one of those the past twenty years and then some, but he's not the sort who finds those meetings arranged by others to be to his preferences.

What is, however, is to snake a hand back out of the cloak he's been gifted with for now and capture one of this handsome young man's hands. There's a spark that goes along with it, one that nearly has him dropping hands again, the smile on his face freezing for a second. Magic? Was this some searing storm-cursed magic going on? It doesn't smell right, doesn't even feel like proper magic, but that warmth isn't simply body heat. ]

... A more lovely guide a man couldn't ask for if he tried. Please, tell me more. An Iris moon? You don't mean to say we're in the sky.

[ Hey, if you're buck naked, you can at least own it. This is a weapon in and of itself!

Zelgadis, however, looks absolutely magic blighted. Entirely cursed. What is searing happening with his skin and face? Licyn blinks, but his smile doesn't change. His guard doesn't relax, and with his escape avenues still clear. he's fairly confident in his ability to leave at a moment's notice.

Now he and this stranger in a strange land are peering upon... whatever complex it is not so far off. ]

Much the same can be said by me. There've been creatures that almost look familiar, the sort I might find hunting in the mountains, if any of them ran around with pretty rocks growing out of their skins.

[ He's not been impressed by the crystal aspects of the animals. This is absolutely influenced by his sense of right and natural in the world, and with a lazy glance at his companion of the moment, he adds: ]

It looks much better on you.

[ ... The whole... stony thing. But honestly, this person doesn't glitter and catch the light, which plays havoc with his senses. ]

He's not seeing things. It really is Soren. It's really him.

Waver follows his voice, breathing fast and shallow, the world narrowing down, lights and sounds and shouts fading to the periphery of his consciousness in a meaningless buzz and blur. And there, in the middle of it, pushing his way past a crowd of annoyed teenagers--

"...Soren."

It's a whisper this time.

And then, suddenly, a laugh. Waver rushes forward, arms outstretched, and sweeps Soren into a crushing embrace.

[ But that doesn't make sense, Jin Zixuan is supposed to—

Wen Qing keeps speaking, and then it doesn't matter what happens to Jin Zixuan or by who. An accident— Didn't she say it was an accident? And yet they both— He sucks in a breath, sharp and panicked.

He knows well the hostility the world feels for the Qishan Wens. Feels it himself, like a sickness in his chest, choking the life from him with every bitter breath. Even an accident, the other sects would demand blood. Jiang Cheng rules Yunmeng Jiang, but he is only one sect. Those responsible for Jin Zixuan's fate, the one legitimate heir to Lanling Jin, would not be spared for any protest, not even if Jiang Cheng rallied Qinghe Nie and Gusu Lan behind him. Lanling Jin would sooner go to war again than bow.

And Qinghe Nie would not back him, not for this. Gusu Lan would fall in line behind the other two, ever law-abiding, ever favoring stability to turmoil.

Jiang Cheng imagines he would not have even spoken out, would have seen it all play out from beginning to end and held his tongue. The killer of his sister's husband, father of her infant child. How could he hurt her by speaking for those who brought her life to pieces?

But right now, right here, in Wen Qing's arms, listening to her swear to him, plead her case, he doesn't feel anything but his own coward's heart.

Of course he killed Wei Wuxian.

When has he ever done what was right over what was easy in his life?

He remembers the blame he cast at Wei Wuxian for involving himself in the cave with the beast, that he should have looked after his own and no one else.

You'll never be anything compared to him.

And he isn't. He isn't.

He isn't anything compared to Wei Wuxian.

His arms go around her in return, tight and desperate, letting out the kind of broken wail that comes from the bottom of his lungs. He sobs into her, rocking, so paralyzed with agony that he can't speak. He's helpless, completely helpless, unable to save anyone or anything. He can't even save himself. ]

No, [ he gasps between his cries, voice lost, but then— His anger returns, his grief sparking into fury. ] No!

[ He pulls himself off her, gripping her by the shoulders, his tear-streaked face fixing into a look of fierce determination. ]

I won't— I won't accept it! The future, or— Or your life!

You're here, aren't you? You're right here, and— Wei Wuxian is here, and I won't let it happen...! Any of it, do you understand...?!

I won't lose anyone else important to me again!

Edited 2020-01-14 07:39 (UTC)

"You sure about that?" Bull hadn't expected to run across Dorian of all people but here they were. And one of them was drunk almost off his ass. The other? Well the other looked amused as hell as he came closer until he was resting a hand on the wall over the top of Dorian's head and leaning over him.

"I think this is a good look for you. Not so tight assed." He chuckled then gave a nod of his head. "Come on. I'll carry you to bed."

[ Fortunately for Jin Zixuan, Jiang Cheng is just as tense, twice as nervous, and brimming over with anxiety. The request, though an obvious once, causes him to start, face coloring darkly as his hands go to the collar of his robe instinctively. Then he falters, taking in a sharp breath as he gazes upon the flawless expanse of Zixuan's chest, all creamy complexion over lean muscle. The very height of luxury, like all else about the Jins, and all the while Jiang Cheng has scarcely thought of himself bared to anyone. When was the last time he even paid attention to himself unclothed?

...but then, he's only been wearing his thin under robes since taking the top layer off for Zixuan earlier. He imagines that doesn't leave much to the imagination, and he can't not disrobe. So before he's standing there like an idiot for too much longer, he clears his throat and ducks his head in embarrassment, both at what he's about to do and the hesitation.

He sheds his remaining clothes gracelessly, continuously glancing up at where Jin Zixuan is watching him for sheer nervousness, until he's bare of all but Zidian still clasped around his hand, discarded robes slipping forgotten to the floor.

Biting down briefly on his lip, he tries to shake off his nerves by leaning over Jin Zixuan once more, attention drawn to Zidian as he didn't register he was still wearing it until he reached out to touch his lover again. Tilting his head, he gives his hand a slow flex, purple current sparking around his ring.

He passes it over Zixuan's shoulder to start, to test his control, the electricity a low, warm tingling sensation and little more. He studies his partner's expression for disapproval or displeasure, heart thundering in his chest. ]

[He is someone she's not expecting to see. So Manuela smiles as she comes over to him to sit across from him.]

Ashe dear. How good to see you. Are you newly arrived?

[He seems to be doing alright but of course she's going to fret a little. In her own way, of course.]

[ The stares are one of the reasons he did his own dental work as a young man and filed down the tusks (leaving an uncoordinated scar on his left upper-lip) but with recent events back home giving him more confidence they have been allowed to grow back in. He forgets they are there, most days, like today until he notices the source of the woman's curiosity. With his green skin and looming height of six-foot-three, he supposes he must look like a dreary piece of seaweed next to a fluffy little ray of sunshine; that's what her hair reminds him of, off the bat. ]

I'm quite alright, you don't need to —

[ His lips press into an amused line when she neglects to dump the ice-ball in the sewer and instead sends it flying over the crowd instead. He thinks he hears a startled yelp at the end of the street and something faintly crash.

Same feckless energy as Jester in that one move. ]

Thank you for cleaning me up. You didn't need to expend your magic like that, though. It was very kind.

[Uh-oh. What is happening. Well, the border of the tile is orange... Oh no. Soren hopes that all the colored and patterned tiles aren't trap triggers, because if so, there will be a plethora of traps in store for Ranpo. There are so many different tile styles to keep track of. They're practically unaviodable. He's going to have to pay close attention to what does what, if a pattern even exists, and how to help Ranpo avoid the worst of them.]

Er... Go right, please. [Except... oh jeez; he's dizzy and vibrating and probably about to lose control. It's a good thing he isn't liable to fall into the pit at that juncture with a few tiles surrounding him, but he'd rather Ranpo go to the much safer-looking blank tile than the funky purple paisley tile.]

[Obviously Sylvain has cleaned Manuela's place recently or this place would be a disaster. As it is, somehow he's entered, well, her apartment. And what a surprise it is for her to walk into her place and see a pretty man just flopped over on her couch like that. She's certainly going to blink a good deal before she recalls that there's several new arrivals she's seen wandering about.

Honestly it's the only thing that saves him from experiencing her wrath over invading into a "young" woman's private domain. Still, she does cluck her tongue once before sighing and walking over, the click of her heels pointedly loud on the floor until they stop before him.]

I'm not entirely sure who you are, dear. However, I believe you may have entered the wrong place.

[Definitely entered the wrong place.]

What in the Goddess' name would you have done if I had been naked here? Honestly.

[Well, she somewhat hopes he would have admired her a little bit but that's another thing entirely.]

Ah... O-okay...

[ Waver stops flailing around, with some effort, and focuses on taking a couple deep breaths and feeling out how the platform is moving. It's not too bad, just startling. It doesn't affect his balance too much... yet.

After a few moments, he turns to the left as instructed and starts taking small, tentative steps forward. ]

[ ... at least Jin Ling and Jingyi's appearances distract Sizhui, and he helplessly raises a (strange) sleeve to press his wrist against his lips, though his eyes do crinkle oh so very slightly, for a moment. ]

Perhaps we should... take the pictures so nobody can use it as blackmail later and go somewhere else. Jingyi is clearly our chaperon now.

[ Poor Zizhen should he run into them...

And Jin Ling really does look gorgeous. Still.

A moment, and Sizhui does answer. ]

It's Qishan Wen. The robes, I mean.

Hey if I abandoned somebody just because they were in an embarrassing situation I wouldn't exactly be a good person, and pretty hypocritical too.

[He gives a warm smile before leading her away from the area where the contest is being held.]

Do you have a change of clothes? We can go to a clothing store first if you don't.

[Now that they were walking together maybe now Natalia could focus in on what Jaune was wearing. While the clothes he was wearing were pretty modern. Jeans, and a hoodie, what laid on top would be more familiar. Mostly white armor and a sword at his hip.]

Other than that is there anything in particular you're interested in? This city pretty much has anything you can think of.

[ Waver trots after her, catching up when she finally decides to actually wait for him. He's, pathetically, a little out of breath from the relatively short hustle... ]

Er...

Cozy?

[ He's afraid to ask what 'stylish' means in this place, just judging by the rest of the popular aesthetics. Cozy sounds less... neon. ]

Yeah. Just like that.

[Though honestly he figures that they should worry about the guy tripping over thin air than any of the traps in the maze if he's to be honest. Ah well. Shit all he can do about that now.]

There's gonna be a wall in front of you. Make sure you've got your hands in front of you so you don't smack yourself into it.

[Because leading the blind into a wall? Not a good way to win points with a stranger. Especially when the stranger is the blind one.]

Every month... That sounds like a lot of people. Er... 'Moonblessed,' or whatever.

Do you know if they often come in groups from certain places?

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