Naoto and Prospero reappeared—the magician started to laugh much like a goofball before he began to explain himself. Ah, so he [i]was[/i] part of the mafia. That was unexpected. However, what Cyril didn’t understand was what was going on with the two new appearances. The two were still there, and one had been saying something about an assassin. Though, it seemed that they calmed down as soon as the two popped back into the picture. Cyril crossed his arms, still a bit confused. What was this about an assassin? Did everyone just forget about the threat? [i]Maybe it’s all settled. Maybe that girl was just confused and started to blather nonsense.[/i]

Sonya approached them, and stated that they were to search for the missing audience. Cyril had forgotten about the audience… so many things were going on around him. He turned toward the red haired woman and listened to their… groupings. She was sorting them into groups. [i]Groups.[/i] Why couldn’t he just search for the audience by himself? Especially since he was sorted into a group that had Abby and Daisuke in it. [i]How am I even going to retain Daisuke’s attention span for that long of a time? He’s probably going to wander off.[/i]

Then again, he should probably trust Daisuke a bit more. There was a reason that Sonya was putting him in the same group as him. Maybe he should understand the brown haired boy. [b]”We should get moving.”[/b] Cyril told Abby and Daisuke. He was trying to establish control—he wanted them to know that he was the one in control. [b]”I don’t think he’s transported the whole audience too far. And he should have poofed them somewhere with a large space that could hold them all.”[/b] 

Cyril glanced back at Prospero and Jak. He still didn’t know what was up with that guy… and yet, they were trusting him as if nothing. Well, Sonya didn’t say anything. Maybe this was another type of test? Maybe Sonya wanted to see if they could find out what Prospero was really thinking before he actually hurt someone? The dark haired teenager turned back to Daisuke and Abby, a little bit unnerved. [b]”Come on already, we have to go.”[/b] he said, beginning to lead the way down the street.

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Prospero didn’t answer his questions. Fionn found himself huffing a bit too loudly at that; in fact, he was a bit irritated. Not because he was angry that he didn’t get his questions answered, but because he didn’t know much about this Prospero character. And that frightened him. What if Prospero was lying and he wanted to kill everyone in their sleep? Fionn ran a hand through his hair, looking a bit too distressed. And his stress level kept on going up. Especially when someone touched his shoulder. 

If one didn’t think that Fionn could get any more pitiful, they would be proved wrong by what happened next. The blond haired Welshman jumped in fear, letting out a loud, high pitched screech. He whirled around to see who his assailant was—only to see it was Benjamin. A bright red blush shot across his face, and he scratched his head to somehow cover his embarrassment. It wasn’t his fault that he screamed like that! Benjamin shouldn’t have approached him from behind, seeing that he was frightened out of his wits.

He continued to scratch at his head until his amber eyes dropped down to Benjamin’s outstretched hand. Fionn raised a shaking hand himself, and shook the other boy’s as properly as he could. [b]”O-oh, I know who you are.”[/b] Fionn told him, offering him a very meek smile. [b]”I know… I know most of your names. It’s just that everyone… you know… forgets mine.”[/b] he let go of Ben’s hand, listening to what he said. [i]So… we’re paired with Naoto as well?[/i] He didn’t know much Spanish, but he had heard Ben call Naoto jefe as well.

[b]”I guess that’s okay.”[/b] Fionn murmured softly, shuffling his feet. [b]”I don’t know a lot about Naoto. I don’t even know what he thinks of me. Heh… he probably thinks I’m as useful as an empty soda can.”[/b]