Well, Daisuke didn’t know where the crowd might be. That was a surprise. He didn’t even bother to glance his way after he had made that oh-so-intelligent deduction. Cyril’s dark gaze fell on the street as he began to wonder where the hell an illusionist would put a bunch of people. Abby walked up to them, stating that the audience would most likely be on the beach or something. That was possible… he scratched his head, glancing over at Abby. [b]”Let’s go and check if they’re on the beach, then.”[/b] he told the two, turning away from them and walking toward the beach. That was the second time in two days that he went to the beach… each time for ridiculous reasons.

[b]”If they’re not there, we can check the mall nearby. I think that’s big enough to hold Prospero’s audience.”[/b] he told them. He wondered what they thought of Naoto—he [i]was[/i] their so called boss, anyway. Not that he’d ever call him a boss. To him, Naoto wasn’t worthy at all. Not now, not ever. He was too energetic, and it didn’t seem like he had much rattling around in his skull. Then again, Daisuke wasn’t promising, either. Abby didn’t seem to have much going on, too. Though, they had potential. If Prospero, someone who was involved, saw something in Naoto… then it had to be true. [i]I just have to be patient.[/i] he told himself. [i]I can’t make Sonya rush them.[/i]

Cyril continued to lead the way to the beach, remaining quiet for most of their little trek through the small town of Trespiano. He supposed that he had fallen in love with the town after a year or so of living there. It wasn’t like Lipari, but oh well. At least it was similar. Finding nothing to do other than walk, he glanced back at the two that were following him—or so he thought. [b]”So… what do you guys think of Naoto?”[/b] he asked them. [b]”Do you think he’s okay or what?”[/b]