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The morning passed rather quickly as the company awoke and quickly set in motion their irregularly regular day. Light continued to infiltrate through the windows, yet dusty snow could no longer be seen fluttering about. There was a pleasant mood to be found downstairs as humans went down to have breakfast. The atmosphere was light and easy, not a trace to be seen of yesterday's tension. A change in the overall appearance of the ground floor was apparent, for the lovely guides had taken upon themselves the task of cleaning up and creating a suitable dwelling space, where one could think without choking twice in one minute from the layers of filth floating in the air.

Dissonance was full of energy, her exuberant chitter-chatter flooding the ears of anyone both in the same and neighboring room. Her counterpart, however, did not seem merry, in fact, exhaustion was written all over her face, but she did her best to pull off the "responsible adult" act proficiently. The previously extravagant hobo nobody, whom you might have assumed had some sort of connection with Salvador Dali, had now acquired a more casual appearance and was stirring hastily in the kitchen. Wearing a simple woolen sweater and jeans, Songbird looked like a normal albino opening cans and calling it quits. Speaking of white-headed klutzes, Jasper was her usual self. Sniffing around like a bloodhound, the lass seemed to be particularly interested in the happenings within the kitchen, which in turn piqued Hakuren's curiosity, but he refrained from making a sudden entrance there. With his blue shirt buttoned properly and a scarf loosely hanging around his neck, the young man held his folded coat in one hand as he gave the girl a sunny "Good morning". His mannerism had not changed much, if not at all, since the very beginning of their journey, yet his companion was a different topic. Harper was somewhat shaky, his complexion a bit pale and his voice, which normally quivered because of timidness, had a prominent note of depression creeping its way in when he greeted the mysophobe. Although he would have liked making a comment on the lighting and the youngster's "sunshine" mood, the green-blue-eyed lad kept it to himself when Jasper went and hugged Harper without a drop of hesitation, something a normal germophobe would think twice about. He didn't, however, hide neither the smile, nor the small puff of air that came out through his nostrils. Cold times warmed cold hearts and harsh situations drove living beings to seek the natural security of the herd. Thus he wasn't surprised how close his two comrades had become. Knowing how benignant Riddle was, he probably already considered the group his family. It was sweet of him to believe this, if he did, of course. Closeness always brought the heart and soul a feeling to belong, a feeling of security and strength. This wasn't foreign to Hakuren either, for he too had once felt how important being in a group was, one which he became part of in less than a week's time, just like the current situation in Nowhere. But the him in the past was different to the him in the present. Sweden's chill was far, locked away in the abyss that was his mind, the memory only being allowed to surface in moments of melancholy, anniversaries and the like. Looking away from the 'couple's bonding scene, the young man glanced over his shoulder and allowed his gaze to climb up the stairs. Still no sign of the puppy, which didn't know how to bark. She had been sleeping rather soundly, but the white hare would most likely not leave her in that position for too long. 
[b]"Lets hurry it up, doves."[/b] was the only thing he uttered behind his back as he walked off towards the dining room. 
Breakfast was quick, yet delightful. While Jasper somehow managed to cope with wolfing down dish after dish and talk to the Nowhereians in a friendly manner, Hakuren gossiped with Dissonance and, as a joke, decided to ask her the age-old question humanity has been pondering on: "Why is a raven like a writing desk?". Riddle was still a bit shaken and Mado didn't even attempt to begin a conversation with anyone. It's notable to remark that one member of their golly band was absent. Iro had, unfortunately, come down with a cold, which had tied him down to the bed. Unable to move a muscle, the magician would not accompany them in their search for clues.

Once their stomachs were full, the group headed out for the day. They passed the docks, where the water quietly splashed against the shore, murky and unwelcoming. Neither fog, nor mist could be seen in the perimeter, for the ghostly white covers had retreated for the forest's depths. Having nothing to do there, the travelers continued forward until they reached an open field. Barren, windy, the grass beneath their feet was yellow and dead, they were all alone in the midst of nothing. For several moments, they all stood still, until both Serenade and Dissonance began waving their hands and calling out with cupped hands around their mouths. Soon Harper joined in the greeting. The newcomers were arriving. As expected, Cello had chosen to be fashionably late. Leading the two humans who were meant to join the main group, he was like a proud general, marching through a conquered town, head held high, smiling from ear to ear. Whilst the nobodies went onto exchanging cheerful greetings and information, Hakuren walked forward, in order to introduce himself. The black-blue-haired boy had observed each of the newbies carefully as they had approached them.
The first one to reveal his identity was a young man of an age around that of Harper's and his own. His bright eyes contrasted well to his dark brown hair, yet nothing...

(WIP ~~~!!! Have to go to bed T_T )