[color=8dc73f]“Eh? What’s that I hear?” Persephone’s ear flicks a bit, as she can hear chatting coming from a nearby window of the hotel. The voices sound familiar, and before she can make any guesses, there’s two people she recognizes outside.
“Oh, those are Michael’s kids. Why are they he-EEEEEEE!” Persephone squeals when Michael’s shadow dissipates, leaving her falling to the ground in her bag. Persephone cringes and prepares for another death, or at least another unconscious spell as a result of hitting the ground, but when she dares to open her eyes, she sees Morgan holding her by the bag’s strap.
“Eh…? Oh, thank god someone caught me! I’ve already been killed once and sent into unconsciousness once since I’ve been here….I’d rather that not be a running theme during my stay here. There’s a few people I know who would be frightfully upset…” She purrs. “Adorable? Hmm, perhaps, but really-”
Persephone is cut off by the announcement coming from the hotel, summoning her to the front desk.
“Ah, I bet I know what they have for me! I gotta get over there, or Ches’ll be upset.” Persephone flicks her tail, and jumps out of her bag back onto the ground. There’s a flash of purple light, and suddenly, Persephone is back to her regular (if you could ever call her that) witch form self. She takes her bag from Morgan’s hands, and grins at the people in front of her.
“You can follow me if you want an explanation, but right now, I have a friend who needs me.” Persephone tells them before walking away back to the hotel’s front doors. She Enters the hotel once more, making her way up to the front desk.
“I was called here because there was something in the lost and found for me, yes?” Persephone asks politely.[/color]

[color=8882be]Sarchesker glances over at Michael from his cell and studies him for a brief moment. The vibe he gives off, and his appearance, are vaguely familiar. He just can’t put his claw on it-
[i]“Oh! That’s the guy who knocked you out of the sky! He’s also my friend.”[/i] Persephone interrupts his thoughts, making Sarchesker jump a bit.
[i]“D-don’t just suddenly pop in like that, you wretch!”[/i] Sarchesker hisses back in his mind. He looks back at Michael.
“Um...my name is Sarchesker, my good man.” Sarchesker pulls off a polite smile. “How do you do?”
Sarchesker’s attention is turned towards Srg when he addresses him. His ears flatten a bit, like an upset cat’s, at the mention of his attempted kidnapping. Ah, so this man knew. Charming. And it got even better when Srg called Persephone his “mommy”. These people around him, though he’d only been here for a short amount of time, had already succeeded in making him wish he could be killed again.
[i]“Don’t worry, Ches! Mommy’s right outside here at the front desk, waiting for the good people to let her in to see you!”[/i] Persephone assures him through his mind.
[i]“If you call yourself that ever again, I will slice your throat while you sleep.”[/i] Sarchesker replies back weakly. He looks back at Srg.
“Why I tried to kidnap my charge? Oh, it’s...a strange thing to explain. I might need her help. She’s a bit...odd, you know…” Sarchesker pretends to be nervous and meek. “I think the best way to show the lady her respect would be for her to speak with me.”[/color]

[color=f7941d]“I say we go ahead and start setting up our little fun gathering outside of the hotel.” Marko brings his suggestion from earlier back up. “We could obviously all use it.”
“B-but, shouldn’t we look for Felixter?” Kayori asks.
“I think that, wherever he is, he’d want you to enjoy yourself, and not be so sick with worry as you are now.” Ammi chuckles. “He wouldn’t leave you and never come back, just out of the blue like that.”
“I….guess you’re right…” Kayori mumbles.
“I’m still here, Kay-kay!” Mirui raises her hand.
“Yes, you are. And I’m glad.” Kayori laughs weakly at the 7-foot monster girl.
With that, the small group heads back downstairs, past the people in the lobby, and outside of the hotel. While looking around the perimeter for the best place to have their gathering, they run into two figures, ones that only Ammi recognizes.
“I-I’m sorry…” Kanashiko whimpers.
“It’s fine, alright. Persephone getting into weird situations has nothing to do with you. Let’s just get you into your room, alright?” Ruitsume huffs.
“Excuse us, ladies, but who might you be?” Marko narrows his eyes. There are few witches in this world who hadn’t tried hurting him or his friends here…
“Oh, don’t worry. They’re not related to the Master, I don’t think.” Ammi waves off his suspicions. “I helped them earlier when this one here accidentally killed her friend.”
“Eh? Oh...yeah. Hi again.” Ruitsume turns to face the group, as Kanashiko shuffles behind her to hide.
“Forgive me if you gave them earlier and I just didn’t catch them, but what are your names?” Ammi inquires with a friendly face.
“I’m Ruitsume. And this one hiding behind me is Kanashiko.” Ruitsume crosses her arms, but more as a sort of default position than any kind of signal of annoyance. “Say, have you seen Persephone around here? I just went to go fetch her on the other side of the building, but she was gone again. Then I heard some announcement calling for her. She looks like us, but with a much more colorful witch outfit. She’s absolutely impossible to miss, I promise.”
“I think we saw her waiting at the front desk.” Silversa tells her.
“Is she in trouble again or something? Ruitsume growls.
“No, I think it was just for her to pick up something she lost, if I heard the announcement right.” Kayori shakes her head.
“Hmph. More like someone...someone I have no idea WHY she wants back…” Ruitsume rolls her eyes.[/color]

[color=bc8dbf]Felixter wanders into the eerily empty town, heading for the big centerpiece of the whole thing, the tower in the middle. As he makes his way there, however, a voice stops him. A voice he recognizes...or thinks he does.
“Oh...how we dreaded this day.”
“Who’s there?” Felixter whips around. He doesn’t see anyone. Then...there’s a cold hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t be afraid...it’s just me. I know you haven’t seen me in years, but…”
Felixter turns back to face this figure, but slower this time. What he sees is a floating girl in front of him, bearing striking resemblance to Meora, but...also very different. Her body is the same, her face has the same structure, her hair, eyes, neko ears, and tail are the same color...but, everything is softer. Her hair and tail are more...tidy than Meora’s ever was, and her eyes are much kinder. Her voice is a little different, also. More...polite-sounding than Meora’s.
Then, there was also the fact that this figure was wearing a green and gold kimono with purple paw prints and a black cat design on it. And that she was, very clearly, a ghost. This wasn’t Meora.
“I know you…?” Felixter mumbles
“Well, I did say it had been years.” The ghost girl laughs. “It’s me. Maore. Meora’s...well, until she found out I was her real twin that had died, you all called me her “magical imaginary friend”...”
Now it made sense to Felixter. He smiles lightly back.
“So...if you’re here, then Meora surely is.” Felixter nods.
“Yes, yes she is...but before I take you to her...I am obligated to ask if you truly wish to go on.” Maore frowns. “This isn’t going to be the reunion you expected…”
“...I think I can handle it.” Felixter answers.
“...Very well. Come with me, then.” Maore begins floating towards the center tower. Felixter follows her on foot until they get to the tower entrance. She stops here and turns to face him.
“You might wanna take my hands here. This building is full of assassins like Meora, and the whole top floor path to her office is rigged with deadly traps, so...um…” She smiles nervously.
“Ah, I see. Typical of Meora…” Felixter chuckles briskly before taking the ghost girl’s hands. Maore turns the two of them transparent, and floats up next to the top of the building, before flying through the wall and onto the final floor. She guides takes him down long winding hallways for about 10 minutes before they finally reach the office. Once they enter, Maore lets go of Felixter and turns both of them back to normal.
“Meora? I...brought him…” Maore speaks up.
In front of them lies an interface with cameras for all the rooms in the whole tower, with someone sitting in a huge, fancy chair watching them in front of it wall. All around the room are bags of money and...strangely enough, cigars made entirely out of catnip.
“What…” Felixter seems bewildered, but amused at the same time.
“Zan-nen da koto desu…” The person in the chair sighs out. The chair swivels around to show Meora sitting there, in the same kimono her dead ghost twin in wearing, and pointing her signature pistol at Felixter. A lit catnip cigar is held in her teeth as she smiles a pitying smile at Felixter. “Truly, what a shame it is to see you again here.”
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