[h1][center]Ezekiel :Crocus, Capital of Fiore[/center][/h1]

[i]Wow, it's so . . busy. It's almost overwhelming.[/i]

This was the thought of a young man as he approached the city of Crocus, his eyes already seeing the huge level of activity that made it up. Threads and bindings of many different colored lights, all of very thickness and brightness, strung their way between each and every person and building, every place and thing. While he was too far away to guess what a majority of it was, being out among the flower fields that surrounded the Capital, there was one that stood out as exceedingly strong amongst all the others, so much so that he could almost feel it pressing against his skin. The sensation was like electricity, arcing it's way through the air, causing his skin to break out in goosebumps, his hair to stand on end,a nd his heart-race to start beating ever so slightly faster. 

Expectation. Anticipation. Excitement.

These emotions, and many others like it, where flowing out from what he could only guess to be the Arena where the Games where being held, an exciting prospect for most, but for him it was much less so. It was a fact he'd accepted before he made his way here, but the emotions that were surging through the air before him sure did make him feel that he was missing out on something amazing. With a sigh, he re-adjusted his pack to make sure it was on correctly, before making his way towards the city, plan set to find the guild hotel, then come back to it in order to catch one of their members as they prepare to go home.

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Ezekiel would enter Crocus about half an hour later, taking his time as he looked about all the people moving about, his eyes seeing all of their emotions, skimming the surface of their thoughts as everything they are spread out before him. With each new body came a near uncountable number of threads, raning in size and thickness, resembling the connections that bound them with other people, with their surroundings, even within their own selves. It was a sight that most would find overwhelming and alien, but Ezekiel had long gotten used to it, able to navigate the mess of connections as if he could see perfectly fine, nodding and waving to everyone he could, especially those who seemed down or depressed. All the while, he looked for someone who could hopefully lead him in the right direction.

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