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私は、ミジンコです
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This is an example of speex, an audio compression codec specifically tuned for the reproduction of human speech.
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lmao, even
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dancing dancing raspberry
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Fumiko at the Northwest District

"A-An accomplice?!" Fumiko couldn't hide the note of panic in her voice. Of course, someone who lived with her probably would be able to know just what to say to get her attention. That fact that Aya probably was just saying it to ensure Fumiko's help didn't make the possibility of it being true scare Fumiko any less, though.

Disregarding whether or not the police would be around the corner at any moment, Fumiko helped lift the child, awkwardly taking off her bag and grabbing the legs. Given the time of day, finding a cool spot was probably not happening outside. It was fortunate for everyone involved that the tea store was so close.

Gesturing towards Spice Tea, Fumiko directed the group carry effort towards the shop. "It's cool- er, cooler in there. And the owner is nice, if we tell her that this girl has heat shyn... senu... shynkobi she should help." Fumiko wasn't exactly sure what syncope was, or where that word came from, but it sounded severe.
Fumiko at the Northwest District

@OwO

Fumiko eyes narrowed. She had an urge to turn away, and pretend she didn't see it. But a nagging voice inside her reminded Fumiko that she could be liable if she didn't intervene. If word got out that she lived with someone who chased around little girls... She wouldn't allow it. She gathered her courage, her belongings, and her travel flask before setting out into the heat.

Fumiko shaded her eyes from the sunlight for a moment as they adjusted. Closing the gap between her and the two runners, she rose her voice, "Shimamoto, why are you chasing a child around...?" She had an uncomfortable smile on her face as she walked between the two, much like how a person on the street regards a homeless person shouting absurdities. "Little girl, where are your parents?" Fumiko said, turning to the collapsed child.

She grabbed her travel flask to offer to the kid, but she seemed to be completely passed out. "Umm... Shimamoto, she seems to be completely out..." Fumiko felt a twinge of panic. She wasn't exactly sure what to do in the event of heat stroke, and she didn't want to be responsible for hurting a little kid either.

She glanced towards Aya, with a hint of panic to her glance. 'What do I do?!' Her expression read.
Fumiko


Fumiko sipped from her travel flask. It was still cool, though in the current weather anything would feel cool by comparison. She looked through the storefront of Spice Tea from inside, with the faintest expression of dread. The sunny world of the Northwestern District looked closer to an inferno to Fumiko.

She had walked to the tea store in the morning, before she realized how horrible the day would become. And now that she had finished tutoring, she had to walk back to the sharehouse... in that sweltering environment. But she was imposing upon the owner by staying.

She let out a sigh, hoping that glaring at the heat would will it away. The store, while still warm, was a haven compared to it. Despite that, she could feel a pricking of sweat on her forehead. She could feel the owner's kind gaze on her, wondering why she hasn't left yet. She could see where the thought process would go: "If she's just sitting here, maybe she's kind of lazy? Should I even let her tutor Maya if she can't even leave promptly after finishing a job? I should probably call the police..."

Fumiko shook her head. Of course that was a stupid thought, she was projecting how she'd think onto others again. The owner of Spice Tea, Ochaya Rie, was said to be an angel by many, and even a few of those many were something other than over-eager high school boys. She was trying to stop from being so proper at all times, so she could afford a few minutes of rest before heading out into the heat. She took another drink, trying to absorb as much of the cooling effect as possible.

'With any luck, something will let me stay here a little longer...' Fumiko wished to herself.


Note: It's joke.
I'll put my character idea here. I'm thinking sharehouse is a good commonality for a group, and I don't think the character as I wrote it would have met the Lostman yet. Though, I could tweak it slightly to do so.

I'm interested in this. And honestly, most of the options given for a group cohesion are good enough that it'd be hard to pick one.
Andras

Andras bristled as Moira looked over her. It was only then that she recognized what she was holding; truly a force of the entire plane was manifested within it. Andras's thoughts stopped as she looked it over. 'Truly, it may exceed many things found in the Root. Though, there may be one similar...' She shook her head. Her knowledge of spells within the Root was hard to maintain; focusing too hard on trying to recall one she did not have access to at the time caused a dull ache that permeated her entire body. She was glad that the scythe was not turned against her, at the very least.

She was too lost in thought to pick up on Moira's slight towards her. "It will be dangerous no matter who is the bait. Are you sure...?" Andras trailed off. Perhaps Andras wasn't ready to be a target. Despite her status as a target in the past months, her stomach turned thinking about the danger she could be facing. Her brain was saying that it would be the heroic thing to do, to gallantly ignore Diana's assertion and be the bait for the operation. Another aspect of her wanted to curl up in a ball and let everyone else charge to the fight.

"W-Whatever plan we adopt, I will have to make sure I use the correct spells... Let me review what I can do." Her cards flashed into life, and she began figuring out her options. She would have to use some... unsavory spells, but if she was to strike as quickly and powerfully as possible, it would be necessary. "If the plan is not changing, we may need to stage this fight somewhere wide open. The creatures I plan to summon and the spells I plan on using to enhance them are... destructive."
Andras


Andras called her cards quickly. She had a veritable array of spells that were powerful, though admittedly none that would specifically help against Cel. 'I remember whispers of a weapon that could destroy Gods, though I have no way of finding it within the Root...' The holy spear she had summoned seemed to have some kind of relationship to it, but she couldn't glean much of it beyond that.

"I may not have anything that could bind Cel, but I do have plenty of strong summons to help defeat him. I think I can conduct particularly strong summons, once we formulate a plan." She pulled one of the cards in particular out. "I have a card that could sap his endurance to nothing, but it at the same time increases his attack power... Far too risky." Andras didn't want to consider using it. It could kill Cel, or even worse, make him powerful enough to threaten the entire city. The god that possessed him could prove too unpredictable. "I have a summon that can increase the power of attacks. Though, it also compels people to fight, so it may be a liability if we don't win on the spot... I think the plan of binding him may be our best bet."

Andras closed her hand into a fist, her enchantment of strength glowing on the back of her hand. She was unsure about the situation. Of course, Cel was... a monster; it was the only way to put it. But this wasn't Cel, his body was stolen by a vengeful god. Killing him was... Well, it made her just as bad as him, didn't it?
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