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@Estylwen There wouldn't be any windows within this area, no. What would be near her at the top of the steps would be an exit door nearby that would lead out into the halls, but apart from that, it's very much a situation of being threatened on all sides. She would additionally hear the thundering of footsteps approaching that exit door from outside as well, with more guards prepared to shoot on sight should they see her make any sudden moves.
@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark@ERode
Nicole bit her lip in concentration at Otis' proposition, finishing her healing on Iraleth only for the paladin to immediately begin scrambling to her feet. As faculty, she truly should cease the knight's advance, but as an undermage? Servant of the wellbeing of the country, well on her way to becoming a full arcmage in her own right, alongside all those responsibilities to defend the peace? She couldn't help it - not in the face of determination, even were the actions motivated by that determination borderline suicidal after such a bout not moments ago. A torrent of thoughts swirled about Nicole's mind, all at once, before...
"Very well. The two of you may assist in securing Ms. Ventura. The agreement was that these suspicions would be dropped without question should she have won, but the results of this contest conclude undecided. After something so wretched as the draining of prime essence, we cannot allow her to roam free without proper interrogation and diagnoses."
Taking to her feet, the undermage would withdraw a tome from a custom-fitted bandolier under her cloak and crack it open, her eyes-closed gaze turning towards the direction Ciara had teleported to. She wouldn't try to whisper this, nor shout it - were the shadow mage to hear it, then so be it.
"If no other option is deemed possible for capture, lethal force is acceptable. Until otherwise proven, I declare that Ciara Ventura is an Umbralist and an enemy of the Union. Use any means necessary."
With that, slamming a hand on the open page of her tome and incanting, "Esper Hunt - Ice," a half-dozen orbs of ice would blast out of Nicole's book and rush towards Ciara at the top of the spectator stands. Should any of them get within a meter of Ciara, they would detonate, expanding into sheets of ice attempting to freeze her in place while digging into her. As this happened, Nicole would summon her Adapa, alerting the guards of the tower to be on watch for Ciara. The patrolmen dotted about the spectator stands would each point their clockwork pistols towards the shadow mage as well, stressing that she not move and to allow her own capture, and would fire if their words went unheard.
At the same time, Michael would watch on from just a few meters away from the newly formed band of Umbralist hunters, down in the arena proper, a hand extended towards Ciara in shock. After realizing what had already begun, however, it was grasped into a fist of self-defeat as he looked away.
"It really had to go this way, huh...?"
He withdrew from the arena grounds, back towards the waiting areas and presumably back into the tower elsewhere as the chaos ensued.
@AThousandCurses
"Whoa, whoa, slow down. Let me take this in for a moment, okay?"
The guard would cup a finger under his chin and turn to the side, pondering - he'd clearly taken in all Chunji had said and waited for the boy to finish before replying, though once questions came into play, it was a bit much all at once. He stopped in the middle of the hall, just a little ways away from the entrance to the arena stands on the southern side, and turned to regard Chunji with a cocked eyebrow and a perplexed shrug. "Sorry, I don't remember. All of us who patrol and secure this place were given a list on our leylights of those attending tonight's duel as they came in, and I'd remember the name Wund - not often we see nameless randoms in these kinds of schools."
He'd reach an open hand out into the air, and a grey screen of solid light would be projected forth - a leylight, the standard essence-based communication model for citizens of the Vaalin Union that the Adapa was inspired by. Tapping the screen and scrolling, he'd turn it to face towards Chunji, upon which he could see the names of everybody who was allowed entrance for the purpose of the duel whether as a spectator or participant. He'd see the names of his classmates apart from Rio, Chloe and Davil, as well as Valen Leuvalt and Ozhiah Iyone, among other students of the Iris Record - though none lit up as the name he wished to see.
"Is this good enough? I mean, there's not much I can do for you the way things are now. You've only been approved for the spectating stands and the first floor bathrooms. Maybe your Adapa or whatever is malfunctioning? I'm no tech genius, but those things are pretty new, right?"
He'd place a gentle hand on Chunji's shoulder while looking down at him, shaking his head with concern.
"I'm sure your friend is fine. Have you checked the dormitory yet? For all you know, it really is just a malfunction and he's snug in bed by now. But, if you're not here to spectate the duel, I'm unfortunately going to need to ask you to leave."
Taking a step back, the guard would move to partially block Chunji's path further down the hall, gesturing back the way they came, his gaze lingering. "Just standard procedure. If he doesn't turn up by morning, we can initiate a more dedicated search, and I can promise you I'll bring it up with the head of security and with Principal Raja."
At that very moment, a notification would summon forth his leylight, with a very sharp ping, an emotionless voice stating, "Alert." The guard would furrow his brow, then look towards Chunji.
"Even more so now. Turns out your classmate's running rampant. Ventura? She's got the whole guard network on alert now. You should clear out, kid - Umbralists don't play nice."
@Sifr
As Hildegunde took to the halls in search of Davil, she would be greeted not by guards telling her to leave, but rather a trio with pistols drawn and running the way she came from. One would turn to her before clearing the corner and order, "Evacuate the tower, student! An Umbralist has made her presence known!"
His words were stern, but there was fear in his eyes as he turned and began dashing to catch up to his peers, heading back towards the arena. She could hear the thundering of boots all throughout, with different forces mobilizing all about the first floor and barking orders. At the same time this fear meant that, in the chaos brought about from the mentioning of a potential apocalypse cultist, less eyes were on Hildegunde herself now. Security systems would remain in place, but the individuals involved in the enforcing of order were very much focused on the potential return of an ancient enemy - one that could not be allowed to find its footing ever again. Many guards were likely of the age that they had lived through the apocalypse, and as such, an alert that an Umbralist was present undoubtedly brought forth deep trauma in some, and a spark of revenge in others.
The halls, apart from the guards rushing to secure the first floor, were relatively empty. A few students would occasionally pass, walking briskly away from the direction of the arena.
IRIS RECORD, ARENA
Nicole bit her lip in concentration at Otis' proposition, finishing her healing on Iraleth only for the paladin to immediately begin scrambling to her feet. As faculty, she truly should cease the knight's advance, but as an undermage? Servant of the wellbeing of the country, well on her way to becoming a full arcmage in her own right, alongside all those responsibilities to defend the peace? She couldn't help it - not in the face of determination, even were the actions motivated by that determination borderline suicidal after such a bout not moments ago. A torrent of thoughts swirled about Nicole's mind, all at once, before...
"Very well. The two of you may assist in securing Ms. Ventura. The agreement was that these suspicions would be dropped without question should she have won, but the results of this contest conclude undecided. After something so wretched as the draining of prime essence, we cannot allow her to roam free without proper interrogation and diagnoses."
Taking to her feet, the undermage would withdraw a tome from a custom-fitted bandolier under her cloak and crack it open, her eyes-closed gaze turning towards the direction Ciara had teleported to. She wouldn't try to whisper this, nor shout it - were the shadow mage to hear it, then so be it.
"If no other option is deemed possible for capture, lethal force is acceptable. Until otherwise proven, I declare that Ciara Ventura is an Umbralist and an enemy of the Union. Use any means necessary."
With that, slamming a hand on the open page of her tome and incanting, "Esper Hunt - Ice," a half-dozen orbs of ice would blast out of Nicole's book and rush towards Ciara at the top of the spectator stands. Should any of them get within a meter of Ciara, they would detonate, expanding into sheets of ice attempting to freeze her in place while digging into her. As this happened, Nicole would summon her Adapa, alerting the guards of the tower to be on watch for Ciara. The patrolmen dotted about the spectator stands would each point their clockwork pistols towards the shadow mage as well, stressing that she not move and to allow her own capture, and would fire if their words went unheard.
At the same time, Michael would watch on from just a few meters away from the newly formed band of Umbralist hunters, down in the arena proper, a hand extended towards Ciara in shock. After realizing what had already begun, however, it was grasped into a fist of self-defeat as he looked away.
"It really had to go this way, huh...?"
He withdrew from the arena grounds, back towards the waiting areas and presumably back into the tower elsewhere as the chaos ensued.
@AThousandCurses
IRIS RECORD, 1F, SOUTHERN HALLS
"Whoa, whoa, slow down. Let me take this in for a moment, okay?"
The guard would cup a finger under his chin and turn to the side, pondering - he'd clearly taken in all Chunji had said and waited for the boy to finish before replying, though once questions came into play, it was a bit much all at once. He stopped in the middle of the hall, just a little ways away from the entrance to the arena stands on the southern side, and turned to regard Chunji with a cocked eyebrow and a perplexed shrug. "Sorry, I don't remember. All of us who patrol and secure this place were given a list on our leylights of those attending tonight's duel as they came in, and I'd remember the name Wund - not often we see nameless randoms in these kinds of schools."
He'd reach an open hand out into the air, and a grey screen of solid light would be projected forth - a leylight, the standard essence-based communication model for citizens of the Vaalin Union that the Adapa was inspired by. Tapping the screen and scrolling, he'd turn it to face towards Chunji, upon which he could see the names of everybody who was allowed entrance for the purpose of the duel whether as a spectator or participant. He'd see the names of his classmates apart from Rio, Chloe and Davil, as well as Valen Leuvalt and Ozhiah Iyone, among other students of the Iris Record - though none lit up as the name he wished to see.
"Is this good enough? I mean, there's not much I can do for you the way things are now. You've only been approved for the spectating stands and the first floor bathrooms. Maybe your Adapa or whatever is malfunctioning? I'm no tech genius, but those things are pretty new, right?"
He'd place a gentle hand on Chunji's shoulder while looking down at him, shaking his head with concern.
"I'm sure your friend is fine. Have you checked the dormitory yet? For all you know, it really is just a malfunction and he's snug in bed by now. But, if you're not here to spectate the duel, I'm unfortunately going to need to ask you to leave."
Taking a step back, the guard would move to partially block Chunji's path further down the hall, gesturing back the way they came, his gaze lingering. "Just standard procedure. If he doesn't turn up by morning, we can initiate a more dedicated search, and I can promise you I'll bring it up with the head of security and with Principal Raja."
At that very moment, a notification would summon forth his leylight, with a very sharp ping, an emotionless voice stating, "Alert." The guard would furrow his brow, then look towards Chunji.
"Even more so now. Turns out your classmate's running rampant. Ventura? She's got the whole guard network on alert now. You should clear out, kid - Umbralists don't play nice."
@Sifr
IRIS RECORD, 1F, EASTERN HALLS
As Hildegunde took to the halls in search of Davil, she would be greeted not by guards telling her to leave, but rather a trio with pistols drawn and running the way she came from. One would turn to her before clearing the corner and order, "Evacuate the tower, student! An Umbralist has made her presence known!"
His words were stern, but there was fear in his eyes as he turned and began dashing to catch up to his peers, heading back towards the arena. She could hear the thundering of boots all throughout, with different forces mobilizing all about the first floor and barking orders. At the same time this fear meant that, in the chaos brought about from the mentioning of a potential apocalypse cultist, less eyes were on Hildegunde herself now. Security systems would remain in place, but the individuals involved in the enforcing of order were very much focused on the potential return of an ancient enemy - one that could not be allowed to find its footing ever again. Many guards were likely of the age that they had lived through the apocalypse, and as such, an alert that an Umbralist was present undoubtedly brought forth deep trauma in some, and a spark of revenge in others.
The halls, apart from the guards rushing to secure the first floor, were relatively empty. A few students would occasionally pass, walking briskly away from the direction of the arena.
Sorry, life got busy earlier in the day, and then that combo'd me right into FFXIV raid hours, resulting in me only recently becoming available to post! Will be up in a few hours.
And here I was thinking the PvP arc ended, but lo and behold, it instead begins.
Next round will be either in a few hours, or when I wake up tomorrow!
Next round will be either in a few hours, or when I wake up tomorrow!
Between recent events here and things going on in the tabletop party I'm going to be DMing today, it's been a wild week for the setting, is what I'll definitely say.
Because the draining was presumably only a few seconds, I would say the long term impact comes in the form of Iraleth's prime essence degrading from 100% to roughly 95%. To those around her, it wouldn't seem like much, but with how much Iraleth would've trained in her life and how much she focuses on her martial prowess, it wouldn't be long before she'd be able to feel that difference upon training or further battle. Small, but she would tire slightly quicker in drawn out battles, her Ethos would exhaust her perhaps a few seconds quicker and hit the faintest bit less hard and move just a few paces slower, and though not something known to her exactly, her natural lifespan would have lost two or three years give or take. In the future, she may be more susceptible to illness than normal, and may develop some conditions like minor asthma or chronic pain that she wouldn't have otherwise. She'd also reach essence rebound slightly quicker than normal in a drawn out fight, but only by a handful of seconds.
In the short term as she's waking up, she'd just have the feeling of rising from near death, so... I mean, for that, just write accordingly. :P
In the short term as she's waking up, she'd just have the feeling of rising from near death, so... I mean, for that, just write accordingly. :P
Oh, it would have faded away by now.
@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark@ERode@Sifr
Only the returning, full gleam of the spotlight above brought some semblance of life back to the arena as the dust settled. Silence hung all across the arena, with many who watched from above holding their breath with the tension of the battle's finale. As it reached its climax, the two competitors fading on the arena floor, only hushed whispers from the stands filled the area with meek echoes. Some guards and overseers watched on in baffled awe, clearly having borne witness to a battle with Ethos usage for the first time - professionals in their field, but many of them nevertheless seeing such things as above their paygrade to contend with. Valen beheld the entire spectacle from start to finish with an expression of utter neutrality, his eyes darting about with each significant movement of the two combatants throughout, curious as to their approaches to such a life-threatening battle. A poker face nevertheless plastered itself to him, even as those that gathered near him expressed an array of emotion from shock, to jealousy, to amusement.
The very moment that Ciara and Iraleth had each collapsed for longer than three seconds, the entire forest vanished in an instant as if it were all a mirage, leaving the grey slate beneath them. A swirl of arcane energies manifested near Iraleth's body, and in the next instant, it dissipated; in its place, Nicole crouched there, funneling healing spells and curative essences into the paladin. It wouldn't be sufficient to fully heal the girl, but it would be enough to prevent further deterioration of her prime essence beyond what Ciara had already damaged - and more importantly, to stabilize her enough to halt the impending threat of death that otherwise loomed over her.
The undermage made no move to treat Ciara in that moment, clearly and entirely prioritizing Iraleth's survival, shooting the occasional glance at the shadow mage's body as if paranoid that some fell power would awaken and wreak havoc from her near-corpse. Her right hand even hovered over a wand holstered at her hip as she healed Iraleth, showing no signs of trusting that what was shown was all Ciara had - all an Umbralist had, in her mind. Essence drain to that degree, on a living thing? Such an act was, to a survivor of the apocalypse, one step away from essence deletion, and from the decay that followed.
One step away from Seedspawn.
Despite this, and arriving to the scene seconds later, with no other staff arriving to Ciara's aid, a dark figure darted out from the entrance that she had initially emerged from. As the individual came in view of the spotlights above, the sprinting visage of Michael dashed and slid to Ciara's side. Reaching under his cloak, he withdrew a flask of crimson liquid and uncorked it, raising Ciara's head up for leverage. "Hey, hey! Stay with us, alright? Shit," he'd shout as he poured the potion into her mouth. A heal spell in liquid form coursed through her body in that moment, and while it wasn't as potent as the treatment Iraleth received, it would stop her from an otherwise inevitable death on the floor of the arena.
"Wasn't supposed to go this far. The hell'd you do?!" Michael punched the arena floor as he stared down at Ciara, who he hoped would start to regain her senses by this point as healing magic flowed through her. The expression on his face was masked by the dingy hood covering him, only seen by Ciara, were she to look, as one of mixed parts frustration and worry. His smirk was nowhere to be found, not a jape in sight - just disappointment and anxiety that remained clear as day. "Why did ya even bother to learn those spells earlier if you were just gonna try to kill the kid anyway?! And, even once she recovers..."
The janitor didn't finish the sentence, simply looking away towards the paladin. Lost prime essence couldn't be regained - all the scholars in all the world had tried and failed to find a method, desperate to regain lost potential and restore their bodies, and even the greatest arcmages retired from that goal as dejected husks. He didn't dare finish the thought on his mind. Who was he to speak, in the first place, of lost potential? After all...
He knelt there near Ciara, looking back between her, Iraleth and Nicole with no more words to say.
As all this happened, Valen stood out of his seat, looked to each side of him at his entourage, and made for the nearest exit. He'd pass by Otis on the way, looking over his shoulder at the Strigidae while a half-step above him. Not even an ember of excitement traced through his gaze as he slowly looked back at the arena one last time, and at the crumpled figures in its center.
"They did not even halfway surpass the low expectations I had set for them, as challengers. As they, and by extension you are now, it would be as torching a crumbling beehive on a winter's night. The Iris Record is not for your ilk. When they have recovered, encourage them to pursue different paths. This life does not suit them."
With that, the red noble would ascend the stairs to the exit just above Otis, funneling out alongside the rest of his group. For Otis' part, observing security, the surface level security he'd undoubtedly uncover with enough observation would be the wards against detection and divination magic, rotating cameras scattered all throughout, and essence dispersers - thin metallic rods stuck to the walls that would, effectively, de-cluster essence and create a fog only perceivable with essence or magic enhanced sight.
The intent of a disperser is to act as a magnet for lingering nama and rupa, and to draw in the manipulated essence of others, rendering controlled location-based spells and manipulation near worthless. For example, were someone to try to pinpoint the prime essence of an individual that dwelled within a location riddled with essence dispersers, any attempts that would normally result in pinpoint accuracy would instead generalize to the entire area within.
Notably, security within the tower contained no Mannekin, to Otis' perception, other than the occasional doll that would have been seen carrying luggage or hauling boxes back when he was wandering through the halls to get here. Any individual ready to enforce the law within these walls was a person, to perhaps varying degrees of competence that couldn't be gauged with a simple look.
@AThousandCurses
The chaos brought forth by Chunji's rush did indeed cause a comical misunderstanding, to where the guards assumed he was but another classmate here to spectate the duel, out of a combination of convenient timing and his status as a fellow student of Compact 3. In the minds of those out front, he was surely rushing due to tardiness, and he needed to be escorted to the stands to witness the battle with all haste! A man dressed in the typical attire of an Iris Record guard - black suit, steel baton, Rekordian clockwork pistol - escorted him through the halls of the tower and ever closer towards the spectator seats. He side-eyed Chunji as the boy tapped away on his Adapa, but gave it no mind. He was almost off shift, after all, so it wasn't his problem if the kid would rather be nose deep in a screen instead of stopping to smell the roses. Kids these days just wanted to play around on their leylights and their Adapa, and nobody ever just went to the park to play baseball anymore.
The middle-aged guard would simply grumble such things to himself as he turned corner after corner, ensuring Chunji was following. "We're almost there, son. From what I hear, it's already started, so if it's over by the time we get there, you have no one to blame but yourself," he'd chuckle, tipping up his aviators and slicking back his hair. Blissfully ignorant of Chunji's actions, unless he were to make it obvious with the incanting of a spell or activation of his Ethos.
IRIS RECORD, ARENA
Only the returning, full gleam of the spotlight above brought some semblance of life back to the arena as the dust settled. Silence hung all across the arena, with many who watched from above holding their breath with the tension of the battle's finale. As it reached its climax, the two competitors fading on the arena floor, only hushed whispers from the stands filled the area with meek echoes. Some guards and overseers watched on in baffled awe, clearly having borne witness to a battle with Ethos usage for the first time - professionals in their field, but many of them nevertheless seeing such things as above their paygrade to contend with. Valen beheld the entire spectacle from start to finish with an expression of utter neutrality, his eyes darting about with each significant movement of the two combatants throughout, curious as to their approaches to such a life-threatening battle. A poker face nevertheless plastered itself to him, even as those that gathered near him expressed an array of emotion from shock, to jealousy, to amusement.
The very moment that Ciara and Iraleth had each collapsed for longer than three seconds, the entire forest vanished in an instant as if it were all a mirage, leaving the grey slate beneath them. A swirl of arcane energies manifested near Iraleth's body, and in the next instant, it dissipated; in its place, Nicole crouched there, funneling healing spells and curative essences into the paladin. It wouldn't be sufficient to fully heal the girl, but it would be enough to prevent further deterioration of her prime essence beyond what Ciara had already damaged - and more importantly, to stabilize her enough to halt the impending threat of death that otherwise loomed over her.
The undermage made no move to treat Ciara in that moment, clearly and entirely prioritizing Iraleth's survival, shooting the occasional glance at the shadow mage's body as if paranoid that some fell power would awaken and wreak havoc from her near-corpse. Her right hand even hovered over a wand holstered at her hip as she healed Iraleth, showing no signs of trusting that what was shown was all Ciara had - all an Umbralist had, in her mind. Essence drain to that degree, on a living thing? Such an act was, to a survivor of the apocalypse, one step away from essence deletion, and from the decay that followed.
One step away from Seedspawn.
Despite this, and arriving to the scene seconds later, with no other staff arriving to Ciara's aid, a dark figure darted out from the entrance that she had initially emerged from. As the individual came in view of the spotlights above, the sprinting visage of Michael dashed and slid to Ciara's side. Reaching under his cloak, he withdrew a flask of crimson liquid and uncorked it, raising Ciara's head up for leverage. "Hey, hey! Stay with us, alright? Shit," he'd shout as he poured the potion into her mouth. A heal spell in liquid form coursed through her body in that moment, and while it wasn't as potent as the treatment Iraleth received, it would stop her from an otherwise inevitable death on the floor of the arena.
"Wasn't supposed to go this far. The hell'd you do?!" Michael punched the arena floor as he stared down at Ciara, who he hoped would start to regain her senses by this point as healing magic flowed through her. The expression on his face was masked by the dingy hood covering him, only seen by Ciara, were she to look, as one of mixed parts frustration and worry. His smirk was nowhere to be found, not a jape in sight - just disappointment and anxiety that remained clear as day. "Why did ya even bother to learn those spells earlier if you were just gonna try to kill the kid anyway?! And, even once she recovers..."
The janitor didn't finish the sentence, simply looking away towards the paladin. Lost prime essence couldn't be regained - all the scholars in all the world had tried and failed to find a method, desperate to regain lost potential and restore their bodies, and even the greatest arcmages retired from that goal as dejected husks. He didn't dare finish the thought on his mind. Who was he to speak, in the first place, of lost potential? After all...
He knelt there near Ciara, looking back between her, Iraleth and Nicole with no more words to say.
As all this happened, Valen stood out of his seat, looked to each side of him at his entourage, and made for the nearest exit. He'd pass by Otis on the way, looking over his shoulder at the Strigidae while a half-step above him. Not even an ember of excitement traced through his gaze as he slowly looked back at the arena one last time, and at the crumpled figures in its center.
"They did not even halfway surpass the low expectations I had set for them, as challengers. As they, and by extension you are now, it would be as torching a crumbling beehive on a winter's night. The Iris Record is not for your ilk. When they have recovered, encourage them to pursue different paths. This life does not suit them."
With that, the red noble would ascend the stairs to the exit just above Otis, funneling out alongside the rest of his group. For Otis' part, observing security, the surface level security he'd undoubtedly uncover with enough observation would be the wards against detection and divination magic, rotating cameras scattered all throughout, and essence dispersers - thin metallic rods stuck to the walls that would, effectively, de-cluster essence and create a fog only perceivable with essence or magic enhanced sight.
The intent of a disperser is to act as a magnet for lingering nama and rupa, and to draw in the manipulated essence of others, rendering controlled location-based spells and manipulation near worthless. For example, were someone to try to pinpoint the prime essence of an individual that dwelled within a location riddled with essence dispersers, any attempts that would normally result in pinpoint accuracy would instead generalize to the entire area within.
Notably, security within the tower contained no Mannekin, to Otis' perception, other than the occasional doll that would have been seen carrying luggage or hauling boxes back when he was wandering through the halls to get here. Any individual ready to enforce the law within these walls was a person, to perhaps varying degrees of competence that couldn't be gauged with a simple look.
@AThousandCurses
IRIS RECORD, 1F, HALLS
The chaos brought forth by Chunji's rush did indeed cause a comical misunderstanding, to where the guards assumed he was but another classmate here to spectate the duel, out of a combination of convenient timing and his status as a fellow student of Compact 3. In the minds of those out front, he was surely rushing due to tardiness, and he needed to be escorted to the stands to witness the battle with all haste! A man dressed in the typical attire of an Iris Record guard - black suit, steel baton, Rekordian clockwork pistol - escorted him through the halls of the tower and ever closer towards the spectator seats. He side-eyed Chunji as the boy tapped away on his Adapa, but gave it no mind. He was almost off shift, after all, so it wasn't his problem if the kid would rather be nose deep in a screen instead of stopping to smell the roses. Kids these days just wanted to play around on their leylights and their Adapa, and nobody ever just went to the park to play baseball anymore.
The middle-aged guard would simply grumble such things to himself as he turned corner after corner, ensuring Chunji was following. "We're almost there, son. From what I hear, it's already started, so if it's over by the time we get there, you have no one to blame but yourself," he'd chuckle, tipping up his aviators and slicking back his hair. Blissfully ignorant of Chunji's actions, unless he were to make it obvious with the incanting of a spell or activation of his Ethos.
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