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Chronicles of the Six: Magic’s Awakening: A Magical Boy RP. Reboot

Eli Phlogiston

Human

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Name: Elijah “Eli” Phlogiston

Age: 18

Appearance: The way Eli looks isn't all that remarkable. The only things that stand out are the odd bandages or scrapes on his face or arms - but for the people that know him well, it's not an uncommon sight. He has small almond shaped brown eyes and his hair is a muddy reddish brown in color, usually with a comb hastily run through it to no avail. He stands a 5'11'' (182cm), and his body frame is boxy. He is by no means an athlete but keeps in decent shape. His personal style favors function over form, but also includes a lot of comfortable clothing.

Personality: Even as a kid, Eli has always been described as down-to-earth. He is a straight forward kind of guy, prone to taking the path of least resistance. He isn't easily stirred to intense emotion, though like anyone he is capable of displaying it if really pushed. Despite the easygoing nature, Eli also has an adventurous heart. His hobbies are hiking and urban exploration, as well as trying out new things. He chips away at projects gradually, prone to dropping things for a new adventure and then coming back to them with a new approach. Basically, Eli goes with the flow of both his own heart and those of the people around him. He doesn't usually sweat the small stuff.

With both friends and strangers he is casual and direct. He is an extrovert that feeds off of positive energy, so he does best in a group and usually seeks out companionship whenever he's alone. He is both trusting and trustworthy, accepting everyone as they are. One major thing about Eli is that he is clumsy or otherwise seems to have bad luck, which is why he's always covered in little nicks and bruises. He's also not particularly good with his hands, so dexterous tasks are beyond him. He has gotten pretty good with first aid though.

History: Eli's life had been pretty average up until the camping trip with his friends. He grew up in a rinky-dink little house with just his mom - single parent, no siblings. They didn't have a lot of money, but they also didn't want for much either.

It was a happy household for the most part, but with his mom working nights and himself in school during the day, Eli was left to his own devices for a lot of the time. He had to find something to do when he was alone, but instead of studying (he gets by fine with his grades as is, only really struggling with some maths and sciences) he took to trying to insert himself into as many different social circles as possible. The more friends, the more stuff he'd have to do so the less bored he would be! It was good in a lot of ways, he learned a lot and got used to talking with people of all stripes. He was hardly ever lonely either. But it also meant a lot of double booking, hurt feelings, peer pressure, and some close calls with more dangerous "friends." The only time he ever remembered his mom yelling at him was one day a police officer had dragged him back home with only a warning.

After that Eli remained friendly with pretty much anyway, but he chose his actual friends a little more seriously. He filled his free time with other random hobbies and a lot of exploration. He'd pretty much memorized the routes of the city's few nature walks. He still never took his schooling seriously though.

Eventually he met a real interesting bunch that all bonded well together despite their differences, a group that he seemed to really click with. He'd pretty much never been happier, but now with graduation and everyone talking about going their separate ways for college, Eli was left questioning what his own plans were. He couldn't exactly tag along with someone... or could he? He had no idea what he wanted to do with himself. The one thing he does know is that he wants to spend as much time with his friends as possible while they're all still together.

Magic

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Element: Fire

Magical Form: Eli transforms when a burst of colorful flames engulf him. When the fire stops he appears with his wounds and body fat burned away, in peak physical condition. His hair becomes slightly longer, spikier, and more deeply red while his eyes glow orange. The outfit he wears comes across as something a fictional, sensationalized martial artist would wear: dogi pants, slippers with a hard sole, a waist cloth, half vest over a bare chest, and impractically long scarf all in varying light and dark shades of red. The look is accented with bronze and gold bangles, belt cord, and stud earrings.

Weapon: A pair of tight leather-like finger-less gloves, deep mahogany in color. There are studs on the knuckles matching the bronze-gold accessories of his outfit, and the palms of each glove feature two different curious rich red symbols.

Abilities: Eli can conjure flames in a variety of colors, temperatures, and sizes, and wreath himself in them without being harmed. The bigger the fire the more fuel it needs, using his stamina and breath. If he can't breathe, he can't burn. He can control existing fires of a non-magical nature, extinguishing them or making them dance. He can heat up his body in general, including on a cellular level to power up and move faster. Finally, Eli's abilities give him robust regenerative properties. As long as he doesn't take a fatal wound, he can burn energy to heal himself from even the most grievous of injuries. Like all his other abilities, the more severe the wound, the more energy the fire needs to heal it over by making it anew. Unknown if he can extend use of this healing factor on others.

Companion

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Name: Fenghuang

Appearance: She takes the form of a small bird, more like a chick than anything, less than a foot tall. Her plumage is vibrantly colored in reds and oranges, with some feathery spots appearing iridescent. Though she is lacking in tail feathers, she still looks very regal.

Personality: Fenghuang wasn't surprised about being trapped in her current body, but seeing that it is a great inconvenience to her she is eager to get the boys to hurry up and finish their quest so she can get back to normal. On top of being pushy, she is stubborn and convinced that she is always right. Fenghuang was revered as one of the oldest and wisest sorceresses in the land, and she is not above throwing her experience and rank around to convince others that her way is best. Even if she's proven wrong, she will rarely ever admit it. She is quite a proud bird, and once she gets to know others she grows extremely protective of them.

Chronicles of the Six: Magic’s Awakening: A Magical Boy RP. Reboot

When you make a fancy table for the CS and realize after it's completely done that it looks horrible on mobile "orz

Anyway, here is my non-tabled application, finally!

not so fiery fire boi

Human

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Name: Elijah “Eli” Phlogiston

Age: 18

Appearance: The way Eli looks isn't all that remarkable. The only things that stand out are the odd bandages or scrapes on his face or arms - but for the people that know him well, it's not an uncommon sight. He has small almond shaped brown eyes and his hair is a muddy reddish brown in color, usually with a comb hastily run through it to no avail. He stands a 5'11'' (182cm), and his body frame is boxy. He is by no means an athlete but keeps in decent shape. His personal style favors function over form, but also includes a lot of comfortable clothing.

Personality: Even as a kid, Eli has always been described as down-to-earth. He is a straight forward kind of guy, prone to taking the path of least resistance. He isn't easily stirred to intense emotion, but is capable of displaying it if really pushed. Despite the easygoing nature, Eli does have an adventurous heart. His hobbies are hiking and urban exploration, as well as trying out new things. He isn't stubborn, but neither is he a quitter. He is just as likely to gradually chip away at something if he can't get it the first time as he is to drop it for a new approach or a new adventure. For the most part, Eli goes with the flow. He doesn't usually sweat the small stuff.

With both friends and strangers he is casual and direct. He is an extrovert that feeds off of positive energy, so he does best in a group and usually seeks out companionship whenever he's alone. He is both trusting and trustworthy, accepting everyone as they are. One major thing about Eli is that he is clumsy or otherwise seems to have bad luck, which is why he's always covered in little nicks and bruises. He's also not particularly good with his hands, so dexterous tasks are beyond him. He has gotten pretty good with first aid though.

History: Eli's life had been pretty average up until the camping trip with his friends. He grew up in a rinky-dink little house with just his mom - single parent, no siblings. They didn't have a lot of money, but they also didn't want for much either.

It was a happy household for the most part, but with his mom working nights and himself in school during the day, Eli was left to his own devices for a lot of the time. He had to find something to do when he was alone, but instead of studying (he gets by fine with his grades as is, only really struggling with some maths and sciences) he took to trying to insert himself into as many different social circles as possible. The more friends, the more stuff he'd have to do so the less bored he would be! It was good in a lot of ways, he learned a lot and got used to talking with people of all stripes. He was hardly ever lonely either. But it also meant a lot of double booking, hurt feelings, peer pressure, and some close calls with more dangerous "friends." The only time he ever remembered his mom yelling at him was one day a police officer had dragged him back home with only a warning.

After that Eli remained friendly with pretty much anyway, but he chose his actual friends a little more seriously. He filled his free time with other random hobbies and a lot of exploration. He'd pretty much memorized the routes of the city's few nature walks. He still never took his schooling seriously though.

Eventually he met a real interesting bunch that all bonded well together despite their differences, a group that he seemed to really click with. He'd pretty much never been happier, but now with graduation and everyone talking about going their separate ways for college, Eli was left questioning what his own plans were. He couldn't exactly tag along with someone... or could he? He had no idea what he wanted to do with himself. The one thing he does know is that he wants to spend as much time with his friends as possible while they're all still together.

Magic

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Element: Fire

Magical Form: Eli transforms when a burst of colorful flames engulf him. When the fire stops he appears with his wounds and body fat burned away, in peak physical condition. His hair becomes slightly longer, spikier, and more deeply red while his eyes glow orange. He outfit he wears comes across as something a fictional, sensationalized martial would wear: dogi pants, slippers with a hard sole, a waist cloth, half vest, and impractically long scarf all in varying light and dark shades of red. The look is accented with bronze and gold bangles, belt cord, and stud earrings.

Weapon: A pair of tight leather-like finger-less gloves, deep mahogany in color. There are studs on the knuckles matching the bronze-gold accessories of his outfit, and the palms of each glove feature two different curious rich red symbols.

Abilities: Eli can conjure flames in a variety of colors, temperatures, and sizes, and wreath himself in them without being harmed. The bigger the fire the more fuel it needs, using his stamina and breath. If he can't breathe, he can't burn. He can control existing fires of a non-magical nature, extinguishing them or making them dance. He can heat up his body in general, including on a cellular level to power up and move faster. Finally, Eli's abilities give him robust regenerative properties. As long as he doesn't take a fatal wound, he can burn energy to heal himself from even the most grievous of injuries. Like all his other abilities, the more severe the wound, the more energy the fire needs to heal it over by making it anew. Unknown if he can extend use of this healing factor on others.

Companion

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Name: Fenghuang

Appearance: She takes the form of a small bird, more like a chick than anything, less than a foot tall. Her plumage is vibrantly colored in reds and oranges, with some feathery spots appearing iridescent. Though she is lacking in tail feathers, she still looks very regal.

Personality: Fenghuang wasn't surprised about being trapped in her current body, but seeing that it is a great inconvenience to her she is eager to get the boys to hurry up and finish their quest so she can get back to normal. On top of being pushy, she is stubborn and convinced that she is always right. Fenghuang was revered as one of the oldest and wisest sorceresses in the land, and she is not above throwing her experience and rank around to convince others that her way is best. Even if she's proven wrong, she will rarely ever admit it. She is quite a proud bird, and once she gets to know others she grows extremely protective of them.

Hola

Hey there! Welcome to the site!

SPIRITUM

La𝚗ce Bennett

The remainder of the ride (or this portion of it anyway, there was a lot more to go in general) was full of the squad's "normal" antics. It was kind of nice that they all could remain their usual selves - even the most unusual of them. After spending so long together, this being their last hurrah... no, bettering not to bring that up even just to himself. Like he'd said, this was a vacation. It was still much too early in to worry about things like that.

---

La𝚗ce hopped out of the back of the truck, glad to be able to stretch his legs. He raised his arms over his head and laced his fingers together, making a pleased noise when he finished unfolding himself. He fit right in alongside his peers in dusty jeans and a black tank top beneath a gray hoodie so threadbare that it was comfortable even in the heat. The slightly garish scarf he usually kept with him was pulled through the belt loops of his pants, and his orange hair was thoroughly windblown.

As they were speeding down the road, La𝚗ce could see Sapple Springs in all its by-gone glory. Actually being in it, well... "What do they call this kinda place again? ...'quaint'?"

That was probably a good word for it. Too good of a word maybe. La𝚗ce couldn't really hate places like this, stubbornly clinging to life while the world passed them by. That didn't mean he particularly liked them either though. He did roll his eyes at Gerard when he made the comment about it not being good for his shoes, making an exaggerated show out of it.

It had, in fact, been just he and Justice that had come up with their travel plans. No one else was interested, and so the route was focused more on efficiency than comfort. He had a feeling their squad leader might have slipped in one or two pit stops solely as a joke, but he hadn't called her on it.

"I'm sure there's all kinds of excitement here, like... playing is there a scorpion in my shoe? in the morning, and is a hillbilly gonna break into my room? at night." He said, glacing to Silje. He wiggled his fingers ominously as he spoke, but after a moment he seemed to realize that at least one of those things might happen for real. "Okay but actually, do check your shoes later."

While the others wandered away from the truck for the most part, La𝚗ce got to work unloading it. The WARDENs hadn't brought much in the first place - food and drink for the road, maybe a duffel filled with a couple changes of clothes (or more than a couple in Gerard's case). Still, wild animals or nosy humans could get into anything left in the bed overnight. Maybe one of the others could cast a barrier to keep them out now that he thought about it, but he'd already tossed a few bags over the side so might as well keep going.

When Silje had first called out to Kalina, La𝚗ce had just laughed and left them to it. He very much doubted Tony was actually making friends in there, but hopefully the thing about the buffalo didn't set anyone off. Then everyone had more or less made their way to the store and weren't coming back out of it.

Seeing as whatever situation was developing wasn't dying down, La𝚗ce jogged over to see what exactly was going on. He didn't enter the rundown store, instead coming up to stand by Gerard where they could see what was happening through the windows and run in if they were needed.

"Is this a new record?" he asked off-handedly, rubbing at his ear when Gerard's spell went off. He didn't actually think any of Barghest were going to kill these guys if a fight did break out. They were a ragtag bunch, yeah, but they were disciplined. La𝚗ce didn't know what set Tony off, or if Tony had set one of the locals off, but he was going to side with his friend and fellow squadmate even if it was the latter. Especially if it was the latter.

Then Justice stepped in to de-escalate... actually, that hardly sounded like de-escalating.

"I hate when she says shit like that," La𝚗ce sighed. Maybe "is a hillbilly gonna break into my room?" would actually be a real thing they'd have to worry about, along with the scorpions.

Helloo!

Welcome! Nice to see people still getting into the hobby. Have fun!

Salutations!

Welcome to RPG!

Introduction

Welcome to RPG!

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

Any of y'all have a Quaxly in SV laying around that I can have for dex completion? I've been catching everything + surprise trading non stop as much as possible, but surprise trade just keeps giving Sprigatito and Fuecoco whenever people are trading SV starters.

@Kuro

Do you still need one? I started with that and think I have a few left from breeding, or can just breed another one.

Introducing

Welcome to RPG! Hope you enjoy your stay. Can't say I've gone poetic RP but sounds neat.
I suppose I'd be a marm/quest giver, personally ^^

World of Light

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Level: 10 - Total EXP: 161/100 ------ Level: 7 - Total EXP: 212/70
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Word Count: 2173 (+3 exp)(+23 collab exp)(+15 reward exp)
Location: The Under - Mercy Dreams

Waking was unpleasant. It was less like stirring from a dream and more like coming back to consciousness after fainting: disorienting and sluggish. Out of the two Orsterrans, Therion came to first. His eyes snapped open as soon as his brain told his body he was awake, but a blooming headache stopped him from jumping to his feet. He was not the first of the Seekers to wake, and in their voices he could hear relief mixed with annoyance. The fight was over, then.

He pushed himself up, keeping on his guard just in case. Only after seeing Ganondorf and Rika kill the slumbering warframes did he start to relax. The group had swept through the prison and conquered it, now they just had to find the treasure they'd come for.

Maybe it was the amount of sleep spells she'd fallen under, or her underlying desire to finish her battle with the phantom that had been haunting her during those bouts of sleep, but Primrose woke up later than most of the others. She slowly pulled herself to her feet, regaining her composure after the battle. She'd awakened in time to hear Ms. Fortune explain the lack of Dreamcatcher and the out of place train station. The unexpected exit up was a nice surprise.

"Me too," Therion said, throwing his lot in with Ms. Fortune's choice to ride that train back topside. "And the sooner we leave, the better."

Primrose nodded. That was fine with her. It would probably be both the easiest and safest option for them as well, rather than backtrack into dangerous territory or try and tread forward into the unknown. The dancer's eyes caught the silver key ring that Nadia held. "...then let's conclude any unfinished business, so we can get going."

She exited the room to seek out the Dreamcatcher along with most of the group, taking one of the silver keys for herself. Therion chose to stay by the exit, making no excuses as to why.

---

Therion watched the last of the Seekers filter out and back into the prison proper. Idly he wondered what had happened to the big scholar and even bigger knight after Ten Piedad had perished. Had they been spirited away, or just left preemptively? Either way, if Artorias was around he'd hear any chatter through the linkpearl Primrose had given him.

Alone, the thief inspected the risen section of the floor. To his relief it didn't seem to be trapped. He was completely sick of The Under, and if the random train station here had been fake he didn't know what he'd do. He wanted to be out of here. Once he was above ground, he was sure he wouldn't want to return.

If this connects to all the stations here, that'd include Queen's Station... that leads back to the big one, the Metro, he thought to himself, jaw set tight. I'm sure I can get around in there by myself even if those cats are still on the look out for us. Didn't Primrose say there was some kind of headquarters for the Seekers? I could head there, do some odd jobs or something while the others finish up here.

A little inner voice also reminded him that he didn't have to return to some HQ. He could always strike out alone, like he was used to doing. Though thoughts of leaving had come and gone for Therion a couple of times since he joined up with the Seekers of Light's crusade, he hadn't felt as strongly about it until now. It was just one hellish experience after another, demanding much from their bodies and minds alike. He really wasn't built for this.

...but he could be. He'd already changed himself with spirits, and he'd just watched Ganondorf do it to himself again. It was the quickest way to change oneself and get stronger - and whether he stuck around or left, he would definitely need to get stronger.

Therion pulled out the spirit of the wraith he'd battled earlier. This one was strong; it had taken three people to take him down. Therion turned the glowing mote of light over in his hand. Should he fuse with it? With that orb they'd picked up earlier, it wouldn't be an issue to remove the wraith's spirit if it caused some kind of madness like the Ammomancer had...

Making his decision, the thief pressed the spirit into his chest.

For Therion

Notable Spirit Consumed:
Raziel
The host is a bit taller and more gaunt, with bones visible beneath the skin across much of his body, particularly the torso. His skin has a pale blue tinge. His hair is murkier overall in color, and shorter, with a prominent extension on either side of his forehead. His eyes look glassed over. His poncho is shorter and (like most of his outfit) more of a muted brown in color, but rises up around his face to work as a half-mask. There are bandages wound around his forearms. The host's personality is more noble and moral. This spirit confers the Power Wraith Blade, allowing the host to summon a spectral sword. It can be used to fire bolts of spectral energy, and if it's used to destroy a spirit, the wielder will be healed and empowered. If exposed to pure sources of elemental energy, the Wraith Blade can be empowered with them. This spirit also confers the Weakness Hydrothemia, which causes the host to be hurt by sufficient quantities of water. Water-based attacks will do extra damage, and immersion in water will burn the host like an acid.

It wasn't the altered appearance that Therion first noticed, but the change in his state of mind. Now, suddenly, the thought of leaving his unusual allies the Seekers behind while they toiled on seemed abhorrent to him. Heh, would you look at that? he thought to himself, surprised that such a mental change had taken place - and that despite it happening so quickly, it still felt natural. Unless some other cause needed him, it looked like he would be remaining in the world saving business, for better or worse.

Taking stock of his body came after gathering his thoughts. Therion had never paid much mind to how he looked, so long as he didn't look too out of place for his skill set. The orange tone to his clothes that the cat-man's spirit had given him was a bit garish for a thief, but the new color was more workable. As for the rest... he could see that his poncho was more or less a large over shirt now, as the white fabric of his under shirt was starting to peek out. He usually left the under shirt unbuttoned, finding it easier to regulate his body temperature that way when he was wearing a poncho and scarf on top, but now he might change his mind - since the skin stretched over skeleton look that could be easily seen if he took the poncho off wasn't exactly nice to look at. Combined with the blue tint to his skin, he probably looked half on his way to a walking corpse. Not surprising, considering what that wraith looked like. I'm just glad I still have both parts of my jaw...

It was a little easier to look at on his arms, the only other part of him besides his face that was bare. Right, his face! Therion could feel the fabric touching his cheeks and knew the lower half was covered, but what about the left side? He brought a hand up, feeling the skin there and the lack of hair covering it. While Therion really didn't mind how he looked (he didn't have anyone to impress after all), the long bangs obscuring the left side of his face had been a deliberate choice. He wasn't ashamed, per se, of the puckered scar there - running from his forehead to halfway down his cheek, through his left eye, and the green iris had become slightly milky after the attack that caused it (though unbeknownst to Therion now both of his currently mismatched eyes had the same glossy white lens). It was unsightly, sure, but he covered it more for convenience. Scars like that gave off a certain impression, like he was some sort of brigand, and also attracted the attention of the naively curious with questions. He'd been wearing his hair that way for so long it had become a habit.

He supposed that the scar exposed didn't really matter now while he was traveling an unfamiliar world with a huge band of people. I'm still not the weirdest looking person here either, he thought. The thief ran a hand up through his hair a couple of times, clenched and unclenched his fists and generally tested out his movement after the fusion. He had some time to get used to the changes while he awaited the others' return.

---

Primrose had split up from the others to search the fourth floor, though to be honest she wasn't looking particularly hard. Though it was possible that they'd missed something here, she was fairly sure the fourth level was cleared. Unless the Dreamcatcher was housed within a random cell, but she easily dismissed that possibility. From what she could see and hear, the empty cells all stood open while the locked ones all held inmates. There were only so many keys, so it was unlikely that a cell was being used to store anything.

There was another reason that Primrose wasn't taking the task seriously at the moment. There was someone waiting for her.

She approached the hall where "Yusufa" waited in a lonely cell toward the dead end. She could almost feel the shift in the air just before she heard her friend's voice, crystal clear over the screams of other prisoners.

"Prim? Oh, Prim, you're back!"

Yusufa sounded overjoyed, like she'd thought the worst and was pleasantly surprised to be proven wrong. "I'm so glad you're alright."

"Yusufa..." It was nice to hear her voice. Primrose wanted to be selfish and indulge herself in the dream a little longer, but she knew that was what the prison did to people - trapped them in a beautiful lie. She was quiet for long enough that "Yusufa" spoke up again, uncertain.

"...you are okay, right? Please be okay."

"I'm fine, it's just... Yusufa..." Primrose pressed her forehead to the cell door. She placed her palm against it too, hoping to feel some warmth of her fellow dancer doing the same. Her other hand, with the silver key held in it, hovered by the lock. "...we're friends, aren't we?"

"What?"

"Humor me. And tell me, please. Were we friends?"

"Prim... of course. I'm still your friend, I'd always wanted to be your friend! You... you think so too, don't you?"

"...yes."

"I'm so happy..." Yusufa's voice was light, brittle. She sighed as she spoke, like Primrose had lifted some burden from her. "...I won't have to be alone anymore."

That was it. Those were Yusufa's dying words.

No one but Primrose herself was privy to them. While Yusufa laid in her arms broken and bleeding Helgenish and his henchmen had watched the whole thing with a sick satisfaction, but it was to Primrose alone that Yusufa had whispered those last words; that she was glad not to be alone in the end. Not even a living Yusufa herself could know. It was as Primrose expected after meeting Simeon in the dream - Yusufa was a figment of her imagination.

Without warning Primrose unlocked the cell. The voice barely had time to squeak a noise of panic before the door was wrenched open. Inside Primrose found nothing but darkness, and her own reflection.

The dancer closed her eyes. She'd known it was too good to be true, but it still hurt.

She lingered in front of the cell for a few minutes, sorting out her feelings. Yusufa, Simeon. Therion, Robin Goodfellow. Her fellow travelers, and her fellow Seekers. Only once she'd calmed down did she open her eyes. Mercy Dreams was a horrible place, but maybe she'd needed this kind of experience to reorient herself, and rededicate herself to destroying Galeem's world. There were so many people that needed justice done on their behalf, including herself, and she would deliver it.

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When the Koopa family returned they found a changed Therion waiting by the exit that would lead to the station. His feline ears flickered toward them and he looked up, immediately noting the staff in the toady's hands. Could that be the "Dreamcatcher"? He inquired how they'd found it, and upon being told it was just in a locked room on the first floor the thief shook his head in disbelief. While they reported over the linkpearl he overheard the question about the safe. That damn safe!

"I tried cracking it earlier," he said with an annoyed sigh. "No dice though. Code's the only way to open it besides completely destroying it."

Only a little bit later Primrose returned, having heard Kamek's report. She had no answers for him either, so she said nothing but greetings. Besides the general wear that her clothes and person had gone through during their adventure through the Under, Primrose herself put up as beautiful a front as possible. The calm, slightly mysterious smile of her facade was back in place, projecting the image of a strong, elegant woman. It was how she'd get through the last of their mission down here. She took note of some of the new changes her allies had gone through, apparently having fused when they were separated. She was surprised to see Therion's scar visible - though she knew it was there she hadn't actually seen it before. He seemed fine with it though, probably coming to the same conclusion as she had back in the Home of Tears. Hiding their pasts didn't seem as important now.

"We've got what we came for," Primrose said once everyone had arrived. One hand was on her hip while the other gestured to the Koopas holding the staff that was apparently key to the area Guardian's defeat. "So~ is everyone ready to get out of here?"