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Mystral was casually strolling on the bridge's walkway. She wanted to sight see for a second, look where she was before heading off to her mission. Her hair fluttered against the wind as she took in Boston. Her eyes shone brightly against the lights. Each one of them were so caught up with whatever it is people did nowadays.

She breathed in deep to get that city air, the now-familiar smell of smoke and food that came as wisps. This contrasted the green meadows and fair fields of her youth. Boston was so unlike her homestead. She liked it that way.

After that moment, she turned back to see the passing cars. A quick look at everything around her said that nothing was going to be there.. unless this Conflux person was adept at hiding in plain sight. Her two-tone eyes saw nothing unusual, and it kind of slightly annoyed her, like accidentally cutting herself when she flays someone.

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'bzzt' 'dinglingling' 'bzzt' Mystral's silent fit was disrupted by the sweet sound of Cauldron. She made no delay in reading it.

[color=f49ac2](Guess I'm going to the circus.. Now to find Victory Road..)[/color] Mystral casually brought her phone out once she's on solid land.

[color=f49ac2]'V I C T O R Y

R O A D'[/color] It was worth a shot to check the obvious source first. [color=f49ac2](There we go!)[/color] She pinned the place and goes there. She only used the portal to reach a certain distance. The remaining third would be on foot. Casually, she tried to get a seat in the crowd.

She quickly scanned the area for someone who didn't look like they belonged-- but the sheer number of attendees made this difficult, impossible even. It would be less time consuming and entertaining to not try so hard. So, she leaves the crowd and come back after visiting this [i]lemonade-stand[/i] of a betting booth.

She had put a nice sum on Vector, just because his name sounded cool. Betting didn't have to make sense [i]all[/i] the time.

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Mystral held her ticket firmly in her hand, once again giving Conflux a chance to reveal himself

[color=f49ac2]"C'mon then Conflux~ Show yourself~~ Promise not to hurt you."[/color] Mystral sing-songed under her breath [color=f49ac2](Much~)[/color]