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The flamboyant fanfare continued with the rest of those, who had not yet taken their pick from the treasure case of wonders. 

First was Inadi, whose calm colours quickly faded, revealing the face of a person struck by the earthquake called stress. Truthfully, he resembled one of those office workers, whose nerve strings on the piano that was their sanity were about to break, due to pressuring deadlines, demanding superiors and lack of sleep.Throwing his open suitcase at the onlookers, paperwork emotions flew left and right, scattering through the dining hall. That voice of irritation, created by nervousness, contradictions and fear of the unknown. Eyes thirsty for a logical explanation of the happenings before them. An escalation of the heat within the soul. A marvelous display of the power within the amulet, the nature of which was electricity. Hakuren could only grin in amusement.
It was quite entertaining for the young man in the midnight green coat to observe this outburst of pure spiritual energy. That desperation, that desperation. It made his new comrade burn from the inside out. To accept the reality that is in front of you, to acknowledge what is in front of your as reality, to awaken from the dream that is your denial and to cast away the last of that foolish dreamy haze. That marks the progression of one's inner world. Never once is such evolution easy. There are always hurdles, pain and doubt, not only from what surrounds you, but from your own self as well. The grandest Court of Judgement, where the most lethal of penalties are given, is neither in Hell, nor in Heaven, nor in any other bizarre dimension. It is within ourselves. Our mind, a piece of meat when looked at in a picture, is the strictest judge of all. You may trick others, but to trick your own mind, now that is something only very few have accomplished and even then, it is questionable to say whether or not they were not tricking the rest to believe they had tricked themselves. Both the one who gives and executes the sentence, it is a locked cage, the key of which remains forever lost. A solitary confinement until death. A space where so much and yet so little is done and where such a great amount of information is stored, only to rarely be remembered at all. A mystery it was, the mind.
Apparently, Sihma could not bare the noise in the confines of his own neuron city. With so much agitation built up inside, the natural process of bursting out like a volcano, spewing all of that, which you have kept hidden until that point, began. It was nothing unusual, for most human beings reacted in this manner in similar situations. As a result of this occurring at the same time in which the youngster was clenching a magical charm in his hand, the sparks of his emotions materialized in the form of lightning. This was a spectacle that pleased the eye. Fortunately, he calmed down afterwards and later received an explanation as to why their group could not leave Nowhere. "So pocht das Schicksal an die Pforte".

Following this extraordinary parade of electrons, one which even Tesla would marvel at, was an ensemble of three girls. One after another, in a diligent orderly fashion, came Leila, Lesley and Leon. Le trio of their merry batch. Each of them a lady in their very own way, they portrayed elegance and grace among the rest of their more masculine and beary companions. 
Alas the first mentioned could not keep her poise for long, as her freshly picked magical jewel slipped from her fingers. With astonishing speed and agility, the lass managed to grab hold of it before the precious masterpiece could soundly kiss the floor, yet inevitably landing and rolling on the ground herself. Sighing, Hakuren went over and offered the young miss a hand and a friendly smile. He intended to play gentleman until the bitter end. 
Lesley, on the other hand, discovered their power quickly and handled it with ease. It was a rather befitting one. A green field, rainbows and a pot of gold. Where was the lepricon?
As charming as that individual of a questionable orientation was, the last, but not the least, Leon, took the cake, for not only did he present his newly found wind capabilities properly, he also had the courage and dignity to ask her Royal Highness for her crown. Rather than simply lend it, her Majesty granted it as a gift to the lad. It was obviously not at all a loss. She, as a queen of a country, most likely had many crowns or, perhaps, even an entire room full of them, thus one being given away was a simple act of charity one would expect from a billionaire. 

However, before the Queen gave her answers and presents, she explained the mechanism of using and replenishing one's magical energy, namely pointing out the fact that one would perish if they were to run out of the liquid in the amulet, something Hakuren had assumed after recalling a certain anime. The rest of his party seemed to handle the news rather well or at least the greater part of them. They should have gotten used to this, seeing as what kind of hassles they were made to go through prior to their most recent return to the castle. 

Once bidding goodbye to her Highness and the rest of the court, the humans headed out with their escort and guide, Zephy of the Kingdom of Sol. She was a girl rather small and petite, attributes which defined her as adorable, but the personality she revealed in front of them, whilst waiting for their catbus to the border, was that of a confident, strong-willed and firm young lady. This was not necessarily a bad trait. If truth be told, Hakuren's type, if there would ever be such a woman to begin with, was indeed such in character, albeit not as proud and boisterous. 

Upon the arrival of their transportation, the black-blue-haired man wished to let out a purr of delight. It was just like the one he remembered from that old children's tale. A cat bus. Alive, meowing, with eyes playful and bright, it was a peculiar sight for those who still dwelt with their everyday mindset, but for those who had soaked up a fraction of Nowhere's randomness, this was something normal, if not at all strange. 
Harper, the cowardly knight, hesitated in front of Ali Baba's cave and was "gently encouraged" to go through the cat's mouth. Riley, however, jumped head-first into the belly of the beast, eager to explore the world that awaited her, as any greenhorn would be. It was fun seeing this colourful palette of reactions. Everyone was unique, a special flower in a garden of wonders. And, as always, there was one, which wished to stand out from the rest the most.

[quote=Vincent]“No. No I am not getting on that.”[/quote]

Surprisingly, Vincent was putting up quite the resistance when it came to entering the bus and it was amazing, if not ridiculous, to watch as a full ground muscly man got kicked by a little girl from behind and into the jaws of the feline. 

Hakuren did not oppose this manner of entry. In fact, he was curious to observe the inside of a cat from this perspective. However, he did not dare walk inside first before giving way to Leon with the words "After you, my queen" and a wink. He was a true heterosexual, but nothing stopped the blue-green-eyed youngster from having some fun.

[quote=Ace][b]"For a tough guy, you sure aren't acting like it. It's just a bus, calm down would ya?"[/b] She laughed lightly and waited for the others, still a bit hyperactive because of the sweets.[/quote]
Such was the comment Ace made, once they were in the bus, regarding Vincent's behavior, who was currently resting at the very back.
[b]"The smaller they are, the louder they bark."[/b] Hakuren laughed along with her from his seat, which was located at the front. 

(pretty much done, but might edit tomorrow, when I get back from school)