There was an audible smack as Fitch stumbled to the side, a hand clinging to the side of his face. While the strike didn't exactly [i]hurt[/i], it was certainly shocking and there was enough strength behind it. Nero facepalmed and shook his head, "Could we slow down for just a damned minute, you two?" Yari was now standing, tears streaming down her face again as she stared toward Fitch defiantly. "I don't even know who you are! How [i]dare[/i] you say something so outrageous..." The swordsman finally recovered, only just realizing that Suto had left... Where'd he go? Oh god, he spilled the beans. They were going to tell him together... They were going to tell him today. But not like this. God dammit, [i]you idiot![/i] He chastised himself. Kenshin and Alphard both left as the room began to heat up, feeling a bit out of place. "I-I'm sorry," He explained, rubbing the back of his neck. Yuna then decided to join the group, as she'd heard the rather loud strike from the kitchenette, her expression now quite puzzled. "I just... Maybe you'll get your memory back in a couple of days..." He said, still a bit in shock, but definitely hopeful. Nero rose and showed his agreement, "It's very possible. Miss Yari, I'm sorry things are so confusing for you right now... This is probably pretty frustrating, but I'm sure you'll recover soon," He said hopefully, giving her a reassuring smile. Fitch wasn't quite so convinced, but she nodded slowly and scratched her cheek. "Sorry for everything, everybody... I'm just... going to lie down for a while, if you don't mind." Nobody argued as she retired to one of the rooms attached to the suite. Nero looked to Fitch, "You know... Akihiko stated that neurotoxins are activated in the NerveGear when we die here... There's a chance that maybe that's what caused the amnesia, you know? Maybe, given a few days here, she'll recover what she's forgotten and everything can go back to normal. No big deal. Alright, bud? Get some rest." The sword-and-shield user nodded somberly, taking to his own room, one separate from his wife. He decided, for now, not to show Yari the proof of their bond, hoping that this was simply a temporary spell. ----- "Hey, you!" A small girl with long red hair, no more than fourteen years of age, in a black cloak called out to a seventeen year-old boy, a rapier drawn at her side. He was laughing with a small group as they left the bar. The voice caught his ear and he looked over, "Ohhh, little Gami come out to play..." The others all looked a bit uneasy, but the boy, who was obviously the leader, spread his arms out. "What can I do for you?" The redhead's face turned the same colour as her hair as she stamped her foot, "I told you not to call me that." Shaking her head, she regained her composure and flicked her blade through the air. "Don't you [i]dare[/i] talk to me like that... After you steal [i]my[/i] guild, ruin [i]my[/i] trust in people, and try to ridicule [i]me[/i]? Notice anything different?" "Ooh," He responded sarcastically, "You bought yourself a new blade and jacket? Great work. It still won't stand up from the drops we got on our last training session! Why don't you go join the party they're having to celebrate the new floor? I know we're about to! [i]Oh, that's right,[/i] you're an anti-social headcase who can't lead a party for her life." One of the other boys in the group put a hand on his shoulder, "Hey, dude... I know we all agreed on her leaving, but... I think you're being a bit harsh..." "Shut up." He spat in reply, about to spring into another slough of insults as he turned his head to Kimi again- [i]SCHWING![/i] A rapier was pressed lightly beneath his chin with the short girl very near him. "You're just unbearably stupid, is all." "Oh, can it. I'm not scared of yo-" The blade glowed a bright blue before striking him, directly to the heart, blasting him into the side of the building. [i]Immortal Object[/i], it replied as the guild leader slumped to the ground, groaning. "You little bitch... Buy some new equipment and you think you're all that?" "I didn't buy it." She snapped, "I earned it. Got some help from a material hunter friend of mine on the last floor, had it made from some of the beasts we hunted in the final dungeon... It's divine, really. Brings out my eyes, don't you think?" The other boy rose to his feet, "Please, like you have any friends... Doesn't matter, you still can't hurt me out here and you don't have the courage to do anything in the danger zones anyway. She smirked and sheathed her blade, "You're damn right I won't." Giving the boy a thumbs up, she turned on her heel for the building, "Have fun training on floor eighteen, guys. Really, hope you enjoy the slow climb to the top - it's not like you're helping anybody being down there anyway. Maybe you should take up a trade, I hear there's good money in it." As the others saw her back, they'd notice small bat wings protruding from the garment. Purely aesthetic, but surprisingly demonic. One hand on her hilt, the other hanging at her side, the confident young girl took to the stairs of the inn. She felt refreshed. In all honesty, she'd been a wreck on the previous floor when her own guild shut her out... A unanimous vote. What she wouldn't have given for somebody to help her out of it. Instead, she poured herself into the training she'd already been working on apart from them. The girl avoided the boss fight. As she ascended the small building, she finally found her floor and started down the hall. A young man bumped into her shoulder, knocking her into the wall as he passed by, clearly brooding over something as he turned and entered his own room. She twisted her face into a small scowl. She already decided she would [i]not[/i] be treated that way after her own guild dumped her. "Hey!" Kimi called out, her green eyes fixated fiercely as she pounded on his door. "Open up, guy."