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[sub]Anyone can respond to her questions at the beginning, they weren't specifically to anyone, but she introduced herself to [@Mateotis]'s character at the end there[/sub][/centre]
[indent][indent]Complaining about coffee was one thing, but to see a large gathering of Infinite in a single floor was another. If Krista hadn't been feeling so insulted by the two-toned teddy bear, she would've attempted to pay a little more attention to the names and their matching faces. She knew [i]of[/i] a few — Mary Hanson, mainly. It was easy to recognize her, even from this distance. Krista would eagerly watched her stream after a particularly long day, enjoying what content she had to offer like any other fan. 

[color=6c9b8f]"Are we the only ones here?"[/color] For a moment she felt concern fill her. What if this wasn't her brother playing some stupid prank — there was no way he would be able to orchestrate something as big as this from his hospital bed. Something was surely wrong, and some of the faces of the other Infinites around her made her feel like something was really wrong. [color=6c9b8f]"We're not in Axis Mundi anymore, are we?"[/color] The halls looked the same; everything looked the same but [i]nothing[/i] felt right.

Krista's hands reached up for the strap that held her violin case against her back, a comforting weight in an otherwise uncomfortable situation. There was tension in the air towards one end of the hall, and she could only pick out the strange sound of a recorder being replayed and rewinded in the distance, as well as a recognizable voice introducing herself as [i]MaryPie[/i]—

[i]Ohmygoditsactuallyher![/i]

[color=6c9b8f][i]'Maybe I can go introduce myself to he—'[/i][/color]

Nope. She's already gone.

Then there was the guy that snapped, looking pale and as if he's lost a little too much blood during his lifetime — wait, that rung a bell from earlier. The blood giver? [i]That[/i] was an Infinite talent; and not some rude remark? She didn't know whether to be a little surprised or just confused. It was then they were joined by [i]even more people[/i]—

Seriously how many people are there!?

The way the grey haired man introduced himself was a strange one. With a poem so great, it was no wonder he was the Infinite Poet. While she couldn't remember the name, she could recall [i]Trashykuma[/i] mocking him through a poem. Impressed, Krista stepped forward, her left hand clutching the case strap tightly and the other outstretched in front of her.

[color=6c9b8f]"It's nice to meet you! I'm Krista Müller!"[/color] Krista gave him her signature lopsided grin. There was no point worrying too much, surely there is absolutely [i]nothing[/i] to worry about.[/indent][/indent]