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[center][color=00a99d][b]Level:[/b][/color] 2
[color=00a99d][b]Day/Time:[/b][/color] Day Two, Afternoon
[color=00a99d][b]Location:[/b][/color] 5th Floor of the Butter Building
[color=00a99d][b]Tag:[/b][/color] [@Guardian Angel Haruki][@Zarkun][@Leaves][@Etherean Fire]
[color=00a99d][b]Word Count:[/b][/color] 397[/center]

Cloud was definitely pleased to have Banjo and Kazooie along. If he or Alicia couldn’t protect Frisk and keep them safe, then he knew BK would. When they were all ready, he prepared to traverse the fifth floor with his new comrades. The next chamber was unsettling. It was dark and there were figures shuffling about within and talking in strange accents. One sounded inept, while the other sounded like the brains between the two—he took note of that. When the lights flashed on, revealing the circus-like interior, Cloud’s blonde brows rose in surprise at the size of the Poppy Bro Seniors. They were much larger than the Juniors. While they still seemed about average human size 5 foot 5 inches, they were still much larger than the usual habitants of Dreamland. They seemed to constantly hop left to right, maintaining a steady pace like a pendulum. As they made several [i]explosive[/i] references, Cloud was able to easily suspect what their specialty was.

The swordsman’s hand was already reaching behind his head when Frisk turned around and started whispering a plan to the team. She wanted to talk her way through. The strategy made Cloud cringe on the inside. She was insane. If they had bombs, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to protect her or even himself. His mako-green eyes darted about the room. There was no form of cover. He would have to rely solely on his sword or maybe he could stop the bombs with an Ice spell.

[color=00a99d][b]“I’ll keep an ice spell ready,”[/b][/color] Cloud replied.

Frisk did something strange. He watched what might have been their heart flip upside down. He didn’t get it, and it gave him the chills. They were so weird. So Frisk had a trick up their sleeve for the bombs. Cloud only hoped that he was fast enough to be able to catch and quickly lob the bombs back. Could the lawyer even do that? Cloud glanced over to Phoenix, wondering how the man was doing. He still seemed nervous even after his explanation.

[color=00a99d][i]This guy better not get anyone killed[/i][/color], Cloud mused. Frisk’s plan was apparently to tell painfully awful jokes. The ex-SOLDIER bore his teeth as though an emotional knife were slashing at his soul. [color=00a99d][i]If I were them, I would probably throw bombs at us to make them stop with the jokes.[/i][/color]