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[color=#E82222][center][u][h2]Tristan[/h2][/u][/center][/color]

Following a couple feet ahead of the rest of the group going to the beast resort, preferable over causing fits of anxiety by having the puppets lurking behind them. Tristan strolling with hands in his pockets, keeping the two entities at bay. He was noticing more technical anomalies the closer they came, static glitches among the ground and sky that always blinked in and out of existence, vanishing in the corners of his eye. He had to question if he was even really seeing them, stopping to look behind at the others to gauge how much they were experiencing these same oddities. 

“I’ll head in first, and I’ll give the signal if it’s safe to enter.” Tristan explained, his exuberant tone sounding like he was willing to carry the possibility of danger and sacrifice himself for the group. Feeling he’d be carrying the weight of the shadows cast, an underlying atmosphere that was antithetical to a typical vacation spot. Assuming they would keep their distance until he made certain that they’d all be safe. He ran up and through the automatic sliding doors swinging open fast enough that he didn’t need to slow his stride into the entrance.

The lobby seemed abandoned of life and completely dim. Tristan put both puppet back on his hands and pulled them out. [I]“Three heads are better than one…”[/i]

He quickly scanned the room, left to right. Normal assortments of furniture, abstract paintings and fake looking plants inside pottery, with darkened hallways heading further into the building. Angi staring up at the ceiling, and Luci merely peering forward then breaking the eerie silence.

“What’s those on the table?” Luci’s voice asked, getting Tristan and Angi’s head to turn forward. He approached the counter, having Angi grab a small device from the corner. It red and black, with a few buttons and blank screen that felt weighty for looking like a plastic toy. He peered at it, while Angi continuously fiddled with the buttons.

“How do I win?” Angi inquired, glancing up at Tristan. He merely gave a shrug of his shoulders, uttering to himself. “Well, the coast is clear...better let them know.” 

“Shouldn’t you at least check the hallway first? There might be a big scawy mousey that could tear that little boy’s face off.” Luci quipped. Tristan shushed it, but acknowledged the point by wandering deeper into the hallway. There was a bunch of elevators with ‘Out of Order’ messages plastered on everyone of them, putting the puppets and the device into his pockets. Hearing a unfamiliar feminine voice saying ‘Hello?’ from the entrance, not surprised after making the mental note that there were a certain number of digivices lining the countertop, walking up to the girl with a polite smile.

“Hello-I don’t know what’s happening either. I’m Tristan.” He introduces himself, attempting to quickly address the current situation. “There’s four others who found themselves here too...”