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Scratch class off the list. At this point, she might not even have time for a proper dinner. Suppressing the sigh that her more ‘human’ side would have released, Amaryllis glanced once more at Aurora’s breathing, [i]living[/i] form amongst the other individuals that remained unconscious still, before nodding at Hunter Rina’s assessment. One vanguard, one backline. The knight tapped the tip of her shoe against the pavement, shaking off invisible dust, before walking off.

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They climbed atop skyscrapers, dipped into sewers, ventured through dingy hotels, broke up a gambling den, and finally, the sun falling behind them, the duo found themselves before the abandoned school that Amaryllis had taken note of all those days back. This close, there certainly was a sense of menace about the place, but more noticeable was impact marks and craters that marked the pavement. A fight? Monster slaying? Territorial dispute? Or just a warning for others who may approach? She clicked her tongue, the Sword thrumming in a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Not fear, but a healthy dose of paranoia in case she was walking into a kill zone.

So she sped up, just slightly, each step covering the length of five as the fencer bounded over, not bothering to look back to confirm if Rina was in her sniping position. Stepping into the barren entrance way, Amaryllis took one deep breath and wrinkled her nose. Hamburgers. Oily, greasy, and not all that tasty. Even maidens of perpetual darkness were still just hobos living off junk food, huh? That brought a smirk to her face at least, remembering how utterly unpalatable the meals her own backpack provided, but amusement was soon replaced by concern. What if this was just a group of real, school squatting punks, choking down hamburgers they bought by collecting aluminum cans?

Ah, what a painnnnnn.

Clearing her throat, Amaryllis called out to the nothings that hid in the shadows and the corners of her mind, [color=778899]“Good evening, fellow fatebound! If this be thine territory, then I shall wait at the threshold to be properly received, but if the master of this land is ‘silence’, then I must trespass. Please, excuse my intrusion upon this dead land.”[/color]

Ew. Even she thought that one was a bit weak.
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