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[color=FFC6C6]Word Count: 956 (+2 exp)
[u]Level[/u]: [b]4[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 26/40
[b]Location[/b]: Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon: Museum of Vanity[/color]
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[color=2E2C2C]D34C25[/color][/center]Though she neither preened or blushed at Panther's compliments, Primrose did wear a smile on her face beneath the dark veil. Even though she and Panther were from completely separate worlds and many times she'd been confused at the blonde's expressions ([i]looking... corn-y...?[/i]), in the end Panther was no different from a regular girl. It was nice to just spend time with her, refreshing even. Although, Primrose was sure that beneath their exteriors, that same could be said for the rest of the people in the Yellow Team as well. That inside they were just the same as a normal human. Well... most of them at least.

It was the mention that Primrose reminded her of a big sister that got the most reaction out of the dancer. Her smile softened, and she spent a long time chewing on her own dumpling before she said anything back to the girl. 

[color=D34C25]"Thank you,"[/color] her voice was quiet and affectionate, [color=D34C25]"I would be glad if you never had to use that type of trick, but I am happy to teach it all the same. It is much safer than trial and error on your own. And..."[/color]

She paused, glancing at Panther from the corner of her eye. A sibling... Primrose couldn't say she know what having one felt like. She had little frame of reference for it either, only Ophilia - and the cleric had her own familial problems going on there. However, if having a younger sibling meant you taught them things and felt protective of them, then she supposed she felt the same way Panther did, even though they'd really known each other for such a short amount of time. 

[color=D34C25]"...well, spending time with you is pleasant."[/color] She finished with a casual shrug. [i]Ah Primrose, you are such a soft heart.[/i] As much as she tried to keep a stoic appearance, as hollow as she sometimes felt when her grief flooded her mind at full force, she probably would never lose the soft spot she had for kids, especially young women.

The rest of their exploration was peaceful and enjoyable. They finished their free food and walked around the Southern end of the city, chatting. At some point Panther caught sight of something familiar to her, which surprisingly turned out to be the museum that stall tender had mentioned. Another friend might be found there, she'd said. Not Alibaba's other self, but a new one. Perhaps another Shadow...? Well, questions could come later. Primrose nodded. [color=D34C25]"Another 'Fox?'"[/color] she couldn't help but comment, purposefully ignoring the slip of what she assumed was this person's real name. It wasn't the first time she'd heard mention of the Thieve's true names, but if they wanted to keep them concealed then Primrose would oblige. 

She followed Panther through the alleys until she made contact with the others, and from there they arrived at the museum. 

[i]Vanity is right...[/i] The structure stuck out like a sore thumb among it's neighbors, completely at odds with the aesthetic of Al Mamoon. Panther took the time to explain it's origins as they approached. Primrose scoffed, making her feelings about such a man known aloud. [color=D34C25]"I will keep that in mind."[/color]

Since the front entrance was blocked, with some help from her Striker the two women made into the museum another way. The sudden sandstorm that formed helped to mask their actions, though it died out soon after Hippowdon returned to it's dormant state. They found the other Phantom Thieves soon enough - and yet another new face. No man in a golden robe yet. Primrose nodded a greeting to the Thieves and looked over the stranger with them. A human woman, maybe a couple of years older than her. Pretty red hair, and the kind of clothes the dancer had come to associate with "future humans." The kind like the masked teenagers beside them, with foreign technology. She had something like that in her hand, after all. She assessed 'Jesse' while Skull and Panther had their cute, awkward little moment. It was with good reason that the reunion was cut a little short, Joker launching right into a briefing. 

[color=D34C25]"Primrose,"[/color] she said to Jesse. A brief acknowledgment and introduction, accompanied by an amused smile when Joker mentioned 'beating the curse' out of the woman. Very direct, though just from a cursory look it didn't seem like Jesse was the type to be scared off from something like that. Primrose also noted that it was the second time today someone called her 'Prim.' It wasn't so jarring to hear the second time. Still, no one had called her that nickname since Yusufa, and it brought a weird muddled feeling to the dancer's heart. Overpowering that feeling though was a want to free another friend, and so she stepped towards the Thieves.

[color=D34C25]"I am a little worried about this situation with the city's two factions, and what might be deeper inside this place."[/color] Maybe it was just filled with monsters like the pyramid was, which would be dangerous on it's own - but for all they knew maybe the Resistance had taken up residence inside and wouldn't take so kindly to the group stumbling upon their hideout. They'd have to fill the Thieves in on anything they'd missed as well, regarding that whole conflict. She glanced at Necronomicon, who seemed confident enough that she could keep the criminal constrained there, and at Jesse before she spoke again.

[color=D34C25]"I will provide support if you will have me,"[/color] she said. She drew the mask she'd picked up at the market out of her bag, and it's matching accessory. She clipped the watch to her skirt and donned the mask. [color=D34C25]"Who knew a chance to test this out would come so soon."[/color]