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[color=FFC6C6]Word Count: 751 (+2 exp)
[u]Level[/u]: [b]4[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 30/40
[b]Location[/b]: Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon: Museum of Vanity[/color]
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[color=2E2C2C]D34C25[/color][/center]Primrose was surprised at the easy acceptance from the spirit. More than acceptance even, it seemed to push for a bond and in no time it's wish was granted, becoming the dancer's second Striker. She learned it's name and that it was not a dog per se, but a wolf. [i]Noble creature indeed.[/i] She smiled softly, though the expression faded when her gaze flickered to Joker.

[i]A more surefire way?[/i] She thought, her eyes then drifting over to Mona. It clicked after a moment that they must mean the vehicle he could turn into. Primrose nodded. Though it would be immediately suspicious if any of the guards caught sight of the Mona-mobile, hopefully it would be small and quick enough to avoid detection. Though she could feel the Makami's eagerness, it would have to wait. Primrose would much rather everyone stay together than go off alone at this point. [i]Another time,[/i] she promised it.

With everyone else she boarded the car. Looking out of the windows was routine by now, but the view was completely strange. Being so small was certainly a unique experience. She wondered who would appreciate this story most between her Orsteran companions. She didn't ponder for long, before she knew it they were through the door, resized and moving on.

Once they reached the next floor, Joker had looked inside and reported some troubling news. A cursed gallery. Primrose's face tightened subtly, imagining the worst kind of things that could befall them with the a strong curse. Going right through without looking at anything probably wouldn't be difficult for her, so she nodded at the boy's plan and rushed right in along with the others. A single guard, which would make for a single monster stood in their way. 

Primrose prepared to brandish her magic as soon as it's true form was revealed, but it's ghastly appearance on the scene chilled her blood. She was frozen to the spot until it roared, and then plunged into darkness the dancer knew if she didn't run she'd be dead. So she ran, overtaken by dreadful fright she didn't even know where she'd gone to within the room until after a few moments she seemed to regain her senses.

She found herself crouched and shaking behind a statue's pedestal, eyes wide and staring at the ground. Carefully she roused herself, slowly placing her knees and palms on the gallery's tile floor and crawling forward. She breathed in, breathed out, and repeated. That thing... what was it? It couldn't have been a normal monster, more like a demon ripped straight from the pages of some accursed tome. But Primrose had faced her fair share of evils, she could overcome whatever terrifying spell had come over her. She peeked around the marble base she'd taken cover behind, taking in what she could of Jesse's battle with the thing. Right now while the abomination was focused on her would be the best time for Primrose to put her supporting skills to use.

As quietly as possible she stood, forcing her wobbly legs to hold her weight. She backed away from her cover until she had enough room to move, and then she danced.

Primrose twisted and dipped, her outfit moving with her as she performed. She didn't know what that monster was capable of, but from the brief glances she'd had during the flashes of light from Jesse's gun it looked bulky. She could only judge that it would attack with it's body, and so Primrose ended her dance with a low spin and a quiet utterance of [color=D34C25][i]"The mole dance,"[/i][/color] granting Jesse a boost to her defense. 

Next, she heeded the Director's earlier words and produced light in the form of the fire orb. She willed the flames into existence with a wave of her hand, lighting up more and more of the area as it grew larger. 

If she threw it, it might set the whole cursed gallery aflame. Actually that didn't sound like such a horrible idea, if it could be contained to just this room. Still, she would need a clear shot at the Shambler or else Jesse would be caught in the orb's explosion. Primrose couldn't see the Phantom Thieves, just she knew they could see her just fine and would know to stay out of the way if the orb went sailing. Until then she let it glow and shed light on the area, planting her feet and preparing to let it fly with the right opening.