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[sub][@Sho Minazuki][@Lonewolf685][@Scathach][/sub][/center]
Moments before Otis left, he turned his head around one hundred and eighty degrees to address Lorelai and Tsurara sequentially. [color=f7941d][b]“Ok. Lilies don’t come in packs.”[/b][/color]

And before much else could be said, he had shot off again, perfectly at home with the sprawling roads and densely-packed storefronts of Arcture. It had been a couple years since he’s seen the city, but not much has changed. Magical advertisements still flooded the senses, while contraptions that followed no scientific laws propelled the residents of the city through cobble-stone streets. Overhead, Otis caught the familiar silhouette of someone annoying, but brushed off any of his thoughts regarding the ninja as he entered the guild properly.

The process, thankfully, was painless.

His curiosity however, could not be ignored.

[color=f7941d][b]“The team at the island?”[/b][/color] Otis’s eyes shone with a feverish light. [color=f7941d][b]“I’ve produced an artifact similar to this before, though more for divining locations than for enabling indirect identification verification. Which island? Which team?”[/b][/color]

It was clear that the Strigidae had no intention of moving once he received his answer, but once he did, he had no intention of lingering either. The Tournament of the Long Hall had been another event he was curious in, an opportunity to perform field tests on a variety of different opponents in a safe environment, while also showcasing his creations to a wider audience. Approaching and reading through the entirety of the information board in three seconds flat, Otis considered his odds, considered his competition, and pulled out his gun. There were adjustments to be made. There were actions to be taken. And most importantly?

[color=f7941d][b]“Registration finished, Lorelai?”[/b][/color]

He needed to rank up if he wanted access to the good stuff.

[color=f7941d][b]“Let’s hunt.”[/b][/color]