[@Zarkun]

[b]"Huh, you've got a good eye. Well, we better find any tracks to follow!"[/b]

There was something strange though. Upon investigation, Jason would realize that the slash marks stopped in this exact location and the webbing onward was much thicker. What was stranger if they were on top of these things, they should have been able to spot at least one of them by now. It was as if they just upped and vanished to his and the rest of the group's confusion. 

[color=f7941d]"The heck? How can they just disappear just like that?"[/color], asked a very puzzled and frustrated Connor. The cowboy's brow was furrowed, not knowing how to piece this all together. 

The Bug Maniac suggested, [b]"Maybe they had already noticed our presence and fled back the path they came?"[/b]

Actually, while their companions were racking their brains for answers, both Slayer and Jason would notice something odd out from the corner of their eyes just at the very top of their peripheral vision. The glint of something, something that Jason would very much recognize; it was the gleam of blades. Jason and Slayer could feel something was watching them from above though Connor and the Maniac did not seem to take any notice. Perhaps, Jason was not entirely correct that they were on top of them. 

Do you look up?

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[@Joshua Tamashii]

-Earlier That Day-

What Amelia had just unceremoniously rushed into was an impressively large, spacious lobby though given the size of the building it should have been no surprise. It would not be fair to call it ostentatious, but it definitely was a celebration of stylish modern architecture and a lot of comfy furniture. That and there was a big fuck off fountain in the middle of the room. Amelia specifically would notice that there also flowers and plants that would most definitely recognize originating from Florasong about as well. 

The staff person, who very much had an arched brow at the sudden appearance of the girl, took the letter and read it to themself mentally. It was then that they actually understood the situation. [b]"I see. You're a bit late, but it shouldn't be a problem. I just need to make a quick call to the boss to let her know you're here."[/b] They handed her letter back and spoke on the phone for a very brief moment. [b]"She'll be right here in a moment. Please, make yourself comfortable."[/b] They motioned to any of the open seats though they soon had to get back to whatever they were doing before so she would have been left alone there.

It was only actually a few minutes until someone approached her; a woman of above average height approaching her mid-twenties with long, straight orange hair, dark green eyes, and freckles. She wore a black pantsuit with the jacket opened to show a white collared shirt underneath. There was an air of confidence, self-respect, and strength surrounding this woman and yet, she gave the pre-teen the gentlest of smiles. She extended her hand for a handshake.

[color=f26522]"You must be Amelia. I'm Evelyn Beck, the Head League Administer."[/color] She did notice that this girl seemed to have pushed herself past her limit. It did not take long to realize that this poor girl sprinted through this big city so she wouldn't miss her opportunity. [color=f26522]"Are you doing okay sweetie? Do you need a glass of water?"[/color]