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[Color=#67a4e0]Level:[/color] 3
[Color=#e607f8]Experience:[/color] 1/30
[Color=#e607f8]Currently In:[/color] Frozen Highlands, Dragonspine Foothills
[Color=#67a4e0]Word Count:[/color] 456 (+1 Exp)
[i][color=skyblue]Albedo[/color] [@Lugubrious], [color=f7976a]Prisoner[/color] [@XoXKieroBombXoX][/i]

 As Albedo set out a plan, Frisk mainly focused on getting warmed up again before they headed out. Of course they did their best to listen close. Looks like Linkle's staying behind with Joel. Despite hesitance from the others, at least there'd be someone strong to protect him. The Skullgirl might need a break anyways, if nothing happens. Frisk quietly wished them good luck in that regard.

 The Alchemist then addressed Melony, reassuring her that they'll be looking out for her Pokemon, despite not knowing what they look like. With that the woman took a moment to describe them, a moment the child listened more closely. They'd take whatever info they could if it meant a better chance at finding the Pokemon. And to better those odds, Melony was convinced to join them on their search. Despite Teba's objection to leaving the boy in Linkle's care, he begrudgingly agreed to it, though not without a warning to the skullgirl. Kind of unnecessary, but they understood where the avian archer was coming from.

 And with Prisoner joining the team as well, they were ready to head out.

 ...

 The familiar glow of a golden star. Frisk subtlely saved their progress, just in case they needed to head back in a hurry.

 The rescue team, through more grim trees and slim trails, old ruins and what was possibly a rickety bridge of similiar age, eventually came across another campsite. Site four, if Teba was refering to that, left abandoned. Frisk followed behind Albedo as he searched through the snow, assisting in the search. Maybe if the cliffside Teba flew up to wasn't steep, they could try and climb it themself. 

 [color=67a4e0]"Hm?"[/color] The Alchemist did find something of note. No pun intended, it looked like a journal entry. Possibly Joserf's? When he had passed it to Frisk, they read it out loud for everyone else to hear. 

 Before they could offer any theories [s]or lack there of[/s] however, trouble finally caught up to them in the form of [i]hostile[/i] undead. Frisk's soul, like clockwork, appeared as is eager for battle. But this time, they won't have to rely on their agility alone. They looked over their shoulder to Melony.

 [color=67a4e0]"Might wanna stay back, Ma'am!"[/color] They told her, their soul turing green in an instant. Somehow, they felt more confident this fight. As if they were inspired by the kindness of their allies. In a bold move, the youth charged at an approaching Draugr to bash against it with their shield, then [i]swung[/i] Vorpan at it's head. Frisk's intent stayed the same; providing support to the other fighters. 

 And like heck they're letting any of those freakshows lay a hand on Melony. Not when she's without any means of protecting herself!

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[color=black]Level:[/color] 1
[color=white]Experience:[/color] 1/10
[color=black]Currently In:[/color] Deep Blue Seaside, Limsa Lominscuttle Town
[color=white]Word Count:[/color] 380 (+1 Exp)

 There could have been many way he'd react to the sudden change in location. Confusion, fear, concern. But if he did feel any of those, Omori didn't exactly show it. He couldn't help but wonder. What happened back there, before he was ripped out of Headspace completely. Was that just a dream? A nightmare? Well, whatever it was, atleast he didn't have to worry about it now. 

 Still, where did his friends go? The rest of them? He felt a bit...weaker for some reason too. Nothing too concerning. For now the boy would have to figure out just where [i]here[/i] is. Relocating his trusty knife and a journal, Omori set off to explore.

 So far, not a familiar face had been found yet. Not even his sister. Hopefully she was okay. There was a bunch of new enemies that he faced in his travels, some a league above sprout moles or doomboxes. He couldn't let them defeat him easily. But eventually, the boy would have to get some new equipment. Especially some healing stuff. Whatever he had on him last apparently vanished. Luckily Omori stumbled upon a town he could stay in for awhile.

 So when the Argentum Trade Guild payed a visit to Limsa's harbor, he felt like checking it out too. He could surmise that the giant ship housed a shop or two, but the monochrome boy would just be window shopping on his end.

...

..

 Turns out, he was only [i]somewhat[/i] right. This place was huge! Omori found himself wandering around the compact city, a faint expression of awe on his face. He quietly bobed and weaved around any people that passed by him, sometimes stopping to look around. Man, he wished he still had some clams on him. ...Did they even take clams as currency? Maybe not. It was still nice to take in his surroundings. He eventually made his way to the Bazaar. The shopkeepers, whatever they were, were kinda cute. Rotund, but shrewd. There was one booth that seemed jam-packed with people from where he stood.

 ...Nah, best not to get roped into that. He'd get squished in one wrong move.

 For now, Omori stopped by the bookstore. Maybe once he can come back with some money, he could buy some gifts for his friends.