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[Color=#67a4e0]Level:[/color] 3
[Color=#e607f8]Experience:[/color] 7/30
[Color=#e607f8]Currently In:[/color] Frozen Highlands, Dragonspine
[Color=#67a4e0]Word Count:[/color] 242 (+1 Exp)
[i][color=royalblue]"Albedo"[/color] [@Lugubrious], [color=f7976a]Prisoner[/color] [@XoXKieroBombXoX][/i][/center]

 It couldn't be.

 Frisk had her reservations about Albedo's feigned innocence, sure, but there were too many variables to confirm anything. Besides that, she [i]wanted[/i] to trust him. Linkle did. Prisoner, though unintentionally drawing the alchemist's ire a few times, did too. Maybe they didn't know better either. She certainly didn't. She didn't think much of his actions, like blocking the entrance out or unwillingly letting himself get cornered like she did.

 Because he was her friend.

 ...

 [i]Right?[/i]

 Frisk could only react fast enough. Her soul sensed danger before she could. Holding her Spheal close to her as possible with the intent to take any hits that would finish it off, she quickly spun around to see-

 [color=67a4e0][i]"Prisoner!"[/i][/color]

 By some misfortune, she was right to suspect Albedo. Not matter how much she wanted to be wrong.

 By some fortune, Prisoner was quick enough to intercept him before he could finish the assassination attempt. With her headless friend holding the rogue alchemist off, Frisk quickly grabbed her bow and arrows to try and attack from afar. She might be more comfortable with a firearm, but she has to try! But quicker than she could aim without risk of friendly fire, Albedo dissapeared.

 Until they looked up.

 [color=67a4e0][i]"RUN!!"[/i][/color] With no other way to go, the remaining trio had to sprint away from the collapsing icicles and jump down to the top floor, Frisk landing with a roll to protect the pokemon in her arms.