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[color=black]Level:[/color] 2
[color=white]Experience:[/color] 1/20
[color=black]Currently In:[/color] Smash City Alcamoth
[color=white]Word Count:[/color] 603 (+1 Exp)
[s][i]I'll get mentions set up next time.[/i][/s]
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With an unanimous vote, the gathered party hopped onto the platform for a long trip upwards. It was...surprisingly stable. Omori could wander around without the risk of getting thrown off his feet. Though the nice view he found himself staring at was soon blocked by the elevator shaft and some...

 Okay, the music was a bit too intense for something as simple as an elevator. Did this used to be an arena? Atleast the others were feeling amped up. To the point where Nadia had the idea of training while they waited. She especially wanted to see how he faired in battle. Well, if it's going to be 1v1, he might as well. Omori walked up to face one of the summoned Copycats, and drew his trusty blade.

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 A few minor bruises, but nothing that wouldn't heal on it's own. Omori decided to practice at a steady pace, sometimes looking over to the real Nadia to see if he needed to slow down some. By his movements and how he held himself, it was clear he had some prior experience in fights. But something to note was when he used Sad Poem. The silhouette of a blue book appeared in front of him, flipping through a few of it's own pages. Was it a spell? Whatever it was, it seemed to make him [color=dodgerblue]sad[/color], his gaze turning downcast. He took less damage, but his actions were slower than when he felt neutral.

 Time passed, and the group finally reached their destination. When their practice battle ended, Omori took a deep breath, and like the flip of a switch he returned to his usual indifference. Despite being in what's essentially pyjamas, the cold didn't seem to affect him. He glanced around, pocketing his weapon, and followed the rest to the edge of the summit.

 Woah.

 To think, if Omori didn't conquer his fear of heights, he wouldn't be able to see views like this. So this is where he ended up. He couldn't see the small planet that made up Otherworld, but...

 The youth took a seat at the ledge, letting his legs dangle off to the side. The curious gleam in his eye had returned. The flash of lightning and the roar of thunder only meant a storm was drawing near. And soon, he felt a drop of rain land on his head like an arrow hitting a bullseye. Another landed on his shoulder, another on his back earning a faint shiver from it's target. But he didn't mind in the slightest. Yeah. This was nice.

 ...

 Okay, now he was just getting drenched. With the moment of peace ruined, Omori hurried back to the lift behind Nadia and Hatty. Not only did it take less time to go back down, but they managed to dry off a good bit. Hatty ran on ahead of them a few steps once they landed, as if trying to figure out where they could go next. Right, there wasn't any word from the other team yet. Unfortunately, it looked like the smaller kid wasn't going to stay with them for the long run. He waved goodbye to Hatty with a smile, and watched as she left.

 [b][color=dcdcdc]"...Good luck."[/color][/b]

 Though that wouldn't be the end of introductions it seems. An angel, Pit, approached the remaining group to say hello. A ray of sunshine in contrast to Omori's gloom. Then again, that comparison can apply to any of his other friends. [b][color=dcdcdc]"Omori."[/color][/b] He spoke up again, lifting a hand up slightly. [b][color=dcdcdc]"Anywhere else we can kill time at?"[/color][/b] He asked next, though the question could be concidered in general.