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[color=black]Level:[/color] 5
[color=white]Experience:[/color] 23/50
[color=black]Currently In:[/color] The Under, City of Tears
[color=white]Word Count:[/color] 381 (+1 Exp) [i][b]Level Up![/b][/i]
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[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/546056784335470616/1070057589225832529/latest.gif][b]Hack Away[/b][/url]: Attacks 3 times, hitting random foes. Best used as a combo finisher.
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 Door trouble aside, the ill seekers soon discarded the tainted red and sickening pink for a serene and calming blue. The rainfall would've been refreshing if Omori wasn't so sick. And he doubted the blood would wash off his clothes that easily. He had idly followed everyone else to the boat, trying not to let himself succumb this ailment. And yet, he still quietly held Mewo in his arms like a young child with their teddy bear. The boy simply retreated to his thoughts the whole ride through. A selfish part of him wished his dear sister was there with him, for him, for comfort. But at the same time...

 No, he wouldn't allow Mari to go through [i]THAT[/i] hellish labyrinth. Never.

 The Knight meanwhile seemed to become eager when they were close to the city center. This place. It knew this place! But it was livelier than it had ever been when it first arrived! A glimpse of what the City of Tears used to be before [i]her[/i]. When their boat was docked, the little bug hurried up the steps and to the plaza. If this was the same city, then the fountain should be-

 ...What?

 That...wasn't its sibling...

 Omori had followed everyone off the boat and to Cornifer, more than willing to let them do the talking instead of him. His skin felt itchy, his jaw hurt, and he felt like if he tried to talk he'd subject himself into another coughing fit. Luckily, the mapmaker directed them to somewhere they can recover at, along with other places of interest. Though as the boy noticed the Knight was dead still, staring at the fountain's statue, something caught his ear.

 The ill-tempered Consul P.

 That statue wouldn't happened to be of him, would it? He didn't know, and it'd hurt his brain if he mulled over it right now. One of the locals; a human, surprisingly, offered to lead the sick seekers to the Sanitarium. At that, Omori tried to speak. [b][color=gray]"Plea-"[/color][/b] He quickly held a fist to his mouth to stiffle the second coughing fit since It Lives. Freaking called it. The black cat in his arms looked at Ichiban, meowing in response as if she was answering for the poor kid.

 Yeah, might wanna get this settled first.