[center][abbr=Primrose][img]https://i.imgur.com/4DgO1VH.png[/img][/abbr]
[color=FFC6C6][b]Location[/b]: The Under - Ash Lake[/color][/center]
Hearing the Koopas' perspective on both Consul F and the timeline discrepancy was interesting but ultimately it didn't lead to any answers either, as Teemo pointed out after Asgore's promise. Once the Seekers said their goodbyes to Asgore and left his abode, they quickly found the pipe he'd indicated. During their brief search, Barnabee mused on the old king's circumstances. While some didn't think that Asgore would have resorted to violence, Primrose was of the opposite mind. Even if he had nothing else, Asgore still seemed to have his convictions. As it were, they didn't need to worry about hypotheticals. A quick and slightly unnerving trip through the warp pipe after Barnabee and Rubick dumped Primrose into the Home of Tears, where they would worry about the future.

The dancer pulled all six foot three of herself out of the water and sat on the basin's edge. She was jealous of Rubick's quick thinking to avoid being dunked, but only a little - with the "rain" from the lake above them it would only have been a matter or time before they were soaked either way. At least she didn't have to worry about a wet fur coat like poor Teemo.

Once everyone was together on the other side of the pipe, Rika and Bowser Jr. went ahead to ask about their missing comrades while the rest of the group followed behind. At that point Rubick asked for more information about the Consuls. Though his question was directed at the Koopas, Primrose chimed in with a comment. [color=D34C25]"There isn't much information to tell as far as I am aware... perhaps if we can catch that Consul here in the city we can do a little interrogation."[/color]

Of course, that would have to wait. Rika and Junior returned with a cheeky message left with the city's guard by Ms. Fortune directing those she knew to her hotel. Turning in for the night sounded like a good idea, so to the Habbo Hotel they went. After booking a room to herself and drying off as much as possible, Primrose turned in to bed.

[center][abbr=Octopath Travelers][img]https://i.ibb.co/88KWNj5/OTbanner.png[/img][/abbr]
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[color=FFC6C6][u]Level[/u]: [b]8[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 117/80[/color] [color=2e2c2c]------[/color] [color=BC8DBF][u]Level[/u]: [b]6[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 57/60[/color]
[color=gray]𝙱𝙿[/color] [color=gold]●[/color][color=gray]●●●●[/color] [color=2e2c2c]----------------------------[/color] [color=gray]𝙱𝙿[/color] [color=gold]●[/color][color=gray]●●●●[/color]
[color=lightgray]Word Count: 1369 (+3 exp)
[b]Location[/b]: The Under - Home of Tears[/color][/center]
The next morning, after a shower and some breakfast, Primrose was feeling ready for another day. Before heading downstairs, she wanted to do something about the stench of the egg she was carrying. She rummaged through the room's small kitchenette area, finding a jar that would probably hold it. It was clear like glass, not quite flimsy but certainly not as solid as glass either - some other material she wasn't familiar with, but it would do.

[i]I wish I had thought of this last night,[/i] she thought with a sigh, sealing the rancid egg into the jar and washing out her emptied bag and the robe she'd wrapped it in. Hopefully the smell wouldn't linger too long. A small conjured flame helped with the drying process. 

Along with her things, a couple of spirits Primrose picked up yesterday glowed faintly at her. Unlike the Koopa Troop, who'd she'd witnessed gathering up each and every little spirit they could, she'd only taken the two from the Ancestral Mound. Before wrapping the jar back up in cloth, she took the Bluggsac spirit and crushed it in her hand. 

[center][hider=Item Acquired][b]Bile Bomb[/b]
A vial of noxious yellow liquid. It's sturdily built enough to not be easily broken by accident. When thrown and broken, its putrid, malodorous liquid is freed. It's extremely unpleasant and tends to induce potent nausea in most living things, but may attract certain unwholesome wretches to whom such foulness is finest perfume.[/hider][/center]
Well it wasn't a second egg. Primrose could take a guess at what the potion was, so she refrained from opening it, just tucking it away with the now-bound jar and the rest of her things. As for the remaining spirit, she considered turning it into a striker. It's defense was very strong, and it would make a good summoned shield in a pinch, but... even if logical, she didn't like the idea of hiding behind someone or something else. Discarding the idea entirely, she decided to crush this spirit as well.

[center][hider=Item Acquired][b][url=https://i.imgur.com/0I58agB.png]Baldur Shell[/url][/b]
A badge that bestows the ironclad fortitude of the Elder Baldur. When in the process of casting or charging a spell, the wearer is protected by a ghostly carapace that prevents damage and knockback from most attacks, although strong enough ones can overpower it. This protection can only happen four times before the badge breaks, although it will repair itself if the wearer takes a rest.[/hider][/center]
With a new accessory pinned to her skirt and everything else settled, she made her way to the lobby. It was good fortune that they'd found Miss Fortune's message last night, giving the group the peace of mind that their fellow Seekers had indeed made it to the city - now they'd just share information and plan their next course of action. The area was lively with hotel guests, but not many Seekers just yet, save a familiar man in a dark cloak who would have been hard to spot if not for the colorful, still dripping [url=https://i.ibb.co/93xsnnq/Dead-rising-Parasol-Dead-Rising-2.png]umbrella[/url] propped up against his chosen seat.

Therion lounged in a corner of the lobby with both of his feet propped up on a small table in front of him where a couple of apple cores sat. His brow was furrowed, watching a frizzy headed man in a red suit stuff a bunch of food into his clothes, but when Primrose approached him his gaze flickered over to her. The dancer hadn't physically changed while they'd been apart, as as for the thief - he didn't look all that much different himself. The most noticeable thing being a tiny pair of horns on his head. At Primrose's curious look he raised a hand to flick them, showing they were fakes.

[center][hider=For Therion][b][url=https://i.imgur.com/vNi2bBH.png]Loki's Horns[/url][/b]
A horned headband that isn't auto-equipped (not to mention permanently equipped) if touched like other Binding of Isaac items. When the wearer shoots/throws/otherwise used a projectile, there is a 25% base chance that three copies of that projectile fly out in different directions, those being 90% to the left and right of the original direction, and the opposite of the original direction.

Spirit absorbed:
[b][url=https://i.imgur.com/MXN6Djs.png]Ammomancer[/url][/b]
The host is a bit shorter and paler, with a slightly larger and rounder head, as well as redder eyes. No modification to the host's pre-existing black robes. The host's personality is a bit more prone to bursts of madness. This spirit confers the Power [b]Shellomancy[/b], which allows the host to summon a [url=https://enterthegungeon.fandom.com/wiki/Shelleton]Shelleton[/url] if given a few seconds to channel. These Shelletons can fire off wide waves of slow bullets or a sweeping red eye beam, dealing respectable damage. This spirit also confers the Weakness [b]Bonkers[/b]. If the host summons three Shelletons in a single encounter, he will then go nuts and mindlessly try to rush down and melee attack any available targets. If staggered by enough damage however, either from enemies or allies, he will regain his senses.[/hider][/center]
Primrose took the seat next to him, crossing one of her long legs over the other. Therion yawned, stretched, and then indicated the penguin clerk at the lobby's front desk whom he'd overheard deliver a message to each Seeker he'd seen come and go already.

[color=BC8DBF]"Fortune left a note about meeting here, nine o'clock,"[/color] he informed Primrose. [color=BC8DBF]"Shouldn't be much longer now."[/color]

[color=D34C25]"I see. Seems you've been out and about already?"[/color]

[color=BC8DBF]"Sold some stuff, made some coin. Was hoping for a break in the rain but it hasn't stopped since we got here."[/color]

That would be because of the lake right above the city and the water leaking down through the earth, but Primrose kept that to herself. It would come up anyway once everyone was together. 

[color=BC8DBF]"Surprised you used your full name."[/color]

Primrose glanced at Therion, and he nodded his head towards the clerk again. Ah, right - yesterday when they were reserving rooms, they were asking for the guests' names. She sighed and tipped her head back. [color=D34C25]"It's fine. It doesn't mean anything here,"[/color] she said. Here, she wasn't a nobleman's daughter turned vengeful murderer - she was a dancer out to save the world. Her lips quirked up in a small smile and she turned to Therion again. [color=D34C25]"I'm curious to know what name you put down."[/color]

[color=BC8DBF]"Don't worry about it,"[/color] he grumbled, looking away. He wasn't the only traveler in their eight man group back in Orsterra that didn't have a surname, sharing that little fact with H'aanit, and he could probably have gotten away with explaining that to the clerk and checking in anyway. Instead, he'd given the first surname that crossed his mind, which happened to be of the same friend that he'd been thinking about at the sanitarium. He didn't particularly want to be ribbed by Primrose about it, so thankfully she just laughed and dropped the subject. 

Moving on, she nodded her head towards the man Therion had been observing earlier stealing food at the breakfast bar. [color=D34C25]"Not quite on your level, is he?"[/color]

Therion scoffed and rolled his eye. [color=BC8DBF]"No kidding."[/color] Honestly he was surprised to see Ichiban here at all. Was it coincidence, or did Omori tell him about the Seekers after he'd split up from them yesterday? [color=BC8DBF]"That guy showed us to a hospital yesterday, dunno what he's doing here now though."[/color]

[color=D34C25]"Another new addition to the—"[/color] [color=BC8DBF]"No,"[/color] [color=D34C25]"—team? We picked up—"[/color] [color=BC8DBF]"he's not."[/color] [color=D34C25]"— a couple yesterday as well."[/color]

Despite the thief's protests, Primrose called over to Ichiban. At that point, the Seekers were filtering back into the lobby to regroup so it wouldn't just be Therion who was familiar to him. When the hour came, the Under team was reassembled with a few new faces. News was reported, stories told, and there was a grand total of three mask fragments between them all with more to go. Primrose told the other half of their group her suggestion about seeking out and dealing with the city's Consul as soon as possible, while Therion vaguely mentioned the great stash of items in the sewer below. Nadia let them all know about the letter left for them overnight. A mysterious meeting request like that could turn out to be useful.