[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]: 165/80[/color] [color=2e2c2c]------[/color] [color=BC8DBF][u]Level[/u]: [b]6[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 105/60[/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: 1134 (+2 exp)
[b]Location[/b]: The Under[/color][/center]
Neither Primrose nor Therion followed Ms. Fortune out of the tower's window. Instead, they trudged back the way they'd come with most of the other Seekers. At some point Queen Sectonia was summoned away from them, which Primrose took to mean that the Consul was contained and now it was the alien queen's job to use her striker and get some answers. When the other half of their group emerged from the tower with the news that the Consul was dead, it was met with disappointment in varying shades. 

[color=D34C25]"I suppose our plan was too optimistic,"[/color] Primrose mused, her personal feelings on the matter complicated. They'd violently deposed a tyrant and menace, but said tyrant just so happened to be a child. And in doing so, they missed an opportunity to learn more about the Consuls - who they really were, their plans, their motives. Given how tired she was, she nearly missed the portion of coins pushed her way while she thought about P's fate. [color=D34C25]"Oh - thank you."[/color]

It was a hefty amount, certainly enough to draw Therion away from any thoughts he'd had on the matter. After getting his share the thief hovered around Sectonia whom Kamek had said was holding the stash, his feline ears flicking. [color=BC8DBF]"What else did you find?"[/color] he asked, but besides the money most everything else were large (well, currently shrunken) pieces one might expect to see in some rich person's manor. Luxury furniture, ornately framed paintings, and the like. Nothing he wanted to deal with once they were brought back to their normal size.

The Seekers hurried away from Gallo Tower as fast as their fatigued bodies could carry them, wanting for rest. Primrose and Therion were of the same mind when they split off from the group: they wouldn't be staying in the Habbo Hotel again. Primrose let the other Seekers know as much before they left to find other lodgings free from the consequences of P's actions. When they found a new motel they booked rooms next door to each other and tucked in for some much needed sleep.

It was a few hours later when Therion woke up. He'd never needed much shut eye, and more often than not didn't have opportunity to get a full night's rest. Even if it was perpetually dark underground save for the city's lights, his internal clock registered as "day," and so he roused himself up, stretched, and left the room. 

[i]I doubt we'll be back here anytime soon,[/i] he thought to himself. [i]If we get the rest of those mask pieces tonight we'll be killing some monster then crawling out of these tunnels and going back to that base someone mentioned I guess.[/i]

He stood outside of the room Primrose was staying in and knocked on the door. He knew her to be an early riser, but that was under normal circumstances. Lately neither of their lives was anything close to normal. When he heard nothing from behind the door he knocked again. This time a shuffling sound reached his ears and a few moments later the door opened to reveal a dancer.

[color=BC8DBF]"Again?"[/color] Therion asked, unimpressed.

[color=D34C25]"What? I needed to get stronger."[/color]

[center][hider=For Primrose]Notable Spirit Consumed:
[b][url=https://i.imgur.com/cVgakGe.png]Cornelia Arnim (Cleobulus)[/url][/b]
This fusion is in most ways a normalizing return-to-form, reigning in the effects of the others. Primrose is three inches shorter, down to 6'0". She's lost much of the muscle mass gained through her Amazon fusion and is down to merely 'toned'. However, her bust is larger still, large enough to be unwieldy. Her hair is shorter at about the middle of her back, it's no longer tied, and though still voluminous and wavy it is now a gradient of reddish-orange to blonde, with no trace of her original brown. Her cowl is much shorter, and the veil is gone, but her bejeweled hairband remains. Her garb has lost a lot of its metal, both in terms of armor and accessories, and has joined together into a long one-piece, double-side-slit burgundy dress with a deep v-neck and bare shoulders, but a sort of mantle all the way around from the chest around the arms to the back, which has black feathers. Her accessories are a uniform pale gold with no more scales, though the talon-rings remain. Her personality is a lot more vain and self-important, but she's no less thoughtful and kind. This spirit confers the Power [b]Luna Λ[/b], granting her access to potent Dark Magic. The moonlight that she can cast in outward blasts or explosive, tracking moons is not that strong, but it completely ignores magic defense / resistance. This spirit also confers the weakness [b]Tomebreaker[/b], which dramatically increases the accuracy and evasion of fistfighters and similar against the host.[/hider][/center]
Primrose flipped her hair and cowl over her shoulder, quite satisfied with the changes. She'd been honest with herself earlier in that Cornelia's barbs about her looks hadn't gotten to her, but now her appearance was a little closer to what she was used to. Her outfit was more cohesive as well, and she sensed the new addition to her magic repertoire. The latter was most important. If she hadn't fused with the pyromancer days ago she wouldn't have been able to stave off the poison and heal the Seekers, if she hadn't fused with the Rosaria or the Amazon it's possible she wouldn't have been able to recover after taking a direct hit from the Broodmother. The more abilities she had access to, the better. 

[color=BC8DBF]"Whatever."[/color] Therion dismissed the changes and turned to walk down the hall while Primrose adjusted her dress, feather mantle covering most of her cleavage but creating a cheeky window of fabric instead. The dancer closed the door behind her as she moved to follow him.

[color=D34C25]"It's close enough to the time everyone will meet, but now that I'm not quite so tired I realize we never chose a meeting place."[/color] An understandable oversight, considering the exhausting battle they'd had. Most of the Seekers probably stayed at the Habbo Hotel, but there were a few unaccounted for still. Rubick and Omori hadn't gone with them to the tower, so it was possible they were out in the city completely ignorant to what had happened. Ichiban presumably had somewhere else to stay, so who knew where he'd retired to. 

[color=BC8DBF]"Same lobby as this morning's as good a place to check as any."[/color]

[color=D34C25]"Mhm. Shall we?"[/color]

Therion shook his head. [color=BC8DBF]"Commissioned something earlier, so I'm gonna pick that up first."[/color] The duo had exited their motel and stood under the awning, a pair of umbrellas in each of their hands. Therion glanced in the direction he'd be heading before looking back at Primrose. [color=BC8DBF]"I'll meet you all there later. Or wherever."[/color]

Even in a city of monstrous folks, it probably wouldn't be hard to find the Seekers again. The Travelers went in opposite directions, simple gray umbrella heading to the smithy and black and white polka dot umbrella toward the Habbo Hotel. 

When Primrose arrived it was a little too early to catch most of her companions in passing. She checked in with the clerk, who pointed her in the direction he'd seen one of their party go. She walked leisurely toward the city's center where a large fountain connected each district. It was a good place to stake out for people passing through, and Primrose wasn't disappointed to find one of the Seekers in a cafe by the water. 

The dancer closed her umbrella and entered the establishment, taking a seat unbidden at the table Nadia occupied. She flashed the Feral a small smile in case she wasn't immediately recognizable as Primrose before flagging down waitstaff to order her own coffee.

[color=D34C25]"I didn't find anyone at the hotel, so I'm glad I found you here,"[/color] she said. She was considering some light conversation topics when her drink arrived, so she sipped on that instead. Their world saving mission made it a little hard to get to know each other a personal level, beyond what each of them could offer in battle. There was also a part of Primrose that thought that in the end, it didn't matter. Either way the opportunity to chat would present itself eventually if not now, as Primrose noted the Koopa family passing by. [color=D34C25]"There they go,"[/color] she noted, letting Nadia handle calling out to them.