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[indent]Just a moment alone. That was all Milo had asked for. A moment alone [i]before[/i] they got into everything. Instead, they were dragged along out of the quiet calm and straight into the hustle and bustle of a loud, bright, and highly active city. Normally, Milo would absolutely [i]love[/i] this shit. Normally, Milo would be running around, pointing at things, touching things, picking flowers, plunging his hands into the water of fountains and then splashing people, [i]talking to people[/i], introducing himself, and asking them a million questions while he could get away with it. Normally Milo would be the most hype to ever hype, as he often put it. But with everything catching up to him all at once, Milo found himself feeling physically sick from the energy around him. The city was bright. Too bright. The city was loud. Too loud. The city as [i]crowded[/i]. [i][b]Too crowded.[/b][/i] Milo hated it. All of it. He wanted to turn around and run back into the tranquility of the forest and cry, it was all overwhelming. And none of it was helped by both the fact that that freaky ass moth kept getting way too close to him, and more than that, that annoying little dolphin wouldn't shut the hell up.

It became nothing but grating noise to Milo, and he ended up covering his ears against it all, closing his eyes as he tried to escape the over-stimulating environment in whatever way he possibly could. He wanted to wake up. He knew it wasn't a dream by this point, yet he still wanted to wake up. At the very least, he wanted a quiet place to get away from everything for just a moment before he fell into a full-blown panic attack.

The Inn was hardly an improvement. The warm glow of lighting helped with the 'too bright' aspects of the assault on his senses, but the droll murmur of conversation was only just barely better than the cacophony of noise outside. Conversations upon conversations overlapping. Some people were louder than others. No doubt that was to be accounted to the liquor. Milo could smell it in the air, mixed in with the pungent aroma of vastly differing food all around him. What should have been a comforting environment just made Milo's nausea rise further, and as his transformation faded away, leaving him back in his dirty old sweater and ragged old shoes, Milo shuffled along with his friends to the table and slid into his seat, pulling his legs up to his chest and letting out a groan as he set his head on his knees. He still wanted to cover his ears, but the rushing of his blood in his ears when he did so wasn't helping his situation, and besides that, he felt that listening to the others would serve as a good grounding exercise to bring him back to center.

As he listened to Conner's words, the last part was really what hit Milo the hardest. It made sense that Conner would feel that way. He knew as well as any of the guys how Conner felt in that regard, but...was this really the way to go about getting to feel a sense of worth? Milo wasn't even sure if he actually felt worthy just then, especially with how over half of those talking animals spoke about them and blatantly treated them. It was obvious the past sorcerers weren't thrilled to have them specifically for the job. So were they really worthy? Or was this just a horrible accident? The more Milo wondered on it, the more it felt like a voice was urging him to continue down that thought, driving him further and further into a hole he knew he couldn't get out of. With a deep breath, be finally lifted his head and looked at Conner, offering a smile though it wasn't as bright as usual, [color=fff79a]"I'm glad you're feeling good right now, Con,"[/color] he said, [color=fff79a]"This shit is pretty cool n' all, and it's neat that we're part of it, but like...doncha think that maybe this is all a bit...much? I mean, we've been dumped straight into an early 2000's anime here. Talking animals, transition scenes in the middle of battle, and everything. I'm half expecting a team of uh...I think the literary term was 'foil'?"[/color] he shook his head to dismiss the thought and restarted, [color=fff79a]"I'm half expecting a team of our rivals, dark elemental users working for the villain, to appear in the next few moments to taunt us and set up cheaply written love interest plot points that are obviously rigged,"[/color] with a sigh he dropped his head again and said, [color=fff79a]"Fuck it, I don't know. Just ignore me. I'm just...not feeling great is all. I wanna go back. But also I don't, and that's really fucking with me right now and I just wanna lay down in a quiet room and try to get some sleep, y'know? I'm...tired..."[/color][/indent]

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[indent]Vlinderbell rested on a rock a short ways away from the edge of the pond, safely out of reach of the water. Her wings opened and closed in an even rhythm and she was silent through Chesi's rant. While the dolphin made a good point, the moth was not sure if her fellow sorceress was being fair to the foreign children. Yes. They were children. Yes. They had no idea what they were doing. But then, would any being pulled from another world understand the intricacies of their world and the magic being granted to them? Vlinderbelle wasn't too sure. She held her tongue though, knowing better than to start a debate with Chesi when she was being...dramatic. It always ended in a screaming match, and the soft-spoken wind guardian was not one to yell...generally making it more of simply a case of Chesi ranting endlessly as Vlinderbelle stared on blankly. Suffice was to say: It wasn't worth it. Instead, she waited to see what the others had to say, deciding to give her input once other views were brought up.[/indent]