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[indent]Her goodbyes had been spoken, expressed as [color=fff79a]“see you later,”[/color] with a glint of optimism that everyone’s respective journeys would see them through safely until they could reconvene. But some might hear the slightest wavering in Hoshi’s certainty as she bid her fellow Islanders farewell, the smallest hint of less-than-charactaristic… fear. She would walk from the hotel kitchen masking the quivering of her legs behind the length of the black coat. She’d take away one last glance back as everyone would make their exits, and found herself to where she knew she was expected. 

To no surprise of hers, Leon and Launchpad were already waiting for her to join them; they had both been absent from breakfast; she hoped it was to make sure their ship was in working order. [color=fff79a]“Hey,”[/color] she said, approaching both in their typical forms. [color=fff79a]“Yeah. I had heard you’d be helping us. I guess I’m with you…”[/color] She trailed off, noticing Leon’s strange shudder. It was the most expressive he’d been since Hoshi had met him, and seemed to be contrary to his normally stoic demeanor. [color=fff79a]“Is… is he gonna be OK?[/color] She asked, pointing a finger to be clear who she was talking about. [color=fff79a]"Maybe… errr… let him walk on his own? I don’t think he cares much for being carried around like that.”[/color] 

She paused, and regained herself. [color=fff79a]“Anyways… I dunno… I guess we could go straight to that Olympus place the others were talking about. Alias, my other friend, the one who didn’t make it here… they said he’s gonna be there. And apparently there’s some kind of tournament going on too. It’d be a good way for me to get used to my new weapon, right?”[/color][/indent]