[center][abbr=Primrose][img]https://i.imgur.com/zqHOn9T.png[/img][/abbr]
[color=D34C25][sub][i]Friday Morning[/i][/sub]
Word Count: 633 (+1 exp)
[u]Level[/u]: [b]11[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 337/110 
[b]Location[/b]: Esaka, the Forbidden Kingdom[/color]
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Despite her often acute insight and empathic ability to read into people, Primrose was not actually clairvoyant. Far from it, in fact. Besides a sparing glance at the various groups of spectators around the area she largely ignored the audiences of the various matches, and thus had no idea that two of she and Big Band's fellow Seekers were close by. Not that she would have enlisted their help and made the two-man investigation team any bigger anyway.

After trailing along the perimeter and eventually finding the end result of a Loser's fight that they'd been looking for, Primrose observed quietly as the arena was tidied up. Her gaze followed the glowing mote of light as it lingered above the tinted waters for a moment before sinking, at which point the actual detective beside her spoke up.

She recognized the friendly joke for what it was but still replied, [color=D34C25]"You're giving me too much credit, I've yet to deduce a thing. That's what we've got you for~"[/color] 

If she had been a better investigator she wouldn't have spent ten years in the hell hole that was Sunshade. She let that thought pass and focused her attention back on the water. There was no use in brooding on the past right now, and though she was not a detective by any stretch she wasn't going to dump all the work on Big Band after dragging him down here with her.

The dancer crouched by the edge to get a little bit of a better look. [color=D34C25]"Honestly, I'd rather not dive in either. It's clear enough for now, though... we may be able to see something."[/color]

She softened her voice once more just in case, so that it would reach Big Band from where she knelt but not much further. 

[color=D34C25]"Since learning about the Flame Clocks and the reincarnation, I'd always been a little curious. As I understand it, the clocks are fueled by strife and filled by the lives it claims, which Moebius uses to... keep themselves empower, or something to that effect. It stands to reason it must use spirits in some part of this process, I think. So here in Esaka where the life cycle of a spirit comes and goes so quickly, is the clock rapidly emptying and filling?"[/color]

She had started to ramble a little. No one knew where Esaka's clock was or they would have mentioned it, and even with all of her wandering she hadn't seen it. Hadn't even asked around about it lest the Consul that was already here in the city caught wind of someone looking into it. So the next thing that Primrose could think of was to follow the trail left by the spirits. They had to go somewhere after sinking in the Pools, right? If they simply dissolved and led no where she would feel a bit foolish, but at least she'd know she was on the wrong track.

[color=D34C25]"I thought that perhaps if we knew more about the process we could find something to exploit, since destroying them outright seems impossible. And here seems as good a place to look as any, given the sped up time frame."[/color]

Primrose stood up after a few moments, placing a hand on her hip. Her eyes were still searching the bottom of the pool. There were other things on her mind as well, like the possibility of learning how to manipulate spirits in ways other than what the Seekers had been doing so far. If maybe she could learn to call them back like the little old bug in Dirtmouth, or bring them entirely back into being ahead of schedule, if only she could see the process in action. 

[color=D34C25]"...though I've heard that detective work is a lot of waiting,"[/color] she said with a small chuckle.