Laura onwatches the commotion.
(Have we started the italics?)
āFrancis, it was just an illusion, get up. Youāre alright, nothingās harming you!ā Gavan says as he feels the othersā stares and whispers.
ugh attracting attention always leads to trouble for me, i regret this already
(i use italics when i feel like it, when iām thinking, or when iām describing an action. so yeah, pretty inconsistent here lol)
As the two men create a scene, Rito sneaks away and changes his form into a common bystander to avoid anyone following him
This place is a mess. What are these people. Well, some of them oughta be good customers.
āugh did Francis really pass out? From that simple illusion? i might need more help, but I donāt want to attract more attentionā¦ ah fuck it, iāve already attracted too much attention anywayā
Looking around the crowd, he catches eyes with the girl. Was she judging us?
āHEY! Hey you! Girl with the blue scarf? Could you help me carry this guy onto one of the couches?ā
Francis is out cold
She pauses.
Troublesomeā¦
She proceeds to walk up to Francis. She looks at the man for confirmation before putting her arms through Francis.
(Lift the guy together. She doesnt show feelings.)
With the help of the girl, we proceed to set him on one of the fancy couches
āSorry about the commotion, I appreciate your help. I never caught your name by the way. Iām Gavan, nice to meet you.ā
Even though Gavan is talking to the girl in front of him, his eyes scout around, searching for that hooded cultist from before making sure he doesnāt cause any additional trouble to him
Notices that she has a good poker face. Hmm she definitely has something going for her. power or money?
Francis turns in his sleep. Anyone close enough can hear he is mumbling something about fateā¦ again
She examines Gavan for a little while. Before replying.
āIām Laura. From Lephis Startups.ā
She looks at Francis and examines him as well. āFateā¦ Fateā¦ā She thought, rolling her eyes. Before turning back to Gavan.
āItās nice to make your acquaintance.ā
Poker Face at 100% effectiveness.
Lephis Startupsā¦ I think iāve heard of them. They arenāt as big as conglomerates like Federov Enterprises, but they certainly have some influence. This party is a jumble of all sorts of peopleā¦
"The pleasure is all mine, I didnāt expect to meet someone so important here.
Oh, you can go now, iāll watch over him. Thanks again for the help."
She nods.
And continues to scan the crowd.
She stays where she is however.
Francis jolts awake.
For a moment, he just blinks, disoriented.
āThis isnāt Dou Light Forest.ā
āHey, youāre finally awake. You were screaming your head off about fate or something. You should rest a bit more before you get up. Iāll go get you a water soon. Iām Gavan by the way, pleased to meet you. Also whatās the Dou Light Forest?ā
He blinks.
āFrancis.ā
Then he remembers what happened. He jolts to a stand.
āAgh! Where is that degenerate of a man?! Iāll show him what a craftman can do!ā
Laura raises her eyebrows, at his sudden outburst.
A generic-looking reporter approaches the commotion by the couch upon which Francis previously laid.
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āDo any of you have a moment?ā
Gavan puts a hand on Francisās shoulder and forces him down
"Youāll never beat him. You canāt break free of his illusions and youāre still dazed. Iām sure he has more tricks up his sleeve that heās not showing us. In fact, iām pretty sure heās spying on us somewhere right now.
Hey Laura, could you keep an eye on him and make sure he doesnāt run anywhere? Iāll get us all some water."
runs off to the bar to ask for some water
(iāll assume the reporter came after i left. this is your time to shine shuri and dama)
Looks at the reporter.
At Gavanās request, she pauses.
āā¦ā
Francis raises an eyebrow.
āYou, are too cautious, my stranger. Caution will not bring you anywhere other than down the river of fate.ā
He stretches his arm to his side.
āWhere would I be if I never take danger? Nowhere!ā
āI have all the time in the world!ā
He proclaims confidently. Of course, it may be seen as arrogance as no one really have all the time in the world.