“That works for me,” Arthur-Oliver shrugged, and stepped forward to join Taisto. “One thing, though,” he said, as he reached towards the handle. “Say we do find the shooter. If that happens, just stay out of their way. Don’t give them an opportunity to shoot you.”
“Will do,” Taisto consented.
The closest thing he had to a weapon on him was currently a kitchen knife, and he already knew it wouldn’t be a match for a firearm. Taking a deep breath, he waited for Arthur-Oliver to open Door One and stepped inside. Here goes nothing.
“Ha, feeling better enough to crack jokes now, aren’t you?” Yulan laughs as he pours a glass of water for the patient.
“You know, this hospital’s the best. Has the best quacks. They say they found you with your beater half-fucked, they literally pulled you from the brink of hell. Heh, just kidding. Here, get your-”
At the same time as he turned back to face Daigo, his gaze facing the same window.
“What in’ tarnation?”
Yulan turns to look at Daigo, before looking out of the window again.
“Is this some kind of dark sorcery your work brings to you? Holy Schrodïnger’s what is that being from twilight doing in real life?”
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“You know, there’s a certain point in which joking around like this isn’t funny anymore. I seriously need a phone from someone or my mom will kill me!”
What are they even talking about? What kind of joke was this? Getting on the wrong train to some random place and now being told he has some sort of spark? The lad pouted, his patience nonexistent.
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Daigo stands from the hospital bad and walks towards the window, looking out it once more. He pries open the window and shouts at the figure “Who the hell are you? Is this some kind of practical joke?”
“The least I can do is to help with this. It will not hurt, as it is a minor change.”
Oh my. Both your bodies glow for a short while, but you don’t feel anything different. You think.
Oh. About feeling no pain? Akio does feels some pain in his stomach, as if he was getting punched in the guts, causing him to stagger backwards. It’s alright though. Maybe.
The doppelganger looks at you, before letting go of the tree branch it was holding onto. It falls onto the pavement… and splats. Oh it doesnt splat. It dissolves upon touching the ground.
Yulan follows and sees these happen with Daigo.
“… You think we’ve finally actually gone crazy?” are his first words after a long pause.
Daigo stares blankly at the pavement where the figure splatted and blinks. “If this is your idea of a practical joke, it ain’t funny -” Daigo suddenly remembers what he saw before he blacked out.
“Wait, the kids body, did anyone find it? The killer must have hit me over the head on his way out… do you think -” Daigo rambles on at Yulan.
“What body? Hey man, that shit out there, ain’t funny no more man… The only blood I saw was yours man…” Yulan shakes his head. “Someone put a wooden pole by the door. Real classic joke, coulda killed you.”
He scratched his head, his eyes narrowing, as if in deep thought, before sighing.
“Man, I swear I had something to tell you before… Sorry man, came up short this time. There was a nice little fingerprint on the pole, but the database came up short.”
Omi notices something odd in her wording.
“You’re forbidden from interfering eh?
So did you create all those wierd shadow images? Does this mean your true power is a lot stronger than this?
Who are you anyways…
You look very young to call me a child”
Omi says as he barrages the lady with questions
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The beauty fucking shrivels in rage and starts going on a tirade about how you should respect your elders puts her hands together in front of her, imitating not akin a diplomat or an ambassador.
“Indeed, humans have a need to introduce and be introduced. It seems that I have neglected basic human courtesy. I am Yalen Sig Yaloth, she who unlocks potential. Young one, I am a high elf, working to maintain the balance of this world. Despite how I look, I assure you that I am of an age far further than you can perceive.”
“Those images are not of my doing. Those images belong to my sister, Heren Yig Saroth, she who is the master of memories.”
“It is most curious, yes. How did 7 humans wander into my abode in 1 day…”
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“ok boomer”
Omi murmured to himself
“Well then isn’t that funny, my mom is actually a high elf. Despite my appearance, I am 200 years old. I’m in my training of magic right now hence why I do the drugs, they help enhance my abilities. Say, since you must be a very old lady knowledgeable in magic. Say would you like to help me and examine my magic? Right here just now, you turned my crack into sand, well I’m about to reverse it and turn it back into crack”
Omi bluffs… it’s not a very good bluff but maybe it’ll work
“Now take a close look, I need you to critique my magic”
Omi says as he takes out a pocketful of sand and walks closer and close towards the lady…
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He immediately winced, holding onto his own stomach in pain. It was thankfully something short lived, as he soon after took a deep breath and it appeared that the pain ended after that.
“E.”
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Arthur-Oliver pressed down on the handle and carefully pushed the door away from him and Taisto, whilst craning his neck to look past before the door was open fully.
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Arthur-Olivier opens the door, and finds himself seeing a hallway… with several doors at first glance.
Peering into the hall, Taisto stares at all the doors. Blinking, he squints harder at them to make sure he isn’t imagining things. How many are there…?
Around 5.
Upon closer inspection, there is the smell of blood near Door No. 4.
This leads to the ??? room.
You plop S̵h̸u̶r̸i̸a̶n̴ down onto one of the beds in the ???. She seems to be fine now mostly, besides the bandage on her head.
When you look around, tons of medicine that you have never seen before surrounds you in shelves. All of them are labelled with a strange language that you do not recognise. Some pop like the potions from mystical movies… eww.
S̵h̸u̶r̸i̸a̶n̴ lies unconscious. Something definitely caused her to be knocked out, she did take quite a beating… then again, the state’s she’s in right now…
“I have a strange feeling about this place,” Arthur-Oliver muttered, stepping into the hallway. He looked at door 4, and reached into his pocket instinctively, as if searching for a weapon. He knew he had nothing, however.
Looking at Taisto, he asked, “do you feel like investigating the obvious red herring, or one of the suspiciously safer doors?”