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[goalsides]

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[goalsides]

Thanks. [the smile he offers isn't one of his easygoing ones, a tinge worried and mostly a slight act of reassurance.] It's been...a busy couple of days.

[yesterday's formal, and the adventures in the library, and the auction, and now this...]

Let me know if you need a break before we get there though. I've heard those places can be brutal.

[heartlands]

You can say that again.

[he nods.]

Yeah, I will. Nothing's broken, I don't think, I'm just... really bruised pretty much everywhere.

[goalsides]

Sometimes bruises are just as much of a pain, dude. Trust me. [bruising bad.] You do look like you got off pretty easy in comparison.

...what even happened out there?

[heartlands]

I'll take this over a stab wound or - worse, so.

[byleth's arm... but he sighs.]

It wasn't like the others I'd heard about. We actually, uh, went to - Ichiro's home?

[goalsides]

[yeah, highkey alarmed about byleth's arm actually.]

...Ichiro's? How'd you know it was his? Or, better question, how'd you even get there?

[heartlands]

He confirmed it when I told him a little bit about what happened there. He recognized, like - the names of places, and some basic things about the society that we had to deal with. But, we just kind of showed up. I don't think we did anything out of the ordinary before we were suddenly there.

[goalsides]

That sounds like what happened to the other groups last week. When I talked to a few of the people who went, they said they were on campus one minute and transported somewhere else the next.

But I didn't think Ichiro's home had anything violent enough to make someone lose a limb. Ikebukuro's not that far from where I live.

[...granted odaiba keeps getting wrecked by digimon so you know what, never fucking mind.]

[heartlands]

...I think it's kind of his business, so I don't really want to say too much, but - it was pretty dangerous. You can ask him about it if you want.

[goalsides]

Maybe I will if it's relevant. Then again...it's a little worrying that they're starting to pull us to places that are tied to other people here. How'd you guys get back out?

[heartlands]

We had to, uh... There was a kind of - competition where we had to try and push a button before the other team could.

[goalsides]

A competition. [getting real sick of that word.] So you were able to hit the button.

[...] You weren't shot at by clowns too, were you?

[heartlands]

...What?

[goalsides]

So that's a no. [he looks relieved.] That, uh, happened to one of the other groups. I had to make sure.

[heartlands]

I... Well, okay. I got the rundown, but I guess they didn't mention that part to me. Yeah, we definitely didn't get shot at by clowns.

[goalsides]

Trust me, I almost didn't want the full rundown when they mentioned that. There were also some terrorists involved but I'm not sure if those were the same as the clowns in general or what. It was complicated.

But okay. Go back a sec. What kind of competition was the button thing?

[heartlands]

I remember the terrorist part, but I feel like I would also remember the clowns if they brought it up...

[anyways, he frowns.]

We had these... microphones, but they had weird magic, and we had to use them to fight each other.

[goalsides]

Nobody should remember the clowns...[clowns that shoot people are bad.]

How do you even fight with microphones? Did they shoot beams or something?