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ges: (@Igno) I wouldn't blame you if it was, this place creeps me out as well

Kohaku: Then what is it?

Igno: Eh, just the whole giant graveyard tower thing, I guess... -nervously pats Shepard's head-

Kohaku: Hmmmm. I see.

Igno: Yeah, just not really used to that kinda thing, I guess...

-chrysalis stops to rest at a park near the tower, sitting down on a bench and catching her breath-

-Six is still kicking back at the hotel-

Kohaku: Hey there, um, "Six" was it?

Six: -to Kohaku- Yep!

What's up?

Kohaku: Not much. Found a few interesting things from last night.

Six: What happened last night?

Kohaku: Well, two of our robot friends found some cultist stuff from somewhere. No idea where.

Also found someone who crashed a giant mobile suit into a tree.

Six: -to Kohaku- Just another day in paradise, huh?

Kohaku: Totally.

-ges has gone back outside to try and train his beldum-

Six: Cult looks like it might be bad, though. If my experiences are any indication, they usually start trying to end the world about now.

Kohaku: This one seems to be trying to revive something.

Igno: Oh, uh, hey Six...

Fred: DID SOMEONE SAY CULT

-Chrysalis decides to head back, so she takes off and flies back to the hotel at full speed, coming close enough to breaking the sound barrier that those in front of her don't hear her until she is directly in front of them, she thinks that if she pushes herself a little bit farther she might be able to break it-

Six: Hey, Igno.

-to Fred- Yep.

-to Kohaku- Well, the thing they are trying to revive is probably going to end the world, then.

Kohaku: I mentioned cults.

And I suppose that's true.

Think we should do something about it?

Six: Idunno. I'd try to help, but from the sound of it, openly carrying a firearm here is enough to get you arrested.

And my armored form is sort of "ready for action" at all times.

Kohaku: You don't carry concealed weapons?

Fred: Alright, what do you know about these assholes?

Six: -to Kohaku- Nope.

I usually openly carry a fifty-cal pistol that doesn't neatly fit into the average person's hand. I mean, half of self-defense is deterrence.