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Day Fifty: Ivar

It was Ivar this time. The gray-haired young man and the great contradictions that brought was running around some Elympios city with a fancy black jacket getting all sorts of attention from passerbys.

"Wow, real excitable fellow there!" the old guy(was he that old?) commented on Ivar's energy.

"Don't think he pays much attention to anyone though," the blonde smiled at the image nonetheless.

They were right. Too right? Something just seemed amiss here. Like.. like everything was just fake?

"Heh, look at him running," the red-head scoffed at the energy Ivar put on display. "Does he even know where he's going? Does he have a purpose?"

Did anyone?

"Needs some good old military discipline, I'd say." The soldier maybe put in.

Was it starting to get warm in here or was it just him? Maybe it was something he drank. Or maybe it was just all the chatter going on. "Uh, hey, guys," he didn't know any of their names. "Clear out. Bar's closed for the day." Night?"

The others grumbled but enough stern glares sent them off quickly. Too quickly?

Alvin flipped off the TV, maybe he was being as unreasonable or lost as Ivar was but...

He had some medicine back in the employee area. He could really use it. His head was splitting now...