Inside the circus tent, inside of one of the storage caravans, that's bigger on the inside. Pierrot had received some boxes that Oshare Bones won in an auction. They were from a defunct Circus a country over. Apparently.
Pierrot and Amitie were the only ones present, it was not a practice day. And Amitie insisted.
Amitie was currently in the costume section. "Sil! C'mere!" She yelled all the way to the room over.
Pierrot casually walked in. "Something wrong?"
"No! I found your Shirt!" She pulled it off the coat rack.
"Oh! My Hawaiian shirt! So that's where I left it. Must've zoned out when I used the changing room."
"It's a wicked shirt."
"Thanks."
"Where did you get it?"
"Stole it off of Arle."
"Wha?"
"It was a gift from the Dark Prince. I stole it out of spite."
"Ehmmmm… Stealing is wr- Nevermind."
Amitie took Pierrot's upbringing into account. A bit afraid to get her friend's ire again. She should know better. And she knows. It doesn't help.
"Ammy?"
"Huh?"
"You kept staring at me in a daze."
"Oh. Did I?"
Amitie looked ashamed, rubbing the back of her neck.
"You can borrow it, not like I'm planning to swim anytime soon. But I'd like my maid outfit back. I need to clean again."
"Nah, I don't want it. But I'll give it back."
"Thanks. You can borrow any costumes you like."
Amitie felt like she's an Amitie in a candy store. "Get real!…"
Pierrot lifted up her mask and stared at her annoyed.
*Later…*
"This one!" Amitie skipped up to Pierrot with a costume.
"No." Pierrot shot it down.
"What? You said I can borrow any costume."
"Just not that one."
"But don't you think I'd look cute in it?"
Amitie put it in front of her body.
"Uh… Nnnnnot gonna answer that."
"Come ooooon! I can pretend to be a wonderful magician with it."
"Not with these! It's beautiful magician's assistant costume, Ammy! Not a magician's outfit like Oshare's."
"But I am the Magician's assistant, and it looks like my size!"
"It is your size."
Amitie tilted her head.
"Oshare made it for you. I nixed it." Pierrot took the opportunity to gently take it out of Amitie's hands.
Amitie frowned. "Why? It's my size!" She really wanted it.
Pierrot got into boss mode. "I found it not to be appropriate. You're fourteen."
"Oh, yeah. Still want it." She crossed her arms.
*Groan* "You're not getting it."
"It has a vest!"
"No."
"What's that then?"
"A… vest?"
"What? You just said it wasn't a vest."
"It is a vest."
"Are you sure? Maybe it's a zipperless jacket now I look at it."
"Look! I will not have you walk around in that! Even Oshare admitted it was a mistake!"
"Meanie! That's a waste! How much?"
"You're not gonna buy it off of me."
"What if I wear a shirt with it?"
"N-"
"And pants!"
"I'll… Ammy, why do you. Why are you so?"
Pierrot had enough of that. "I'll look into it if it'll be okay for a show…"
"Yippee~~" Amitie joyfully grabbed Pierrot's hand and jumped up and in glee. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthanky-"
Pierrot was embarrassed for her. 'How old are you, Ammy?'
*Later carrying boxes...*
"Sil?"
"Ammy?" She turned to face her blonde friend.
"I tried to open this door. It's the only one the key won't open. What's up with that?"
The harlequin thought about. "I guess I can show you, but only if we don't dwell on it. But when I wanna go, we go. Okay?" She searched her keys.
"Do you have something scary in there?"
"Pffft. Fufufu. No." Pierrot put the key in the slot. "But I'd rather not look at it." The door opened. "Go inside."
The room was empty. Safe for a treasure chest lying in the middle.
Amitie's curiosity took hold. "What's inside?"
"Weeeell…" Pierrot walked around to the back of the chest. Leaning on it with her arms. "Why don't you try opening it?"
"But there's a lock on it." A three-digit combination lock to be exact.
"And I've forgotten the combination."
"THEN I'LL GET IT OPEN!"
"Be my guest, Ammy. I think it started with a 1. Maybe."
Pierrot giggled.
"1-0-0, No.
1-0-1, Not it.
1-0-2, Nope.
1-0-3 Nuh-uh.
1-0-4 Nada.
1-0-5 Get real.
1-0-6 Get really real.
1-0-7 This is gonna take forever.
1-0-8 Thought so.
1-0-9 C'mon.
1-1-0 I'll get there.
1-1-1 One day.
1-1-2 A step closer.
1-1-3 Open sesam- aw…
1-1-4 Hmmm…
1-1-5 Uh…
1-1-6 Ehm…
1-1-7 This is taking foreverrrr.
1-1-8 Any time now.
1-1-9 I could be studying right now…
1-2-0 *Exhale*
1-2-1 Maybe the next one?
1-2-2 Fiddlesticks
1-2-3-"
"Alleyoop!"
"Yowchies!"
"Fufufufu~"
"My head… What happened?"
"The hinges have rusted off a long time ago. Fufufufu. That's why this "locked chest" is in a locked room. Fufufu~"
"Not funny." Amitie pouted.
"You have a soft hat on, Ammy." Pierrot turned the chest around. "Have a look while I can still stand to look at it."
Amitie leaned into the chest. She saw a metal breastplate, shoulder armour, and headband, semi-armoured gloves, a cape, a simple dress, boots and a white shirt with cross stitchings in it. All but the latter were red with the occasional dull pink gold, it looked like silver at times. And all of it was damaged in some way, torn, scratched, dented.
"Huh, this is almost like what Arle wears." The amused Amitie picked up the breastplate.
"Yeah, almost… "
"Gosh, Sil… This was your's?"
"Yeah, it was a colour altered replica of what Arle once wore. I wore that while I was spying on you guys. I-I um… used in private a year ago in private, and then I just swore off using it… Couldn't find it in me to get rid of it. Three guesses why."
Amitie inspected Doppelganger Arle's remains. "This one's way cooler. It's not what Arle wore when she fell into town."
"Being homeless and keeping up with someone's ever-evolving clothes is hard, okay? I was lucky I was possessing the Dark Prince at the time, I had all the resources in the world to make this one."
"I like it." Amitie smiled. "Like a superhero's ev…" She looked at Pierrot, and before she could put on a frown. "I like it."
"You can't borrow it."
"I figured. You don't want to be remembered of those times, do you?" Amitie's heart felt heavy.
"Close, Ammy. But my big worry is that it be a dead give away to everyone from my world that's in this town. The Dark Prince has a hit out on me! A bounty!"
"Oh! They're going right back in the chest! I'm so sorry, Sil! Please forgive me!"
"It was no problem, Ammy. But if you insist, then let go of my waist, I need my spine." Amitie immediately let go.
"I won't let you die!" Her voice was a bit shaky. She didn't hide the tears.
"Thanks, Amitie. But if push comes to shove, I'd rather you live than me."
"S-Sil…"
'My existence. Why must it hurt others so much too? For once I don't want my friends to revolve around me…' Sil held back her tears. "Wanna take a break for some tea?"
"Yeh."
*Sil's caravan…*
It said something to Silvana how detached she was of her past back there. Amitie's sigh as she relaxed down on the beloved couch made her realize that. Amitie and Sig at points were more concerned about her situation than she was.
She smiled. She lied down on the less comfy couch. Suit off, mask off, jacket off. She sipped her favorite tea.
"Can you possess me?"
Sil resisted spitting out her tea so much it came out of her nose. "What! Uh, sure. B-But wh-where d-did that come from?" 'Yowchies.'
"Well, I had this wicked idea. Since I am a fill-in Pierrot, we never perform together, and I thought up how we could."
"I'm listening." *Careful sip*
"Well, first I walk on as Pierrot. But it isn't me. Wel,l it is me. But not really, but I guess I am a Pierrot. But-"
"I'm possessing you. Got it." Sil got the Amitie train back on track. "Next."
"Then you unpossess me, we do cartwheels, and then we join back on the other side."
"Hmm."
"What'dya think?~"
She had a big smile on her.
"I like the idea." 'I do see some big flaws though…'
"Yay!"
Silvana covered her mouth to hide a smirk. "Fufufufu." She laughed under breath. "Wanna have a taste, Ammy?"
"Yeah! Why not." She put her tea down and stood up.
'Do you really not know?' "Okay, possessing you in one." Amitie stood prepared. "Two." She stood determined. "THREE!"
…
Amitie's eyes blinked. She stared at her hands. "Wow." She looked all over her body and stretched to get a good feel. "I feel, I feel… Not that different. I thought your body had way more energy than mine, Ammy." She pouted, the major differences were the clothes, a high pitched voice, a little bit more adrenaline, the short hair and feeling small all over. The Amethyst Magic followed Sil into Amitie.
Silvana picked up Amitie's tea and sipped it. "Maybe pick whatever she likes next."
Silvana picked up her own jacket, and mask and put them on Amitie's body. She sat down straight on the couch.
She also had drunk a liter of water.
The clown pulled out of the blonde's body took place on the other couch.
"Where did the light go?!"
Silvana just watched the fireworks.
"Huh, why am I wearing your mask? And jacket. I have a funny feeling."
"I think you're feeling complacent cynicism." Sil snarked.
"How? Did you possess me?"
"Yeah, you're wearing my stuff to show you that you can't remember anything you do under my possession."
"Aaaww…" Amitie deflated. "I hoped you could possess with me staying awake…"
"I like the idea. But sadly that's not how possession works, Ammy."
"That's what I thought too, but then I remembered Arle remembered everything Ecolo made her do. I know you're crazy powerful, but you can't be stronger than Ecolo, right?"
"I don't know. I have no idea what that Ecolo thing even is."
"He's both really neat and scary looking. Out of this world."
"You told me as such. It would stand to reason that his possession is out of this world too."
"M-Maybe?" Amitie shivered at the thought at being controlled by someone she couldn't trust.
Silvana put her magic crafting mind to use. "Do you have any jewelry like a ruby?" 'Not gonna use my necklace.'
"Why?"
"Do you?"
"Yeah, actually." Amitie held up her arm. "My wristband is emerald in disguise."
"You serious?"
"Yeah." Amitie dispelled the spell on it.
"Would you look at that. Can I have it for a bit?"
"Sure. But be careful, it's a family heirloom."
Sil put on the wristband. She placed her other hand on it and put some strain on herself. "Hrrrrrnnnnn…" Amite watched in confusion as her emerald turned into an emerald coloured purple. "…nnnnngaaaah!" Sil caught her breath.
"Did… D-Did you hurt yourself?" Amitie ran up to Sil's arm.
"N-No…"
"What did you do?"
"Ammy. This purple in your wristband, it's my essence."
"Your essence!?"
Amitie had learned this in school. Naturally born things have souls. Magically born things had an essence.
While effectively serving the same function there are differences. A person can live without a soul. An essence is the person it is attached to, it is the misty cogs that inhabits a body. Both will go to hell regardless of the latter's artificiality.
A soul neatly stays insides the body, and essences are less solid. As less solid those things can be.
A soul is like glass, essence is like sand. Except you can't make the former out of the latter. There is one glass object, but many grains of sand.
Essence holders are less damaged if they miss a chunk. But souls don't scatter as easy. But to the average soul and essence holder just living their lives. There might as well be no difference between the two.
"Why the heck did you do that, Sil!?" Amitie clasped Sil's wrist.
"I'm not killing myself, Ammy, this is just a fraction of me. Like 1/5th. I just made a makeshift magic inhibitor."
"Don't you ever do that again!"
"I can take it back, Ammy." She tried shaking her loose. "I needed to do that to test your possession again. Maybe now you can be aware."
"It's not worth it if you're not whole!"
"I didn't put any personality into it, it's just magic in there."
"You sure?"
Amitie looked up. Into Silvana's eyes.
And Silvana just possessed her. Making herself fall over in Amitie's body because her own body wasn't there anymore.
"Yo, Ammy. You in there?" *Knock knock*
'Oh, my gosh! Sil's in my body! My body and I'm not doing anything. It's so freaky but so cool. This is as cool as she is. I'm so excited~ Now I can figure out-'
"Ammy?"
'Huh? Yeah?'
"Seems like I can hear your inner thoughts."
Amitie went quiet and her body blushed. 'Wanna… You wanna… practice?'
"We still have work to do."
'Oh-Oh yeah…'
"Heehee. I'm am totally on board though. Let's work this out at a later date, 'kay?"
Silvana winked.
'She's so cool~'
"Dial it down. Your opinion of me is way too high…"
"EEE!"
Silvana and Amitie separated. The former took her essence back and Amitie took back her wristband.
"There. My essence is back. Happy?"
"Yep. Kuh!" And then it hit Amitie like a sack of bricks. "GOTTA GO!" Amitie dashed for the bathroom, because out of nowhere, all from a few sips of tea, her bladder was filled to the brim.
"Okay, that maybe went a bit too far. I'd better dial it down. She didn't deserve this. Fufufufu. Still funny though."
Chapter 44: Here it Comes
"And that, folks, was our last act for the day!" Pierrot announced to the people circled around her. "We hope to see ya next week!" She blew a kiss with both hands as she walked backward backstage while the lights dimmed.
'I-I did…' Pierrot took off the hood and mask. "I did it… I DID IT! Yay!" She was so proud of herself. She wasn't the only one. The crew applauded her.
"Rib~Ribbit~!"
"Hehee. Thanks, bro." Amitie picked up Donguri Gaeru complimenting her on her gymnastics through the whole show.
"Now now! Looks like we're gonna get a third acrobat. Hm Hmm." Hohow Bird lifted Amitie up on his wings.
One by one, everyone congratulated Amitie on doing her first big gig.
Silvana rolled up.
She's in a wheelchair thanks to an event that involved her following through with that Armoured Warlock plan. A misunderstanding happened that made the town hire Schezo to "peg him down", that fight escalated so bad the Puyo Rangers intervened, and that escalated into Warlock Silvana growing to giant size and the Puyo Ranger combined their robots to match size. They played Tsu rule Puyo Puyo with giant Puyos. Sil lost because her anxiety flared up at the thought of shrinking and being buried, forgotten underneath the garbage, with being unmasked to rub salt on the wound. Somewhere in between, she broke three limbs.
The story she told was that she fell down the stairs. Needless to say, Sil blames the Puyo Rangers, and she has the undying personal grudge against the inactive protectors of Primp Town to prove it.
It's a boring story.
And canon.
"I'm so proud of you, Ammy. You didn't embarrass me out there." Sil said in earnest. "Ballet's really paying off."
"I don't know… I still can't do the slow ones."
"Ugh… Ammy. Did you see what you did out there? You were wonderful."
That last word tickled Amitie's fancy. "Teehee, I felt great. It was so much fun doing it all in front of the crowd!"
"Not to mention better than those ice sculptures in every way."
"Ice sculptures? Oh! I completely forgot!"
The whole room had a collective "Yup, that is definitely Amitie standing in front of me" reaction.
"Forget about it if you like." Sil said calmly. "You've proven your worth a while ago. Now try just try surpassing me in acrobatics and you'll be a great Pierrot than I have ever been."
"OOOOOOooooo~" Oshare Bones and some low ranking staff went. "Some big shoes to fill, girl."
"You sure, Sil? I don't wanna steal your name."
"Pierrot's a role…"
"Don't wanna take that either. Sil can I talk with you alone?"
"You sound nervous, Ammy."
"N-No! I'm… Super… Duper… Exhausted." She sounded tired.
'She should work on her stamina.' "Carry me to my bed and you can nap on my couch. And shower, whatever."
"Thanks." Amitie went into a change room to put on her regular stuff and she pushed her wheelchair-bound friend out of the tent.
"Clean up guys."
*Sil's bedroom…*
Silvana winced out her pain on her bed. Amitie did it as painlessly as she could. "Just one more week left."
"You have bad luck, Sil. The Puyo Rangers saved the town from any harm. And you fell down the stairs."
Sil grumbled bitterly.
"Yeah, I get you. I always miss out on seeing them too." Amitie pouted. Silvana said nothing in response.
The two were quiet. 'Sh-should I tell her? Professor says it's for the best… Why am I so scared?' "Sil?"
"Use my bathroom all you like."
"I need your advice on something…"
"Is that why you're so fidgety?"
"Y-Yeah…" 'Here it comes…' "You see, there's this boy I have a crush on. But he already has a girlfriend."
"Why are you asking me for romantic advice?"
"I'm not finished. You see, I'm also crushing hard on his girlfriend (I don't think she's into girls anyway). And I don't what to do. I haven't found someone else yet."
"Um… How close are they?"
"They are adorable together. Very snugly the way they treat each other, it's heart-melting." Amitie was practically daydreaming about the two. "I imagine myself taking one of their places. Whoever looks most comfortable. But I don't wanna ruin the happy couple. It feels so wrong."
"Oh, I've been there."
"R-Really?"
"Not in a romantic sense, but after a while, I did feel guilty for trying to replace Arle… Before you ask, it was because of all of you, not Arle. Screw Arle."
"Oh…" She didn't want to reply. Walking on eggshells.
"Anyway, who is the couple? I don't think I'm of any help if I don't know them."
"Eeeeeh. It'syouandSigpleasedon'thateme!" Amitie was too scared to look Silvana in the face. Her hat pulled over her eyes.
Sil was stunned. Quite the bomb was dropped on her. She had no idea how to handle this. This quite a new sensation to her. Unlike Arle, nobody besides Incubi ever confessed they loved her.
"Y-You love me? As in romantically?"
"Hm-hmm." Amitie murmured, still hiding in her hat.
"Oh…" Sil stared in the wild nothing and her heart felt tickly, except it made her blush instead of laugh.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I just didn't see that coming. Wow… What do you see in me?" The clown wondered why and how she loved her. It still boggled Silvana that she could be loved, frankly. "And take your hat off your eyes!"
"What do I see in you?" She repeated. "Sil, where to start? You're my hero."
Sil winced at the word. Amitie's heartfelt tone was not lost on her though.
"You're cool, strong, pretty."
"R-Really?"
"Uh-huh. You have pretty red eyes."
Sil rubbed her nonbroken arm against her eyelid.
"And most importantly you saved my life." Amitie choked up. She got on her knees to Sil's bedside. "I wish Vibby didn't have to die. But still, that was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me. And you hated my guts!" She really opened up. "I'd be lonely in hell if it wasn't for you."
"No kidding…" Sil thought back to her trip. "Geez… I guess I can see why you love me."
"It happened slowly. But I didn't know I loved you it until you had died. But it butts heads with my crush on Sig…"
"I see.."
"You're so inspiring, you're a wonderful magician. You try to make people happy while you aren't. You're really unlucky. And seeing you happy makes my day more often than not. But I get it if… But you don't like me back…" Amitie said dejectedly. She got up ready to leave. "You've got Sig anyway."
"Ammy?"
"Y-Yeah?"
"Sig and I aren't a couple." Sil clarified.
"Huh? B-But everyone thin- Don't you two love each other?"
"Duh, but at the moment he's a lovable, security blanket. I'm just not ready to be a girlfriend, not that I could be a good one. To anyone. Plus I am sixteen. two years older than you and Sig. I wanna wait a bit. I don't want the circus to have unwanted publicity."
"Oh, that makes me feel a little better. Not that you'd like me like that back…"
"Well, I'd be lying if I didn't mind you on my mind a lot…" Sil blushed.
"What're you saying?"
Sil huffed out air, saying it out blunt. "You're cute. I find you attractive. I'm Bi."
"Wuh. Get really real? You are?"
"Please stop saying that…" She demanded it. "But yeah, I was surprised too. I thought I didn't have any romantic interest. But then out of nowhere I looked at people based on physical appearance and found myself checking out Stan/Klug and Raffine as much as I hate to admit it."
"Weird."
"I know, I didn't know how to deal with it. Ammy. It's really distracting. Anyway, while I'd be lying I wouldn't mind being an item with you. I know you so well that impersonated you and people only didn't believe me because it was April fools."
"Nah. That wasn't you Sil. That was really me. I just know it."
Sil stared her dead in the eye. "Sure. Ammy, let me be frank with you. And don't think this is the wrong way. You'll always be my best friend. You're an amazingly positive influence over me, and I can't thank you enough. But if we were in a relationship I would feel like I'm dating my kid sister…"
"Oh…"
"It's no fault of your own, Ammy. Plus, remember that time we learned we might be cousins? Plus I basically see you as a sister already thanks to Vibby. I'd feel icky all over… My undeserving butt belongs to Sig. Didn'tmeanitlikethatlemmerephrasethat!"
"No, I got it..."
"Phew, good. Are you holding out okay?"
"Kinda. You're not being as reject-y as I thought. At least you see me as your sister."
Amitie smiled through her tears. "You deserve family beyond Akuma, he's so mean to you!"
"He has a reason... Look I am really sorry. If Sig wasn't there and I knew less I would've accepted you in a few years."
"If… If…"
"If uh… If um… If I… If I can't have you… Then."
Sil recognized this speech pattern. "Pleeasedon'tgoFelionme!"
"What? No, I'm not like her. I was gonna say if I can't have you than Sig can!"
"Phew."
"As long as I can support you for all the cool and good things you've done. C-Can we still be friends?"
Sil didn't give a straight answer. "Ammy, how about, when I'm healed. We go with Sig and you can confess to him too. Have you confessed to him?"
Amitie shook her head. "Not gonna do it now…"
"Ammy! While I'm still not ready for a relationship-"
"You already are, basically…"
"-if Sig doesn't mind having us both, then I won't mind. I'll get over whatever hurdle I have and I'll happily share him with you."
Amitie moaned. "I can't."
"Why?"
"You need Sig way more than I want him, Sil. He's obviously the reason why you're the way you're now. I can't do that… I can't the attention off of you."
Something about this made Sil feel that Doppelganger Arle succeeded in her purpose… Except she felt horrible about this. No exaggeration.
"We still can have him, together." Silvana offered again. Amitie stayed quiet, she looked at her feet. "We can go on a date if you like? Or do girl stuff… Take you out for a treat?" Sil reached out her hand.
Amitie tried to shake hands with her. But instead retracted the hand and ran off. And all Silvana could do was call her name and watch. "Ammy…"
A while later, enough for Silvana to recover. Sig was catching bugs with two of his best human friends. The three had tons of fun.
Amitie lived life like she pretended she didn't confess. Silvana was not stupid and recognized her friend and colleague's discord and respected it. But, she couldn't help it. Sig was distracted arguing to a bug.
"Ammy?" Sil playfully nudged the blonde. "Have you told him yet?"
Amitie caught on very fast. "T-Told him wh-what?"
Sil pushed and dragged Amitie to Sig. Amitie fought back. "I don't wanna!"
"C'mon, Ammy. Just try it, you don't know if he'll reject you." Sil was eager to put Amitie's worries to rest. She was sure Sig would at worst say that he needs time to think about it.
"No!"
"You've known him longer."
"But he loves you way more."
"Don't make me do it for you."
Silvana wants Amitie back in her life, to be comfortable around her again. The latter had been avoiding her. All the times since the confession these two had spent was strictly business.
The bug loving boy was done with his conversation. "Sig?" Silvana unintentionally addressed him in lovey tone. While holding the fidgeting Amitie in place. "Ammy wants to say something."
"Okay." Sig's ear was open. "You okay, Ammy?"
"P-P-Peach-chy!" She tried avoiding eye contact. Sig didn't buy it. He noticed something in the sky. With his big arm, he jumped out of the way with Sil and Amitie in his grasp.
"Here it comes!"
*CRASH!*
"What the hell?" Sil said to herself, ears ringing. Nearly avoiding death made her chipper mood go down.
"Two shooting stars…" Sig mumbled.
"Oh, thank you, Sig. Are you two injured?" She helped Amitie back up.
Amitie regained her chipperness. "Let's check it out. Maybe it's someone!"
The three got up to inspect the impact site. What they saw were something white and blue, and small and yellow…
Author's Notes:
So, eh. Funny thing about writing non-hetero in a story that's not a romance. Once you establish Amitie as bisexual as a joke to have her embarrassed, it's hard not to define her by that. It's not as hard as it seems, but it was definitely in the back of my mind more than I'd like to admit. And I'm not even just talking about the girl/girl thing, goes for boy/girl too. So I wanted it to just leave it at the comment from Prologue 26. But then warelander PMed in Chapter 29.
He was kinda curious what if something would come from Amitie's disappointed reaction seeing Sig and Sil date. At first, it was just meant as an acknowledgment that Amitie still holds a candle for him. But then I thought: "Oooooooh. I'll make Amitie in love with the both of them. That's not the obvious route. That might be a fun twist nobody will see coming."
I decided to go with it, even with some… let's say problematic things it may cause in the future. Best not worry about that. I have things planned out. And can fix it.
I do wanna stress if the chapter didn't make it clear, Amitie has a crush on Sil as much she has on Sig, and most of their interactions have been platonic.
She also has a crush on the rest of the class, but not as big. The exception is Tarutaru because he's arrested by the rubbish video game character police. Because even Hohow had more to work with based solely from in-game cutscenes. I know, it's not fair. That Feli knows how to evade them.
The working title was "Dear Friends"
Taking a break again. We'll see how long it lasts this time.
Next up: Reunion.
