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*There is a dull thud, and then the feed flickers on - it seems somebody has thrown the book onto the ground in disgust. That somebody is a petite-looking blonde girl in the standard New Feather sundress, though her hair is tied up in tails by two black ribbons that some might say make her look like she has rabbit ears.

And she is absolutely livid; all but steaming as she speaks sharply out loud.* --the meaning of this?

Is this some pathetic joke? Have you any idea of with whom you're dealing? To take someone like me and affix these... appendages - not to mention to forcibly change my clothing? How disgusting. I feel as though I shall never be again, thanks to the hands of you perverted, mouth-breathing imbeciles.

Nago, Gii, where are you? Come here at once! Every time I imagine you cannot possibly become more useless, you prove me wrong.

Whatever feeble-minded idiot has summoned me to this place, I demand to be returned this very instant! If you are hasty, I might even deign to show you mercy - the longer you drag your heels, the more excruciating my retribution will become.

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[What does--oh.

...Bloodedge...] Really? That must have been a really long time, then...

Haven't you understood a word I've said, little girl? Time is purely relative.

I-I know! I just...

[Bloodedge... fdjgdjskds need distraction]

--found it sort of... neat?

"Neat."

...how juvenile.

Y-Yeah...

... I guess it is.

Oh, for goodness' sake, don't you dare make that sort of miserable face in my presence. You really ought to grow a spine once in a while.

[fdkhfkdsa WHY SO MEAN.] --I already have one!

*She's just speaking the truth* That which is never observed may as well not exist.

I'm not...

[...ffffff. She should just. Stop there. Before it gets worse; Noel would prefer not to start anything, especially now.]

...n-nevermind. Is... there anything else you'd wish to know about this place? [Or can I leave now.]

*You owe Rachel for the wing, Noel.* Where do these imbeciles expect us to live? I will not stand for a filthy little hovel, you know.

[She knows. 8C]

... Oh! That's right. [How could she forget something so important--oh, they were too busy ~~fangirling~~ discussing Ragna.] There's actually a village nearby that has houses, apartments, and stores.

[...] The stores... might have your belongings.

A village? How quaint.

If they do not, there will be hell to reckon with. I do not relish the idea of spending any further time than is necessary in this... thing.

[Don't worry, Rachel. Noel got a strange sense of deja vu when she wore that!]

I'm sure it'll be there; everyone's belongings always seem to turn up in those stores.

[...minus Bolverk.] Um... do you want me to show you the way?

*Rachel is sure she did.* As much as I hate to place even the slightest burden on someone so incapable, I seem to have little choice.

I will follow you, for the time being.

[Rachel joined the party!]

It's not that difficult of a task. [And she'll start walking, expecting Rachel to follow.]

*It just isn't a party until Rachel is there.*

I see no reason to amend my previous statement. *And follow Rachel does!*

[And eventually, the two will reach the...plaza. Yeah. In front of the clothing shop, respectively.]

This is it.

*Sourpuss Rachel is a sourpuss, and just glowers at it* Hardly haute couture, isn't it?

[She opens the doors, looking at Rachel nervously.]

Hardly... what? [... ~~/cricket chirp :|~~]

*If Rachel were the facepalming type, she totally would have.* My point precisely.

Eh? ...R-Right.

[COME ON IN, RACHEL. BEHOLD THE VARIETY OF CLOTHES.]

*Rachel all but glides in, and starts looking at all of the very unfamiliar outfits on the walls* And you say you found your garments here, as well?

*A pause* I'm surprised to see that it wasn't your Librarium uniform.

[Noel will probably... help her out with that. Yeah.] Well, I found that one eventually, but... I don't see any reason why I should wear it here.

[Or back in their world.]

Nor do I. The last thing you should be doing is clinging to that wretched little institution.

[She sorts through some of the outfits... nope, nothing here.

At that, however, she nods. After everything that's transpired...] You're right. [...] I don't want to have anything to do with them anymore.

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