Night 44: Grand Ballroom

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Dahlia made her way over to the fountain first thing and went to sit down next to it. Believe it or not, her feet were still aching from last night and just because this room never stopped being gorgeous did not mean she stopped being sensible. If there was something going on soon, she needed to be ready for it.

Hmph. More like ready to push either one of these brats into the fray instead of dealing with it herself. Either or, she'd need to rest for a little while. May as well drop her bag for now while she was at it, too; the strap was bugging the bandaged gash along her back.

She wasn't dumb though. She kept one of her hands on it just in case someone got grabby.

"So, um." She brought her other hand to her mouth, thinking to herself. Did she dare ask now? Or was Syncie going to keep some more secrets from her? "What do we do now?"

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Upon seeing Sync knee the girl in the stomach, anger surged through Claude's body. "Anise!" he shouted. Suddenly he was all the more determined to catch Sync, to put an end to this once and for all. That bastard -- just who did he think he was, anyway, hurting young girls like that! But he and Guy were already too fast for him and Dias, and the four of them slipped into the hallway up ahead.

In the back of Claude's mind there were niggling doubts over what may have been running into. It was dark. They hadn't been up there before. But all of that was overshadowed by the pressing need to rescue Sync's hostages. If they could just get them somewhere safe, or at least out of Sync's clutches, they could unleash everything they had in dealing with the boy. Either way, they couldn't just let Guy fight Sync alone. They needed to support him!

Dias had urged him along, but it wasn't necessary. In fact, Claude already charged forward, hot on the heels of their enemy.

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