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(GS3) Field: Hotel

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Cherry:
The Red Lion Sacred Beast Armor had evolved on its own, but Ezel himself was rewarded with a cape. Platina, Garmore, and some others stood around in the hotel room, as Yugure sat on the bed. They waited expectantly, calm gazes all around shot toward the meditating queen. Ezel folded his arms, taking a place in the center. His vanguard's hand reached out, and bladed eyes opened. A glowing, blue outline appeared before them all that was of the new beast armor's design. Yukino's hand moved about, tracing the shining blueprint. Upon completion, it had been successfully duplicated, and it subsequently turned into a copy of Platina Ezel.

"So that's the power of the blacksmith", the lion spoke.

"I still have no idea how I'm doing this, but I need to make more", Yukino added, snapping out of the blacksmith-driven trance.

This is how she spent her morning and some of the afternoon. This power of replicating armaments from Blaster Meister was taking the first steps toward being honed in the favor of the card game.

Jello:
Wake up.

Hmm...mm....

Wake up, Haruka.

Wha...what....

... WAKE UP!

Haruka nearly jumps out of his bed as a pounding in his head smart to ensue. The medication he took the night before for sleeping had taken a quick effect on him, sending him into an unworldly slumber. Not even a the roar of Overlord could rouse Haruka from his rest. However what if the voice that awoke him was not on the outside, but on the inside?

"S-Sera...?" Haruka rubbed his eyes, laying back down on his pillow. He wasn't trying to fall asleep again or anything, but he was too groggy to actually find the means to get out of his bed.

Haruka. You can hear me? Good.

"Hm? Yeah. yeah." Haruka waved his arms about over his head, finally mustering enough strength to get out of bed and walk over to the bathroom. Haruka looked in the mirror, then nearly had a heart attack at what he saw.

His face.

His skin was pale white and his eyes were extremely dulled. His hair was lighter than usual, as well as a mess from sleeping. His skin didn't feel particularly cold so that was good. Maybe the inner feeling had transferred to the outside?

"Sera, why do I look like a ghost?"

I have no real way to explain it. My voice had been shut out by something in your mind. You subconsciously tried to "freeze" me away.

Haruka sighed, scratching his chin. Weird.

With that, he set out into the lobby. He didn't have a specific destination in mind, but it might be nice to avoid seeing anybody he already knows considering the abnormalities his body was undergoing. If Haruka attained anymore of a pallor, he might turn completely black and white. Sounds cool, but Haruka preferred not seeming like something out of a silent film.

Nobody:
After what felt like an eternity of walking around in random places, he finally arrived at his destination and salvation, the hotel. His entire body was covered in more than one layer of sweat, his eyes completely death from exhaustion, his legs struggling to support his entire body. As he walks into the doors, he smiles as if he saw an angel descend from heaven just to hug him. He was this close to laying on his comfy bed and resting for his entire life.

And then he collapsed on the ground shortly after entering the building.

Save for breathing, there were no signs of life in his sweaty body. He was just there, on the floor, in the middle of the lobby, his hand reaching for the stairs as if is life depended on it, but it too, dropped "dead" on the floor.

Jello:
What the-

"Shiki...?" Haruka kneels down, staring at the most likely dead guy on the floor. He was covered in so much sweat that you could replenish your water supply in a zombie apocalypse with it. Shiki might as well be a zombie at this point, considering his lack of life. He was only, just barely, breathing.

"H-Hey... are you okay?" He places a hand on the poor boy's head and pats it a few times. Then just sort of stares at him. Haruka actually contemplates for a few seconds giving him a hand up, but the boy seems so deprived of energy and sustenance that he might just ragdoll all over the floor if he stood up for even a moment. It might be best to just leave him here....

Nobody:
Ignoring Haruka, Shiki lifted up his head looking forward, he started to slowly crawl towards the stairs, clinging to his dear life. But he didn't make it far, at the end of his short "journey" he flipped onto his back, breathing heavily as he started at Haruka.

"H-Hey.. stairs.. bed.. rest.." he whispered with the last bits of energy he had left, before looking back at the celling, sweat dripping from him as if he's some waterfall.

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