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∞ 83: A chronicle of life and death [action]

[What a wonderful afternoon. The sun is shining, the sky has cleared up, and the ground is drying after two days of rain. And Albert is around the village today, weaving through the streets and between houses and even to the edges of the forest.

Little do people know that Albert received a beautiful flower last night, and he happened to smell it. When he awoke up the morning, getting out of his room proved to be an ... arduous battle. And getting out the front door? Well, he had at least discovered what a doorknob was by then.

He has a vague, wondrous look on his face as he looks at swaying tree branches and flowers he would have otherwise ignored. His hair is in slight disarray, as if he had rolled out of bed and fought his way through a bedroom door. His clothes are in a similar state, and notably the same as the ones he had been wearing last night.

This isn't strange at all.

He will be wandering around for the entire afternoon. Attempts to talk to or capture the 6'1" strategist will be bizarre. ...And he won't be returned home until sunset or so.]

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[Mayoi will be walking around as well, watching the floating Mushi go by aimlessly. It's a good distraction from her lack of sleep for these past couple days. Eventually though she'll feel someone stopping her in the middle of her daze walking. Or rather, she'll bump into Albert because she wasn't paying attention.]

Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you. [oh god he's so tall.]

[Well. Albert seems...content today.]

Good afternoon, Albert.

[Of course it would just figure that Albert would find trouble while his demon was still recovering from being gnawed on by Moro...again.

Yeah, screw the whole don't show up near Albert's residence order, all orders are very much subject to interpretation when one of them is in serious danger anyhow and this definitely seems to fit.

So that means Yuber would have shown up last night actually right as Albert's life force dropped to nearly nothing for what seemed to be no cause.

And this time he's not going to end up half on a chair when he teleports there.]

[asldjk;ka what is that tag. Caesar thought it would be a good idea to see how things had gone with that Malnosso jerk the other day, since he was so kind as to call his brother out in public and all. An interrogation was a great excuse to hunt Albert down today, right? But Caesar runs into Albert sooner than he planned to, and much further away from his house as well. That wouldn't have been too strange, though.

...but why is he staring at that tree like that? And why does he look like he just woke up a few minutes ago? Though Caesar's still standing at a distance, he's also standing and... staring. Something feels off today.]

[Even with the general weirdness he's heard of over the journals, that's not enough to stop Frey from taking his daily walk. Upon seeing Albert just staring at a tree, he'll be pausing and looking up as well.

.... Nope. Nothing there.] Is something wrong? [He's also vaguely noting Albert doesn't look as well kept as he had previously. It didn't seem to fit the man, actually.]

[Regal is closing up the bakery a bit early today so that he can go home and take advantage of the good weather tending to the garden when he spots Albert looking... perhaps "spacey" is too kind a word. That's unusual, but he's not going to make mention of it just yet.]

Good afternoon, Albert. Enjoying the weather today?

[It's getting later in the day now, approaching sunset. Albert has basically been a ghost around the house, staring too long at nothing while his brain refuses to churn out coherent thoughts. He feels like everything is going in slow motion, and even waiting for the tea kettle to boil had seemed like an excruciatingly long time.

He finally makes his way back to his room, trying in vain to focus on the notes strewn over his desk. When that doesn't work, he turns his chair to stare out the window.]

[Midday on the 16th. With all that has gone on, Raine hasn't been able to sleep for very long. An hour and a half at most. She'd survived on less.

Right now her priority was making some kind of light meal for the reason why she wasn't getting any sleep. Or she'd run out of food ingredients while trying. This had to be the third attempt at eggs, now. And the toast hadn't come out completely burned this time.

It was progress ... of a sort.]

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