What in the world--? I don't think I ever expected my home to attack me. Is everyone else affected all right? Albel? Bridget? Kiske?

There is so little going on; it's almost quaint, if horribly annoying. I'm used to constantly moving and doing something. I think I'd call this "boredom". And then there's the constant reflection going on... Damnit.

...

Never.

I think this calls for a change in dress. And manner. I shouldn't hide this anymore.

Albel, I think those "sparring" matches need to pick up the pace~ ♥


Chicks and dicks, you're all welcome to come find me~ ♥

Really! Are all people so rude?

Hmm... Thinking about it, we should do that again sometime, Albel. It certainly livened up my stay here.

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I think I might just need to find a steady sparring partner, on that note. Moving on is one thing, but losing my touch? Entirely another. I can't neglect myself, after all.

Also, I don't understand how Jam can wait tables; it's almost intolerable.

Any ideas yet, Albel? This should not be so amusing...

We are being shunted around? I'm somehow not surprised. It will be easy enough; I don't possess much in the way of superfluous items. Though, I have yet to look into my work situation. Stalking bounties was quite the easy way of life, before here, but... Hm. 

I am certain I am not the first to notice, but beside the train tracks, there are creatures roaming. Has anyone yet tried to face them? I wonder... 

You can hope to have left the oddities and unusual aspects of life behind, but they will follow you everywhere. Occasionally lead you elsewhere as well, it seems.

A most unusual place, this.