@, @@Randimaxis,
I floated along infront of the others soundlessly, seeing as I didn't touch the floor at all. Still no clue how that worked, but I'm not gonna blame something that helps me out. Pretty counterproductive, if you ask me.
In anycase, I stopped shaking like a sentient leaf in winter a few minutes ago, fortunately, since it was starting to get on my mysterious nerves. "... I feel like monologuing. Why do I feel like monologuing something?... This big urge to laugh for all of eternity is even worse." My line of thought was interrupted, "Rude", by a groan,"Or a yawn?", from... Somewhere infront of us.
I stopped moving forwards, looking back at the others. "Stop. Something's in our way." I stated, standing tall and staring forwards into the slightly darker alleyway, the walls littered with that red ****, a trashcan covering the brick floor with filth... I'm pretty sure I saw a drawing of a rainbow in there.
Looking back again, I prepared to consult the others. "What now? If we go anywhere near that *******, we risk alerting this entire damned 'District'." That concluded, I stared back into the alleyway, searching for anything out of place.
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Krad was scared. Master was... Different. Master was scary. Krad knew why. Master was hit. Now Master is bad. Maybe Master not bad, maybe Master was only scary. But Krad still loyal. Krad always loyal...