For the third time in the last few hours, Faust to the digital world of the Origin trials.
The cool, sterile air of the Interview set room drifted away as the smoke-scented air tickled his nose. But there was a sharp, airy chill of the growing wind. The smell of rain.
He looked up at the night sky distastefully. "You're really going to make us fight in the rain."
"It seems," Nirvana said beside him. She waved, looking much more alive and relaxed. "Hiii. How was your interview? The host of mine was an actual Lich. It was so cool."
"Oh, nice. My host was a dwarf giant with a unicorn horn."
"Why was mine just a guy," Zen complained. "Like a normal guy. He was a bit snobbish, but on a scale from Greg to Thalia, he was a Faust."
"Oh stuff it," Thalia said. "Me and Greg had to share a talking crystal orb with a bad British accent."
Greg groaned. "He really didn't have to do that accent…. How was yours, Spider?"
Spider shrugged. "Meh. It was okay."
