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Room 2
Following the wordless Helen, Recette entered the next room after her. While Recette had been distracted by the two beyond the barrier, Helen looked over the rules, before letting out a sigh.
"Hmm? What is it?" Recette asked, coming over. Reading through, she winced. "Ah..." Recette groaned, frowning. She knew exactly what Helen's problem was. "So, how are we going to-"
"Try not to die."
"...Ahaha, that was the plan," Recette replied, stopping when she noticed Helen's fingertip suddenly right against her eye, making her flinch. She hadn't even percieved any movement: one moment it was there and the next...
Helen frowned, "I meant it. You're too slow." D-did Helen somehow time it do that she only moved when Recette was blinking? N-no, that'd be...crazy.
Growing increasingly concerned as Helen's previous 'funny guy' antics seemed to have been completely squashed, Helen muttered to herself, "I don't get it..."
Taking a breath, Recette said, "Well, if you can quickly take down my doppleganger, then we can team up against yours!"
Grabbing her fingertips and stretching them back, flexing her wrist, Helen agreed, "That's the idea, but if my duplicate hits you once, you'll die." Recette was starting to see the problem...
Room 3A
Olkio gives a knowing smile, "I can't say I was trying to hide it, but we haven't really seen one another much. As far as I can tell, we're the only two Nen...combatants. There's one other user, I believe, even if she isn't fully aware of the nature of her abilities.
Reading the description of the challenge, he frowned. "Well, this could be...problematic." Letting out a sigh, he dropped his cloak. His uneven black hair that rode past his ears and red burn scars on one side of his face were the same as ever, but he also wore a long sleeved brown shirt over his lanky frame, and he had some kind of satchel hanging from his belt. His long jeans were clearly singed at the bottom, as were his sandals, but his feet seemed fine.
"How ironic: we're the strongest pair, thus we have the highest challenge ahead of us now. There's a little phrase my teacher told me, but it's a bit too crass to use in casual conversation, so I'll just be clear. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be too forthcoming with the specifics of my abilities, and I wouldn't expect you to be." Sizing up the doppelgangers, he concluded, "Would you consider these 'normal circumstances'?"
Following the wordless Helen, Recette entered the next room after her. While Recette had been distracted by the two beyond the barrier, Helen looked over the rules, before letting out a sigh.
"Hmm? What is it?" Recette asked, coming over. Reading through, she winced. "Ah..." Recette groaned, frowning. She knew exactly what Helen's problem was. "So, how are we going to-"
"Try not to die."
"...Ahaha, that was the plan," Recette replied, stopping when she noticed Helen's fingertip suddenly right against her eye, making her flinch. She hadn't even percieved any movement: one moment it was there and the next...
Helen frowned, "I meant it. You're too slow." D-did Helen somehow time it do that she only moved when Recette was blinking? N-no, that'd be...crazy.
Growing increasingly concerned as Helen's previous 'funny guy' antics seemed to have been completely squashed, Helen muttered to herself, "I don't get it..."
Taking a breath, Recette said, "Well, if you can quickly take down my doppleganger, then we can team up against yours!"
Grabbing her fingertips and stretching them back, flexing her wrist, Helen agreed, "That's the idea, but if my duplicate hits you once, you'll die." Recette was starting to see the problem...
Room 3A
Olkio gives a knowing smile, "I can't say I was trying to hide it, but we haven't really seen one another much. As far as I can tell, we're the only two Nen...combatants. There's one other user, I believe, even if she isn't fully aware of the nature of her abilities.
Reading the description of the challenge, he frowned. "Well, this could be...problematic." Letting out a sigh, he dropped his cloak. His uneven black hair that rode past his ears and red burn scars on one side of his face were the same as ever, but he also wore a long sleeved brown shirt over his lanky frame, and he had some kind of satchel hanging from his belt. His long jeans were clearly singed at the bottom, as were his sandals, but his feet seemed fine.
"How ironic: we're the strongest pair, thus we have the highest challenge ahead of us now. There's a little phrase my teacher told me, but it's a bit too crass to use in casual conversation, so I'll just be clear. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be too forthcoming with the specifics of my abilities, and I wouldn't expect you to be." Sizing up the doppelgangers, he concluded, "Would you consider these 'normal circumstances'?"