&quot;Oh boy I sure am glad to be alive.&quot; <i>Crystia proclaims. There wasn't really anything interesting to note about the student, except her overly energetic demeanor that didn't really fit in well at Shujin. But her parents paid good money for her to go there, so the girl aimed to make the most of their experience.</i>

&quot;I knew I should have... Ran with toast.&quot; <i>And so with these last words Crystia was no more. Her heart stolen by the phantom thief Walog</i>

&quot;Please.. Stop killing me&quot; <i>is dead</i>

<i>Crystia's eyes flutter back open, revealing the face of her best friend who she secretly had a crush on</i> &quot;O.. Oh, hey I'm alive. Awesome. Thanks Hikari, my best friend in this wonderful city of <span class="through">redacted</span>

&quot;Awesome, thanks a bunch.&quot; <i>The girl brings out her money to make the relatively small order, patiently waiting for the bag before running back out the door</i> &quot;Nice uniform by the way!&quot; <i>The girl shouts back to Rayquaza before running off into the night</i>

“Oooh good choice.” <i>A boisterous young girl with a long, flowing scarf. comments as she passes Noa, going inas the other girl leaves the store. Crystia wanders around the store herself, looking g up and down the magazine section as she goes.</i> “Hey do you got any fashion stuff or is it all tabloids?” <i>She asks the person at the counter without even looking.</i>

&quot;oh, nice! Pretty recent too.&quot; <i>Crystia exclaims as she looks over some of the magazines. The girl looks over the magazine for a bit. As the girl looks she occasionally mutters to herself or points something out</i> &quot;Yeah this look good to you? 'Least that's what I think.&quot; <i>It takes her a moment to notice the cashier. Though the high-school age girl's eyes light up, she slowly shakes her head before picking up some of the knocked-over magazines. with an apology</i> &quot;Yeah sorry, I must have gotten excited. Anyways cool place. Anyways...&quot; <i>After fixing the magazines the girl heads into the main store to grab a bag of twizzlers and a bottle of true moo to bring to the counter.</i> &quot;I'll just have these two alright?&quot;

OOC: Sorry I'm so late gang, this still open or...

&quot;Huh, yeah. Sure is pretty.&quot; <i>Crystia's eyes glaze over a little. She had forgotten how much museums bored her, especially when it was just her and Bastet. But now that she'd gotten this far she had to pretend to be interested. So Crystia spends some time looking over a few of the paintings, one in particular draws her eye, but the lights are shut off before she has too long to look at it.</i> &quot;Aw man... Just my luck. You ever heard of a Chefy?&quot; <i>Crystia whispers this last question, as if finally remembering that she shouldn't be too open about it. But Bastet wasn't familiar with it either</i> &quot;Weird. Looks like one of those fox ghosts... Yeah, I should probably get moving.&quot; <i>Crystia hadn't been much interested in paintings anyways, so she took Bastet's queue to head upstairs now, looking for the artifacts they were interested in.</i>

&quot;Hmmm?&quot; <i>A high-school aged girl with long, blonde hair looks around, but she can't really seem to tell where the voice is coming from. Its just kinda weird. She feels around for something, but seems unable to find it.</i> &quot;Oh, this is one of those freaky dream sequences right? Let me try! My name's Crystia Langston, high school freshman and F-Type. I wanna become the greatest hero in the world!&quot;