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Ikki was getting desperate. There seemed to be no jobs in Spirale or all its branches that he was genuinely qualified for. But he needed to eat, damnit, and a month's worth of food money was already running out fast. Damn his being a spellcaster with a ludicrous metabolism. But where the hell was he supposed to go, when all of his 'experience' wasn't his experience, but the memories of someone else? He was a Replica. A copy. And while he had a good relationship with the man he'd been copied from, that didn't fuck him over in this endeavor any less.
He was getting desperate, and he'd heard rumors.
Something about how desperate people could find a particular building in Fibonacci, and ask for help. Something about how travelers under the Moon were protected by a white crescent.
So, Ikki took a Corridor from Archimedes to Fibonacci, and started searching. He didn't have to search for long.
The architecture sure was unique--it didn't fit in either with the steampunk aesthetic of surface Fibonacci, nor the cyberpunk aesthetic of downtown. It looked more like it belonged somewhere in the spookiest parts of New York. Ikki tried not to stare too hard at the gargoyles leering down from above--just in case--as he headed inside.
"Hello? Is anyone--oh shit fuck. Damn, man."
He turned, and there he was--a man all in white, with a white mask that covered his entire head, sprawled in an armchair like a mob boss, seated under a statue of some Egyptian-type god that Ikki didn't know, couldn't name. He tried not to stare at the statue, either--the fine hairs on his arms were already standing on end.
"Uh." Real eloquent, shithead. Try again. "...Heard this was the place to go when you needed help. I'm trying to find a job, and...yeah. I've got a kind of...unique situation, so it's been a pain in the ass."