[HUNT] - The game is on! The staff have hidden small tokens all over the museum, and there's an exclusive prize for pairs that can find at least 10—small twin statues made out of Geomarrow. Better hurry, though. Seems like a lot of people are aiming for the win.,
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The museum was a natural draw for those curious like Hyacine or Prof ‘Naxagoras, an interesting history right at their fingertips? Who among the Grove could refuse such an opportunity? Alongside that!!
“Woah! Prof! Look!!” she ushered him towards one of the posters around. It told of a hunt for these statues made out of geomarrow. A pair, huh? Her eyes sparkled as the Professor drew near.
“It’s like a scavenger hunt! C’monnnn, we gotta try it. Please!!”
Memories like these were few and far between, who was she to allow this one to slip through her fingers? She hummed in thought, placing a finger over her chin and closing her eyes.
“Oh, but Little Ica wouldn’t be able to join us… we can’t be cheating. And from the sounds of things we are to find matching pairs… hey, Professor, what are your thoughts on it? Do you think we’ll win?”
She turned to him, hoping to gain some insight. Even if not, though, nothing a little bit of exploration couldn’t fix!
"Is it really cheating to use your memosprite? Would it truly be any different than if I were to take my gun and aim at one of our competitors?" It feels odd, to know he could reach out to Hyacine at this very moment and clamp her shoulder firmly in his thin hand after existing in the world outside of Amphoreus as a wandering specter. And he does exactly that, squeezing her gently and drawing her close to him as trying to protect her. Not that he was worried or anything, Hyacine was a grown woman who was perfectly capable of protecting herself. If anything, she was more likely to have to protect him, rather than the other way around.
He had always enjoyed spending time with Hyacine, the days after she spent his teaching assistant had been so much more sunny than all of the days that he had spent alone in his lifetime - and 33,550,335 others.
"I shall indulge you, but I trust that you know my eyesight is not the best," He gestures at the eyepatch, a commonality amongst the millions of cycles no matter how it happened, "You've always had sharp eyes, so perhaps it evens out. I can't predict the future, but nothing is ever born fixed. It is worth trying, and even if we fail along the way, we will have the memories and we will have learned something along the way."
He smirks, a soft chuckle managing to escape his lips, "The objective is complete, that is all. Let us go forth in wisdom, my dear teaching assistant."
