Jams

the chapter up 51

Platform Snail is not at all similar to the edge or sidewalk, is a space the size of an elevator, where it does not have doors. All platforms are located east of the hex-station (large square room), aka in the direction of the three-hour room.

There are two platforms. Exactly the length of the train, next door, which means the right elevator of the place of arrival, the left place to enter the car. The floor, which is also flat glass, has four circles as the maximum charge status.

The circle whose color is active, red, the sign of the middle platform is occupied, the circle is being used. While the other three doormats are still green, or call it passive.

The Welcome platform is different from the Goodbye version (next to it), has no touch-wall or counter, only clear glass, which fences the location of the Snail rate.

It seems like Jihan has been to many stations.

In the center of the hall was the name Soulatorium, corresponding to the 'spoken teleportation spell.

Jihan immediately went off the Welcome platform, stepping straight past the 'apura' (always in the middle, because in the middle of nowhere almost anything is possible aka perfunctory).

And on the other five walls, each station must have doors and sliding doors, but the community named it blizt (a common word). Kisye also told Jihan, many flat plates installed in their three headquarters, Snail most major alias has the most number, because the headquarters of this one is a circle.

The circle of coverage of the field is wider than the eighth and square. It was considered important by the community and became an icon of Snail.

The claph!

Jihan's stomach was exactly the camera light, erasing the owner's presence at the location.

The darkness confines Jihan, placing her passengers into a lab that contains many transparent screens of large bubble orbiters.

The pajama girl arrives at the Soulatorium.

Jihan let the location quiet, there were two other visitors who were busy chatting a bit away from the blizt.

"That's the guy.."

"Many times younger than me, Master."

"He came alone."

The student left his teacher.

"Damn!"

It was only five meters away on foot, which was called instantly confused. "Ehh."

Jihan approached the Summoner when she looked.

"Hey.. I'm Nautri. Elo dating Rinjani khan? Deti Rinjani, the Telecard."

"Oh. No, Tri. Umm.." thought Jihan, scratch your head. "Gue nyeker's. Alone to here."

"Ahh. Samaan," said Nautri while looking at his feet. "We are already like the residents of the dormitory, who live in the school."

"nmindi. If you wear a mask, wait on the roof of the building."

"Gotham Patron. Oh gini's. I need to see Librarian Gambit. Continues to.. That's my teacher. Said the teacher, lo Lady of Light. Air demon."

"Kalo alay anyway. But the demon, umm.."

"Hey, Han," said Master, come and join in. "Gue anter elo to the deathflat spot."

"Ehh," Jehan stared at the familiar face before him. "Mr? Prita Ma'am?"

"It was my son who sent us here. Elo again packing jeans who once told me if you hold a biography of the former. But, that's still a great-grandfather."

"Who is Prita's great-grandfather?" ask Jihan with a more puffy face. "That's a great predictor. Ja. I'm going to the spotter. Totally the same choice I nilep server assets. Buyut Maak again bullied girl Saturn khan?"

"Hhh.." hela Prita, changed. "Important Han. I went to the spot first. You know too."

Prita leaves Jihan and Nautri.

"You're astralers? I suprise njir," Jihan asked Nautri after looking at Prita.

"But I'm new to Snail. What's out there, huh? Want the muters to happen."

"Main hall's. The sono peron. What did you get in here through?"

"Catch the footprints. Tau-tau dark, trus already in sono," Nautri lyrics to where he and Prita are waiting.

The claph! Lightning strikes them, revealing the high school girl, pajamas batik. Deti found them too.

"What's this? Ragnarok. Genesis," muttered Jihan looking at Deti, not astonished but a comment on the prophecy.

"Sister!" call Deti immediately come so silent to see Jihan.

"Why onmind?" ask Jihan after the friend arrives.

"Deti.. Ngn.."

"Huh? Who lo..? Deti??" look at Nautri, frowning for the sake of his ears entered by the name just now.

"Be. right. Ke.. napa ya Ma'am?" stuttering Deti is being lit by fireflies (tica).

"Hey.I think it's the same age as Master."

Nautri leaves the place, stepping towards Prita leaving, in the eyes of his interlocutor.

Jihan and Deti looked at each other after Nautri some distance away. "He thinks elo's a widow, De. I totally agree."

"Huff. "quiet Deti, take a breath and somewhat restrained. "Hhh. Deti want a scan of tica. There's something you can kidnap to lighten Deti Kak's body mass."

"Khan can be direct, anywhere through jeans elo."

"Haah? Can you please, brother?"

"Gue change the location of the ticket with the room closet, De."

"Haah? A closet? Can emang..? Don't have to come here, you mean?"

"Oh," confused Jihan. "Kirawn.."

Jihan scratched her forehead, slightly lowered, her other hand handsome waist. Conscious of something.

"Maybe the Deti driver can't yet. Why to the lab if there is an easy just as practical. Enter Jan.."

The set! The slaph!

Firefly Deti darted to the nearest floating screen, transparent layer so seemed filled, making absurd after spots of light dissolved in it.

Zwiiit! Zwwwaats..!!

Floating glass shrinks and expands, the sign is controlled by the tica.

"His name is like a guy" commented Jihan. "Jan da Rinjani."

Deti was busy looking at the transparent screen inhabited by his tica, silent in sitting.

"Lo there was someone else. I want to learn the card of Yugioh. Pas elo dateng, Nautri even go."

The deti rests against the circular fence, onto the area divider. Clear ball behind there the middle of the Soulatorium, also mute like Deti.

"I want to boost catetan. I think Rada is not calm. That's what brought me here."

Deti did not answer, focusing on the touch-touch smooth slab in front of him that was as wide as a laptop monitor.

"Hhh. Sori.." hela Jihan, it's starting to feel bad to be silenced by the other person. "I touched you. Widows don't mean themselves anymore. Two things mean."

"The name of prayer. No, no need to talk about it.."

"Amen."

Jihan turned back, stepped away after Nautri, not teasing Deti again. The boy he was holding was staring a long time ago.

"He doesn't know. Did I pretend to be busy?"

This little girl just knew you. Looks like Greget wants to see you angry

"Tertular Brother Marcel.." stunned Deti, looking at Jihan's back.

Jihan was already like the person who was waiting for an important meeting, walking rather quickly. So shortly after passing through the floating sails, Jihan arrived north of the lab where there were Prita and Nautri.

"Eh Ma'am. I'm in sono fucked up khan, like Lectrin, so the hunt for the UN?"

"It's good to be quick. Ricek deh Es En is a fact of paradox. Let's see Smoke Note lo."

Jihan approached the wall there, there are many slots the size of ATM cards. He touched one of them. Taph!

The name on the slot is text; Diandra.

The glit! A strange glass suddenly appeared filling the gutter.

Shuut!! A layer of floating screen is pulled into the spotter, the location of the colekan.

"Sayak is a clock. There are no needles or gini numbers," Nautri looked at the Diandra spotter.

"Pain emang Tri. Pellucid. If you want to see the contents, you must shake first. Asepnya ntar looks, trus nampilin numbers."

"Lusid becomes a paradox. Astraler's a mutant. I want to wander in the land of kajajaden, because it's nature.so doomsday.."

"Dipatrol will not finish. I toured a week. There is no physical sequence or map. A lot is important."

"Hhh.. Ri, let her make it first," interrupted Prita, sighing.

"Ups. That's why I met Teacher Deti first."

"Sana," said Prita rather coldly.

"Thank you. Read it up, Han."

"Yes," Jihan replied staring at the interlocutor until her head turned. "Ask the guide to Deti aja touringnya yes, Tri."

There is no lawfulness, the Nautri are away.

While glancing at Prita, Jihan also quietly waited. The face of the Pasus Girl is like a scourge Jihan look.

Prita is still bored, restless, cold, like a middle person burdened with a myriad of commands in the task that is being carried. He remained cross-handed, not returning to look at Jihan.

The curiosity grew, Jihan was more agitated than Prita when the thing they were waiting for was silent.

Prita sighed in self-soothing, while Jihan trace her waist glaring at the spotter, there was a thin aura of blue color enveloping the body of the lusid.

"Track. Lo advanced machine.. Track paradok in their century, as soon as possible.."

Krakh..!

"Well. Valid. The meter is broken.." said Prita, clucking while leaving the place. The wuutts!

"Haa..?" look at Jihan, agape at the loss of her deathflat crack. "Come on?"

"Lo's wrong naro.." tell Prita who's far away, talk on the radio.

"Ehh."

Jihan was getting clumsy hearing the telesound just now.

"Here you go. Yes, I touched Dian's box. Kirain Smoke Note can be synthetized next to her, Rin."

Your advice has been accommodated labora drivers with regard to scanning and ringing correction

"Hhh.." limp Jihan. "True you said, don't be flanked. I was in a hurry to show off. Entertainment is finally."

The set! Jihan streaking.

Skiit..!

The Jet stopped in front of the blizt, then touched the black glass. "SosCamp" he said, in his heart.

The claph! Jihan's belly became a beam of light, blizt made it look like lightning.

At the destination, Jihan finds Prita.

"I'm Snail's conductor. Ngawal elo, the Future Object. Not a history of. Sori has to keep the point, blue-aura lo mancar."

"Gue dateng khan Ma'am? Yuk, run away to Server," Jihan tells Prita when she arrives at her SosCamp headquarters.

Jihan stepped first towards the bottom of a large cloud, trailed by Prita. They ignored some lusid staring and whistling calling.

"Rin, I rarely tell each other that his affairs are very important" Jihan said. "Then in Minion, Qorin was like a continuer mic, so I helped him bring the soulator. It is heavy if tica is extracted. It weighs on people, like a locomotive-diesel weight."

Jihan closed the elevator fence by tapping the screen, glass fences that can be penetrated by passengers and then turned into a harder, solid. The glit!

"There's protocol. Tuh tica must be given to the Queen, to her caretaker. Well.."

"Byeah," asked Prita, hurriedly cutting off Jihan's sentence, asking her to shut up.

"Yes Ma'am. I'm the ghoib who took the soulator away. It happened just want to hangar, fitting chat with the Ma'am, ngedadak khan. I diem, like a dazed person. That's the paradoxical sign of the kerealist. But there's a skipping scene. Removed probably."

"Hhhh..!"

Taph! Tip-tiph!

Jihan touch-touch elevator monitor.

Wh-jligh..!

They were immediately taken aboard. Jihan and Prita were silent and left next door. They don't talk to each other, they're waiting.

Jihan's eyes are tailing. He seemed to want to tell a lot, but looked sad.

Prita again put on a cold attitude, crossing his hands in his focus on duty. Yang Jihan knows, the agent is enthusiastic, but now Prita who is in the Minion camp is gone. This one astraler is like harboring a deep sense of disappointment in the lusid beside him.

Smoke plumes orbited some 'bulb' rays, entered by two passengers of the elevator.

The spheres orbiting the Labyrinth, penetrated as the path of its orbit hit the bodies of Jihan and Prita. The SosCamp icon is the memory of a unit of Im V Un robot, as well as the entrance to the Server.

Where is the robot? It's been humanized in a special warehouse, has been separated from its 'hardisk. The touring event that Jihan went on that day was still very much, so did not ask more deeply about the Labyrinth.

Jihan is not so stiff anymore to explore, no longer guided jeans.

But when there's a new guy, no one wants to hear Jihan's promotion.

Prita may have been pussy about the nature they sensed.

Because the friend is still bete, finally Jihan followed quietly brought silence so.

Tegh..!

Click..! Finished lifting his passengers, loading them into the Labyrinth, the elevator came back unloaded.

In the hallway or the way to the Server, around Jihan is only a wall with six vertical rails, and is also a hex hole according to the shape of the iron-floor they are treading.

Taps! But..!

Tiddit!!

Jihan's wheels changed, the elevator moved twice as fast as the original speed. Prita was a little flabbergasted opening his arms, looking around, looking left, looking right. Jihan was asked to stop the joke.

"Ehh," Jihan said. "Yes. Roger that Ma'am."

"Lo what the hell? Where are you going?"

"Shortcut way..to the Server floor, Ma'am."

"Hhhh..! Dah I said. No need to add, Han. Elo eleven, Si Ri twelve. Hhh. Han Plis. You guys don't make me join."

Jihan doesn't chim in but looks up. Prita looked up at a layer of plastic on top of them. Neon Shining Objects were getting closer and closer, and..

Zwiiit..!! The bodies of two pajama girls erased their concrete image, Jihan and Prita became transparent when passed by ja-pin (shortcut).

"Look, under the elevator is not the other side. It's the same as I'm over it."

Prita found the iron plates that delivered them were indeed flat like the top, both floors.

Jihan further said that she had thought the elevator that is now transparent is a hydraulic machine. "Tell me, it's my favorite illusion elevator."

The elevator that was discussed, was transparent once Jihan left, getting up and penetrating to the ceiling.

"Hhh.." hela Prita, looking at Jihan for a while.

"Welcome on the server." said Jihan posing as a person in the shower, superhero-style who can suck the energy of the Sun.

BRUAKHS!!

Jehan was shocked to sniff his shoulders. He dared not look next to her, where there was no breath. That's where the sound comes from.

"Well.sori Ratu. The walls were damaged by astraler. I'm really on the Ultimate Earth.."

Sleegh!! Tlap!! Tlap up!

Tlap!!

Flakes of the wall suddenly 'parked' back cover the existing ngangga. From the size of the ball to the dust, the backfill becomes a flat and smooth wall, reverse without presenting a blower.

"Sori Mbak.." muttered Jihan in a plain hex room, no windows, or blizt, exactly a dead cage.

The set! Jehan streaked vertically, penetrating the ceiling of stealth-style hexaroom.

"You came here alone, what two?"

"Onsoul with Nautri. Is it really paradox that it just happened, Ma'am? He was very different, when we handled him."

The thin screen was being watched by the Pajama Girl; Jihan.

The student had been sitting casually on the edge of the wall that resembled the Great Wall of the Mandarin country, sitting facing the mainland, turning his back across the fortress.

"of courses. We call that a remaker aka a repeater. It's hard because he's self-taught. I call paradok because it is still ketanem bratle.

"Trus greeting nyetir in dalem nih soulator Mbak?"

"Bratles. Robots too, you know. Seeder should be slow. Gesit is so because it's been training for a long time."

The display highlights a tray-legok, or reader, CPU cabinet with a transparent photo of Riko's face.

Jihan mengernyit dahi karena tak melihat butiran cahaya di dalam reader yang sedang menjulur di slot CPU-nya. "Nih visual kamu atau secret secure, Rin? Kok gak ada soulator-nya?"

"His eyes are intact. Will lush if shot by the camera, the appearance of onlyone, Han," face Reinit, the main officer who takes care of the CPU cabinets in the room named Hisend. "It means just looking at the end of the timeline. Ray is in the visual category of will. It's fresh-time."

"Ehh, did the Queen talk to Jihan?"

"Qorin you're here. This is the Hisend I told you about. Safe level double S. Did I ban my own people from coming here?

If in the field Analog-Gue may be invisible, do not look.

I continue the language. Will emang can be used, even be a non-gruop participant, ordinary people. Paradok can, of course.

I call it taming, or noticing. Hence.. Do not use the hard way, if will destination has not been warped. Because Wil automatically nginep in the memories. Then. eventually the host becomes lusid.

There is no special technique for dapet will. Animals or cats that have ever been electrocuted can be lusid. Dreams of capital.

People with no experience of electrocution, can't see will. Intentionally electrified themselves, the expensive genset teteps are in vain.

A special experience that God fears, experience a gift. So, that's my alesan here, ngamanin lusid history that is gone. The nest was already in Reinita's hands.

I'm on server ngasisten temen. This field looks like an archive safe written by Rokib and Atid."

"Remove the end of her dream Ma'am," Prita looked at the camera, she was looking at the tica between the rows of cabinets, looking coldly at the white granules in place.

"Oh yeah. Precisely lusid dapet nge-warp will by way of memory ngedelet. No protocol, Ta? There's how. The command's name is pro-mechanism."

"So much for my memory. There, poker pokis nambah in rubber kebon. Newspaper site, titled.. Private Workswomen Write Their Last Message for Type-x" Jihan said.

"What if it were changed for the twenty-fourth century?" tawar Prita's. "The origin, Jihan the Minion khan?"

Tukh!

Jihan was about to impale Prita through her screen, a knock landing on her head.

"Ehh?" confused Jihan while looking behind her.

"Why in the hell? Hhh, hhh.. Want to destroy the server too? Hhh, hhh.. Hhh..!! Duty calling you, Lady. Hhh, hhh.."

Jihan down. The girl in front of him was still exhausted, bowing her head.

"Cell..?" jihan asked, squinted his eyes, got to know his interlocutor's clothes, then..

"Oh, astaghfirullah..!!" jihan's trunk as soon as Marcel raised his face.

Jihan finds Marcel, the Doremon Smiling, getting breathless. Face and hair of the friend covered in blood, pants plus clothes and war vest shabby, Marcel looks dirty but smells tasteless. Jihan did not care, her chest was so shocked kembis kempis.

Marcel held his shoulder, his left hand still firmly grasping the samurai sword.

"We need. elo.. Hhh, Hhh.. Onmind of Escort.. I'm waiting. at the Minion... Hhh, hhh.."

Marsel's body slowly became transparent, then disappeared without a sound.

Jihan immediately asked Qorin to park, enter his body, while descending the stone stairs. Up below, he immediately ran towards the elevator. The magic is blocked in Mainland Server, so it can't be bolted.

"Scan the transmission just now," Jihan asked, bending down one knee, ignoring the glowing on the finger that the Little Star had just entered. "Hhh, hhh, it could be, tuh scam Paradok.."

Taph! Door icon on hex port floor Jihan touch.

Processing transmission history

A.jligh! The floor slightly down put out a floating screen. Gliit..!

"Hhhhhhhhhhhh.. Go to mabes, quick to carriage," Jihan said to herself.

Pure transmission. Not included in the encryption. She's Marcelina herself

Breath had calmed down, but just as Jihan was about to touch the monitor, the elevator had already processed the name of the place mentioned.

Girl Pajamas confused to find the screen is already black no longer transparent, featuring a parachute logo.

You just put in a voice

"..??!"

Shuutt..!!!

"Yes.aaa!!"

Jihan suddenly fell down as soon as she saw her two legs were no longer on foot. The walls in the elevator hole also become blurry. Two seconds later..

Brugh!!

"Mgh..!!"

My turn

The set! The claph! On the wall of the SosCamp room, in front of the blizt, the approaching shadow immediately set the light.

The claph! The set!

Narrow-nosed! The glass of the platform was touched by the ardor that came until the light came down to grab the shadow of the pajamas.

Zhao!!

Sllpg! The new carriage door shot to the side after being penetrated by the sensor object.

Twist

Jihan floating in front of the projector table, both eyes half a watt aka sleepy face, the body looks limp, two hands and feet dangling without power

"Father knows where your mole is."

Jihan's body revealed a glow on the surface of the skin after the order was simulated.

The set!

Zwiiit..!

Jihan immediately lay down through the movements of her ghost, the Little Star darted out of her path on the skin of the girl's body.

"Mgh..!!" jihan's voice, chest like a heart jerk, both eyes immediately opened wide. "Ehh?"

After sitting down, Jihan looked right-left in front of her jeans, making the Server elevator hallway.

"Hamba passed by, brought you here. Now wait a minute."

"Where are you going Rin?" jihan asked again to see the interlocutor go to the carriage door. "I'm thirsty."

"So shall the servant, my lord. I'll get my provisions in the Nest. Wait for your drinking water."

"Hu umz," Jihan nodded.

The set! Qorin darted in the door.

The new impregnated respond. Sllpg!

Jihan let her Escort door close again. He fell down, lying down again on the floating bed. He daydreams. "Kok can, from the server to the carriage? Because of that voice?"

Though Qorin had already explained this, Jihan asked him again.

The set! Zihan already came with two boxes of water in hand.

"Hamba brought you for this Citruz," pointed Qorin, proffered to Jihan. "About three seconds for the ride home and away."

Jihan immediately opened the mini jerrycan cover, she gulped the contents.

"Missy amit. Nih Citruz, your potion in the Nest lab huh, Rin? Euu!!"

"Thus" Qorin replied as he placed the other Citruz on the projector table, letting the antenna lights on his right ear flicker. "Prita has returned to its time. Deti and Nautri are still in the lab."

"Hhh. I want to try onmind at Escort. It's tender too." Jihan's palpable to the right and left of the sprai after giving the drink to Qorin.

"You! Feels like nectar," looked at the jeans into the container in his hand, as soon as he received the container, Zihan immediately drank the contents.

"Hmm? It's bargain.."

"No. It's sweet," tell Qorin to take another sip of Citruz.

Glucose..! Gluch!

"You're not disgusted. It's me, Rin. Yes already. I'm headfirst. Internal medicine if you're in the office."

"Yes!"

Qorin found his master lying on the bed.

Zihan store Citruz next to a similar container, letting miniature carriages float. The ball is heard back. "You! Thank goodness."

Zwiiit! Qorin is reduced to a small star.

The set! The Little Star darted into his right finger.

Jihan who was holding the train stenlis, blinked her eyes. Kuping he jarred with pinky. "Internal wave is active."

Servant is in the room

"Spear cannot be silent mode. He woke me up until the ears broke gini, Rin."

There's no comment

Jihan finished her activities, silent yet monologue a word, just talk inwardly.

The alienating bubble stenlis started shooting at the puzzles, Jihan was waiting for her. He did not protest his journey for a long time because the address requested was the Minion of the 2300s.

Xmatter stock is available twice the weight. If added at a later time the transfer is not possible to wait

"Add one more time."

Status fulfilled

"How did you get out?"

Ouch, I am late to tell you. I'm transmitting your voice to Escort's mediator. Desk access can be encrypted until there is no user other than you

"Have me.. Rin."

Do you trust me, sir?

"No comment."

Bubble layer turns into dimensional pieces, many in number to become interesting views. The fragment by itself detaches from the orbit, occupying a trace or trace of the corresponding shape.

Jihan let the pieces string the space-time requested. These imaginary objects precisely buy the flat wall of a cube space. Dikepo Spear in such a way, Jihan's smile grew, looking around. Even though the balloon space already contains orange shadows of people touching. Millions of final puzzles finished 'assembling' space-time, Jihan immediately raised her two hands next to the stenlis which then disappeared after dropping off.

"Mando, in this Ard Kam. Get su sing and dimon. Sih ri Rens and nang rah," said the man dressed as a chameleon, reporting through buttons on the collar of his uniform.

"What's he talking about, Rin?" tanya Jihan looked at the Rapporteur, her two hands still stretched out in the veil of people in the helmet.

Commando, this is Guardian Camp. Target's been stopped and monitored. Clean from Fluerens and Red Yarn

"Han bi ka, yes to lo," the voice across the button, answered the report of his men.

Hold your biolet, I'm on location

"Puebi of the future?" muttered Jihan, silently looking at the faces of the people who were pointing at her.

Thus

Ckiiits..! A single wind came into the middle of the crowd, plunging a puff of dust, the gloomy-clothed long-sleeved sleeping.

In front of Jihan, the Commander moved his hand, gesturing to the people there. His men immediately lowered the weapon, while the Chameleon-clothed man, continued the command with a gesture as well, then he stood by his Commandery side.

People disperse, step them towards the four locations alias behind guard at the Minion tonight.

"Udah intervened lo." said the commander, knowing Jihan, there was a Firefly that was hovering near his body.

The command is to lift two feet

"Lo didn't sleep Nay?" ask Jihan on the Firefly.

Nekmar, Nightmare

"Dah alight, I'm Dian elo, Han."

"Are you on the ship's operation?" jihan asked without changing the position of his hand.

"Can't persuade her I'm Han. Not yet a new lusid. It's hard not protocol," Diandra's story, ignoring her jeans left.

"Day! Where's mo?!"

Diandra turned to look at the speck that Jihan asked. "His sleeping partner again."

"She's still an immortal fed up to me Yan."

"Lo no pegel?"

"Pegel," Jihan replied, the cloth of her arm covering cubit was already shriveled down near the armpits. "You huh?"

"Hhh. Ting ka wa, Lead."

"By!!" lead with respect.

"What is tuh ting-ka-wa?"

"Leave us both."

"Gue's done it, Yan. Get Nay over here."

"Gue's a nightmare. This is the place I dreamed of. Paradok elo everywhere."

"He took will the deceased. Marcel asked me to step in."

"Yes has gone down. Elo why the hell?"

Jihan massaging the shoulders. "Pegel ngurusin the relationship ma deceased. The paradox nilep soulator. You know what he's doing with Nilep assets?"

"Not yet" said Diandra. "Sanely emang. I have a memory of being in retirement again."

"My queen said that too. Uh yes. Where is Marcel? I have come, here. He was asked to raise his leg again. Khan freak jins elo tuh."

"Yes already. We're going to the PMI tent now. He just finished his business in McWell's cave."

"Mak wel tuh what? Soulator too?"

Jihan taught the steps of Diandra who had walked leaving the kitchen equipment saung, the location of the support earlier. He looked at his friend's explanation about McWell. Jihan misunderstood, because it was not about tica, was the name of the queen of mutants with DNA Marcel.

"This girl is so funny. It's not the alindatic I'm hunting.."

In the darkness one monologues over the object in his binoculars in hiding. The tool it holds is like a voice catcher as well, the user can observe while listening to the words.

The object also has a logo in the form of a ring, none other than the icon of Snail.

At the destination's parked side dish of the floating cargo, carry the carrier, Jihan finds Marcel waiting for her.

The girl Jihan found, wrapped in bandages on her head, iced up a cloth for her left hand that might have been broken.

"Sell, I think you're done."

"Gue congratulations. Again, just emotional. Severe huh?" marcel asked with a smile on his face that had been bruised.

"Lo gentayangin I fit again dying. Okay. Love me orders. It's not killing."

"Slows.. Waiting Al Hood. He's still on the external. Sam. bill.. Ughhhh!"

Marcel suddenly felt his eyes. Jihan was immediately anxious and asked while holding her nape. While Diandra went inside the tent.

"Hey.okay. Slow down the Cell."

"Gue has to. anjrit.. agh!"

"He hasn't returned to the home. The body that gives warning. Not his wounds and broken bones."

"Ehh, Brother Ririn.." look at Jihan found the face of her half-sister who had just come out with Dian from inside the tent. "Yes, Brother. How is it now?"

"Lay. He's maxing himself out. Let Dian give you a briefing."

Jihan helped Marcel sit down into a tall cage, leading the friend to walk. Arriving in the cage, Marcel immediately sat down.

"Ouch! Please, don't touch..!" pinta Marcel grimaced as Jihan's hand touched the bandage on the arm. "Thanks.."

"L-yes.. Sori," nervous Jihan. "I hear your hand."

"Aha. hahha.."

"Yes. I'm a British snazer. Sori if touch."

"Mom. I mean. Our faces are Han."

"Yes. People are focusing on watching, being thumped."

"You. me. sangar.. khan?" marcel asked as Jihan held her back, laying down.

"Gue likes the critical style of the film."