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Eiji "Gin" Mishima

"..." Although he was quiet the whole way in, Gin was fully attentive now that they'd reached the park. He'd had a lot to think about this last week, and even now he wasn't sure what to tell his "Little Sis" when she asked where her silver haired home-stayer had went. He had gotten the picture, but it was still a bit too harsh of a reality for him to let soak in, and now he found himself about to lose another comrade. "Hey, keep your head in the game. If you want to help her, you just need to stay focused. Isn't this the kind of guy who'd like to get in your head?" Gin asked and warned to Allen a bit sympathetically, though it would take quite a bit of explaining to show him how similar their circumstances were right now. He'd never been good at reaching out to people anyways, but hopefully those few words would help him avoid a trap or two now that they were here.

Zazi Pazzia, Eccentric Sociopath

A sharp hiss echoed as the intercom online, and immediately a familiar voice caught the SEES-2 team's attention. "There you are, weellcome, welcome honored guests! Don't forget your tickets!" A buzz to the side might have startled a few as tickets suddenly jutted out of the ticket booth, and there standing in the window was a figure pale and white, staring at them like a ghost. Despite it's ghastly visage though, the figure of a man stayed still, and as mind stopped racing they might notice that it was solid, and wore a name tag just like park staff, only the expression was still empty. And that's when it hit them; this was one of the Apathy Syndrome victims, people who had cruelly had their Shadows torn away, and now became lifeless and frail. "Don't stare, he's quite self-conscious! Or at least he was, before I took his consciousness! HA! This entire park is manned and operated by the useless garbage that failed my experiments, so feel free to kick 'em around a little if you want!" Suddenly lights flickered on nearby, and on either side of the group of teenagers were people wearing clown masks, a large crowd hidden in the shadows of the entrance way all meant as a particular greeting to the individuals. A large screen nearby suddenly flickered to life, and there sitting in a chair with a fire burning behind him, in what could pass for a cozy little cottage from only the small view they had was Zazi with tea and a monocle, all full of laughs. "Fiinnnally! Honestly I thought you'd have her locked in an institution when she started singing Friday, but you've come after your little friend, have you? Well she's right here." Suddenly a figure plopped down in his lap on the screen, and there was their long lost teammate! Arms wrapped around the middle aged man, and he snickered at the look that reflexively took most of their faces as they sized up her new appearance; white pasty makeup, a colorful ensemble, Ellen had transformed into something that looked like a bizarro version of Harley Quinn, which only served to allude to the madness of the place. "I must say, getting called Mr. Z makes me feel a bit old, but she's LOADS of fun! Ah-ah, no sudden movements now!" Zazi warned, as they likely felt the urge to chase the clown down building already. "This is an amusement park right, so how about we have a little fun? I'll wager you can't reach me, and if you win you rescue the girl and maybe even get to take a swipe at your old pal Zazi, hm? But if you lose, I take your life! wuahahaha! The laughter was nauseating, and the clown knew that every fiber of his being must have caused untold levels of irritation in them as he continued to stare through the lens, bemused by their plight and the fact that they'd come so far for a dear 'friend'. "I'll get you started, shall we? What's as tall as a roller coaster, as fast as a roller coaster, the highest point in the park and lets you see my office? NO CHEATING!" All at once the park began to light up, just as the monitor shut off, and suddenly the area where Shadows had once claimed a victim saw life rise again as rides began to move, and concessions opened, all while the same overture of music bit at their ears. With the lights now on, many more people were visible, as an all too still mascot stood nearby wearing a large gopher costume, and the nearby rollercoaster's line curved back and forth through the railings meant to stop jostling between park attendants, but no movement was to be seen from the near lifeless bodies, people in everyday outfits from business suits to school uniforms, even a few children amidst the mix, all with the same blank expression that came to those who were victims of Tartarus and the Dark Hour.

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