There was one thing that Vic was thankful for at this moment: Despite his Overclocking, no one seemed to really care of take notice. The main downside of it all? ONE person took extreme notice... and who would that be? “I’d been wondering…” Of course it was Arcturus and ready with a camera. Before Vic could really do anything with that, she was gone, scurrying off with glee. A sharp sigh escaped his lips, as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Welp... there goes that..." he muttered, reaching his his pocket to grab some of his ibuprofen. A headache was coming on, he could feel that for sure. Overclocking wasn't for the faint of heart, he knew this risk, but he had no other choice in that moment. Once he popped a couple, Vic pulled his sunglasses out and tossed them on. It wasn't the best kind of way to hide an identity, but it was better than nothing. Most likely one of tonight's stories: "Breaking News... Identity of Scarlet City's Tech Hero Revealed!"... Guess it was bound to happen eventually. he thought with a shrug. Nevertheless, he figured he'd see what the big deal was a bit further away from him. All he knew was the context clues he had: A person had fallen unconscious, had a nose bleed too. Vic approached the group surrounding the unconscious person, though almost immediately something jumped out at him. Two things in particular... He stared at this person long and hard, glancing at his phone some, but try as he might... he couldn't find any information on the database he had. Nothing... zero... That was already puzzling and disturbing to see, but the next thing he happened to notice was... "No wounds of any kind..." Vic muttered, examining the best he could. He wasn't a doctor by any means, but he knew at least what to look for in regards to wounds... since he had to check himself constantly for any if they came up. "We need to get them off the floor... can some of you help me get him onto one of those card tables?" he asked, having a few decide to help him out and move the unconscious person on the table. He did notice some from the G3 contingent had some concerned looks, but yet... no one identified the fallen person. It was puzzling... Right now, though, Vic had to contact someone in regards to this person. Of course, it was the people who ran this place. "Tidebinder, Legion... got a small situation here. Have someone here that fell out and is unconscious... can you see if the security cameras saw anything out of the ordinary with it?" Tidebinder doesn't seem to respond, which was no surprise, but Legion did. "I see who you're talking about, but it's weird. I don't see anything on the cameras." "Nothing? So they just fell out? Damn... if anything I was hoping your eyes might've caught something." Vic nodded, surprised that Legion's eyes didn't catch anything. "Next question, this person doesn't match anything on any database I have present access to... is that the same for you?" "I should be more precise," Legion said. "I do not see them on the cameras right now, even though I should." Vic's eyes widened for a moment, finally understanding what Legion was talking about. "Wait..." He glanced at the unconscious person and then back in the direction of one of the cameras. He slowly waved his hand a bit. "Don't mind me, just trying a slight troubleshoot... tell me you see me waving." "I see you." "And you don't see the..." he pointed at the unconscious person on the card table. "Not going to lie, it'd be hard to miss..." "Not on the cameras." "Then we can rule out a potential glitch... But million dollar questions are... who is this person? Why can't you see them on the cameras? And... what made them fall unconscious?" Vic muttered to himself, but was still spoken aloud to where Legion could hear. This was puzzling, moreso than he was expecting. Just who was this person??

Damn .. I really wonder who will I vote for ..... so unpredictable .... [My nominations] Jumpluff  Venusaur Appletun Gourgeist Shiinotic Vileplume Anyway I really hope another grass type will win this tournament for the third time in a row !

The color of the sky was just starting to change when Chris, Lana, and Ziun stepped out of the portal -- out of the dungeon -- and back into the real world. Again with the healing tent, again with the aches and pains, but they were alive and that was what mattered. Chris might have reflected more on his teammates -- Lana, for her part, seemed willing to accept the status quo, at least for now -- but “dark” was coming and Chris still had preparations to make before… before whatever was going to happen at the docks happened. As things were, Chris tried to slip away without attracting too much notice. His teammates knew about one of the families after his head, hopefully they wouldn’t mind too much. He didn’t take the direct path back to the Drooling Dragon either. He needed to go back eventually for all sorts of reasons, but some paranoid instinct told him the obvious paths would all be watched. So he went in a more circuitous direction, even taking the time to stop by the docks and scout the location while there was still daylight, just so he knew what he’d be looking for when it went away. What was the weather going to be like tonight? Chris thought. Would he be able to see? Eventually, though, Chris arrived back at the inn. The crowd inside was as busy as it always was, but Chris managed to find a spot at the bar where Hector could see him and waited his turn for attention. When he got it, he asked, “Anyone been looking for me while I was out?” The question was secretly two questions, and he trusted Hector enough to piece together both of them. The first was the double-checking on his pursuers kind of question. They’d shown up to the Drooling Dragon once already, and it was only through Hector’s will that Chris hadn’t been found the first time. But that wouldn’t mean they wouldn’t try again, and it wasn’t like Chris hadn’t made even more enemies in the meantime. The second kind was, well, the plan he had told the undine woman. As much as he wanted to involve as few people as possible, Chris was not going to be able to dispel the lodestone or whatever it was by himself. So he’d needed to find someone who both could do that and wouldn’t ask questions. If he was really lucky, they’d also know what was up with the ring he’d just got. But one thing at a time. He also made sure to order food where he could. It was sure to be a long night.