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Avery counted the number of people passing by through a half-lidded gaze, labeling them as they passed by. There were the newcomers, confused and tripping over their feet. There were the somewhat newcomers such as himself, who were used to the sights and smells (not that there really were any at all) of the Stratos. Then there were the people who were at the tippy top of their sparkpoint. Those were the easiest to notice; they almost looked like blurs, and no matter how hard you squinted their features would never really "come into focus". Last but not least there were the ones who had hope. Avery was ashamed to say that he had previously been one of few who believed that they could someday find out about their past lives. Everything that went through their heads were only useless, dumb, and impossible thoughts.

Finally getting tired of his little game, he pushed himself off of the brick building he had been leaning against and began to make his way out of the brightly light town. During his week long stay in Stratos, he hadn't made many friends at all. It appeared that having friends wasn't exactly the highest priority here. Just about everyone including himself generally stood by themselves, walking around aimlessly without any means of a destination.

Sure, he had given up on the idea of finding his past self but that didn't mean he wanted to sit around and do nothing. Seeing he really had no one to talk to, he had made up single-player games for himself. His favorite game was to sit around the town, giving people names as he saw fit. A lean, blue-eyed blonde would be Elizabeth Taylor, and a big lightly shaven muscular man would be Johnny Brown. For now, he would enjoy himself by giving any newcomers a hard time. For no reason in particular, he found some satisfaction in playing around with the newer ones. As he sauntered up the grassy hill however, he noticed something was different.

"Hello? If either of you are alive..or..well..dead, and can speak, give me an aye!" he called out, spotting two girls just ahead of him. They looked as if they were companions or friends of some sort. He felt as if he had seen the Pink-haired one around town sometime before, but the other one was most likely a newcomer.