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Characters: Hojo, Zack, Cloud, Maya, Phoenix, Miles, Dias, Isaac, Ashe, Yaten
Content: The crew stops in Muspelheim for the night
Setting: Morem o Lisboa
Time: Very early Saturday morning(as in one or two AM)
Warning: None yet


Hojo was quite suitably miserable by the time they got back into the domes of Paixao. Sitting upright, especially when shoved into a rather small space, was not at all good for his wounds(he was beginning to think a few ribs had been fractured on top of everything else) and the ride back had brought on his motion sickness very close to full force. On top of all that, it seemed as though all the running around in freezing rain he'd been doing for the past week was finally starting to catch up with him, in the form of what promised to be a very unpleasant cold.

Almost everyone in this motley crew of people was in need of a place to stay the night, so they didn't go too much further than the gates of Muspelheim before they sought out a hotel. Unfortunately, it seemed the only one in the area was the Morem o Lisboa, a decidedly expensive establishment. Hojo hardly noticed where they were at this point, though, scrambling to get out of the buggy as quickly as he could manage once they'd come to a stop. Being cramped for so long while on the verge of either falling apart or vomiting was doing more than bothering him by that point.

...And it was STILL raining. Hojo managed a scowl; he didn't think he'd been properly dry since he arrived in this forsaken city.

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Dias, fortunately for everyone involved, couldn't hear Edgeworth's expression of gratitude, being a bit too far away and preoccupied with wringing excess water out of his cloak(not to mention that it was difficult to hear anything over the protests of the hotel staff about the water all over the floor, protests he was currently ignoring). If he had been able to hear it, he probably would have commented that most of them had been pretty useless - himself included, however reluctantly; he knew he COULD have made himself extremely useful but he'd never really had the opportunity to do so - with the most useful member of the rescue party having been entirely uninvited and long gone. Although Dias had NOT appreciated the interference of that arrogant, silver-haired brat into what had been a job with far too many people to start with, he knew when to give credit where credit was due, and Riku had certainly accomplished the most of any of them.

Not a bad fighter, either...perhaps the next time they ran into each other, assuming there was no more pressing business at hand, Dias could fight the brat. It had been a long time since he'd met anyone who could challenge him, and Riku had shown enough skill that a fight between them just might be interesting...

But he was getting ahead of himself. First things first - getting dry and getting a decent night's sleep. Edgeworth didn't seem nearly amoral enough to slip off during the night without paying him(not to mention nowhere NEAR stupid enough, because a person would have to be exceedingly dimwitted to cheat Dias), so that was all right. Anyway, half, if not more, of their little group seemed ready to keel over with exhaustion as it was, so there wouldn't be much point in his staying awake.

Dias saying 'good night' would be far too much to expect of him. After one brief glance around at their group, he checked the number on the key he was holding - 316 - and headed upstairs to find the corresponding room, leaving Maya to follow or not as she chose.

He probably ought to check with Alphonse and the others with his journal, make sure nothing had happened to them in his absence...he could only hope Yuna's judgment of Tidus being the best guardian from their own world had been correct, if there were perhaps other things like Hojo lurking in Paixao.