>>6314935“They fixed her, of course,” Toppel adds as she wanders back over to Oti’s side tail-a-waggin’, “But the sheer pain from her teeth being embedded into her eyes left her in a vegetative state!”
Okay this itching is getting <span class="mu-i">really</span> outta’ hand
“And Obber <span class="mu-i">STILL</span> went after her, didn’t you!?”
Another click.
“Guh, now I remember why I fixed you,” She growls as Oti quietly drifts away from her. “Hells, and don’t think I didn’t notice your antics when we were sharing that damned apartme-”
Hey uh, not to alarm anyone, you begin as alarm slowly creeps into your voice, b-but should you be worried if you feel, like, an itch?
Oti frowns. “That’s normal, you buffoon. Itches are cau-”
No, you persist as phantom hands slowly knead your flesh, but, like, what if it starts as an itch but then feels like someone’s picking at your ski-
“Ugh, quit being so <span class="mu-i">DRAMATIC!</span>” Groans Toppel with another roll of her eyes! “<span class="mu-i">I’VE</span> been feeling like this isn’t a Gla at all since you roped this mess, but do hear <span class="mu-i">ME</span> complaining?”
Err, y-yea, you fi ck as your nses cut in a t as if th re attaed to a light switch, y
“Nt mour,” i ts, earni a shoed glare from the ur sorcss, “it”
Snatched out of reality like a loaded nacho at a frat party, you’re yanked into immateriality once again! Round and round and round you go, where you stop nobody knows!
Bouncing back and forth like a squirrel on a roller coaster, you feel the very fabric of your being unravel as if some mischievous extradimensional youth was picking at your seams! W-wait, you sputter as they take your words too, y-you need those!
Minutes pass as you begin to wonder if you’ll ever rematerialize at all! It… it can’t end like this, you think as you feel your arm dissipate like bubbles in a deep fryer, there were so many things you wanted to do!
… Phrasing! Th-there’s a bunch of things you wanna do! Not just to Tzah-Tzie, okay!? Y-you meant other life things! Honest!
As if responding to your plight, the aether sets you down as gently as the aether can: by unceremoniously tossing you onto your face onto an unfamiliar floor!
As you struggle to find your bearings, you quickly realize you aren’t in Umberal anymore–in place of crisp, cheery-scented mountain air is now thick, almost soupy humidity that immediately adds a layer of sweat to the already-sweaty T-Shirt you’ve been wearing under your robes and Leather Armor since Thread 1!
The distant ‘plink’ of condensation onto the rocky surface and the echo that follows tells you all you need to know: you’re in a cavern, that’s for sure, and despite it all your teeth are exactly where they’re supposed to be!
Thank God for <span class="mu-i">THAT!</span> Hugging the floor with a relieved smile, you indulge in a quick little lie-down… wherever you are, at least it’s saf-
“<span class="mu-i">AHA!</span>”
>CONTD. 