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Trimbault, you answer as decisively as you can while trying not to puke, <span class="mu-i">that’s</span> your next destination! Oti looks at you with mild surprise and the usual amount of irritation.
“Do I dare ask <span class="mu-i">why</span> you’ve come to that decision?”
You can’t really explain it, you explain, but you’re just… you’re just feeling really <span class="mu-i">LUCKY</span> all of a sudden, y’know? Like Lady Luck is hugging you close and letting you whisk her across the dance floor… and neither of you are about to let go!
Toppel and Oti stare you down as if you’d just started peeing out of your eyes. Does… do they… do they get you, or…?
“I don’t,” The sorceress replies with a hint of pity in her tone, “And quite frankly I’m glad… these fumes must be hitting you exceptionally hard.”
“Need I remind you that Trimbault’s an extension of Trier’s Tower?” Oti adds, not bothering to respond to your question. “We’ll be walking into the Fuuxi’s Nest even with that Glamour Spell, you know.” His eyes flicker as they dance across Toppel’s form. “Not to mention the unnecessary baggage we’re carrying.”
The look she gives him could cleave stone! “BAGGAGE!? All these years and you call me <span class="mu-i">BAGGAGE!?</span>” The ire in her expression takes a turn for the sultry as she presses herself against the Chytree’s side!
“...You <span class="mu-i">DO</span> remember how our fights always tended to end… don’t you?”
“A fit of passion,” He grumbles, “And that’s precisely how I’ll end this fleeting little partnership if you continue to cling to me like that.”
“Give up the tough act, Oti… you <span class="mu-i">missed</span> this–I can <span class="mu-i">smell</span> it~”
Nausea creeps up your throat as Oti avoids her gaze with an irate grumble–whether it’s them or your rank surroundings remains to be seen, but one thing’s for certain: if you don’t move soon you’re gonna <span class="mu-i">RALPH!</span>
You’re going to Trimbault, you repeat with renewed resolve, and that’s that! There’s no telling what Trier’s got cooking for you… and you haven’t even heard from the Spicys yet! Once they catch wind of you being here in Umberal…
Crud, what if the others are in trouble?
“They’ve a Skog, a Demon, and a Dreg among their number,” Oti replies in what you assume is supposed to be a placating tone, “Not to mention that Spinner Girl of yours. Those of her profession, and I use that term lightly, tend to be harder to kill than a Matured Fuuxi Nest.” His glittering eyes shift over to you. “They’ll be fine.”
He doesn’t exactly exude bedside manner, but something about Oti’s certainty is infectious–continuing along the pristinely-kept metal causeway, you soon find all of your worries fading away like, well… crap in a sewer!
Gotta say, you mutter as you plug your nose even harder, this sewer seems a lot less nasty than the one in Crossroads…
>CONTD.
