>>5312192“Oh good.” The security goon sighs as relief creeps into his voice, “I mean, I don’t know why I’d be worried what with you guys… uh…”
Art’s voice trails off as something in your gaze changes. What <span class="mu-i">about</span> us, you ask in a grave tone.
“Y’know…” Art mutters as he cautiously steps through a verbal minefield, “You uh… you two just… <span class="mu-i">vibe</span> well together… being, uh… <span class="mu-i">janitors</span> and all.”
Oh! Well he’s not wrong there, you nod as you watch Lil’ Stanley pounce on the janitor’s face. Except for the name, that is–you’re <span class="mu-b">EVENING SANITATION COORDINATORS,</span> dumbass!
“R-right…” Art nods as he gently smacks his hand against his mask-covered forehead. “Totally slipped my mind.”
Well <span class="mu-i">anyways</span>, you continue in a chipper tone, you have your volunteer already! Snapping your fingers a few times, it takes a few tries before you realize your golems aren’t programmed to follow your usual means of summoning people. Calling to Vivaldi, you can’t help but grin a bit as the stone servant trudges over and awaits your command. You could get used to this!
“The golem, huh?” Art asks, tapping his foot in thought. “Guess it could work.”
He guesses <span class="mu-i">right</span>, you growl, because <span class="mu-i">you</span> chose it! Pointing Vivaldi in Syb’s direction, you order him to protect Sybil and help her out! With nary a nod or a response, the sentry immediately gets to work vaporizing rubble with a ray of light shooting out from where his eye is! Seeing his comrade get to work, Ernesto looks your way expectantly. Don’t worry, bud, you’ve got work for him, too!
Turning your attention back towards the raccoon attack in progress on the ground, you break it up by giving Talbot’s writhing form a few light nudges with your boot. Get up, dork, you grunt, you’re going on an <span class="mu-i">adventure</span>.
“Ngh,” Grunts your ex-bodyguard as he slowly peels Lil’ Stanley off of his scratched-up face, “What uh… where are we goin’?”
Over <span class="mu-i">there</span>, you reply, jabbing a finger towards the bulkhead at the end of the hallway. Motioning for Ernesto and Art to follow, the latter pauses for a moment to wave to the still-digging Goth. “Hang tight, Syb! We’re checking out the exit!”
“Mhm! Yep! SUPER!”
Letting his waving hand fall back to his side, the Rent-A-Cop falls into the group with a ‘<span class="mu-i">hokay then…</span>’ under his breath.
Good ole’ crazy Sybil!
>CONTD. 