>>5323901“Wait, <span class="mu-i">seriously</span>?” Art asks, barely stifling a snicker. “That stream-”
“Hmm… you want the novice to be more affectionate… and to have a bigger chest… and a, what is this, '<span class="mu-i">PC Port of Alchemical Beauty Rina: Beach Boogaloo?</span>” Continues the witch as she turns her attention to Art. “And you,” She adds, turning towards Syb, “Hrm… respect? Admiration? And a bigger chest? Tch, typical novices…”
“Hey, knock it off, freak!” Talbot roars! “You can’t just dig into people’s thoughts an-”
“World domination… a strong, fertile mate… ah, and a bag of gravy-flavored chips... Wait, no, that was the <span class="mu-r">TRASH PANDA.</span>”
As all eyes fall upon her, Lil’ Stanley responds with a sheepish shrug.
“Right, as for the oaf…” The witch concludes, “A jetpack… mother to be cured… oh!” She exclaims with a malicious grin on her face, “And St-”
“That <span class="mu-i">DOES</span> it!” Snarls Talbot as he scoops up a hunk of debris in his tentacles, “It doesn’t matter what the hell you want–by the time your demonic sugar-daddy gets here there’s barely gonna be enough of you left to fit in a dustpan!”
Chucking the scrap at the witch, the janitor’s jaw drops as it bounces off a transparent bubble around her!
“Very valiant for someone who still harbors the lich’s essence within him.” Sighs the High Scholar as you watch the debris fall to the floor. “Tell me: would you prefer <span class="mu-i">I</span> destroy your little ‘<span class="mu-i">friends</span>’, or would you care to do it?”
Narrowing her glowing eyes at your ex-bodyguard, the witch grins once more in amusement! “Trust me on this one: you do <span class="mu-i">not</span> want to be here when <span class="mu-r">THE DWELLER EEN THE DEEP</span> arrives–whoof. Nasty stuff.”
“Hate to interject,” Teevor interjects, peeking out from behind everyone else, “But she’s correct–<span class="mu-r">THE DWELLER IN THE DEEP</span> is known to be rather ravenou-”
“<span class="mu-g">LAY CUSTODIAN TEEVOR…</span>” The High Scholar remarks, watching him with a mixture of surprise and irritation, “I believe I ordered you to dispose of these preemitive's remains.”
“Y-yes, well,” Stammers the lay custodian, “I, well, <span class="mu-i">we</span> did some talking, and I’ve chosen to, well-”
“Ah.” The witch remarks with a knowing nod, “I was merely jokink before about ‘<span class="mu-i">catching the stupid</span>’, but you somehow managed to turn it into a reality. Well done.”
“S-see, <span class="mu-i">that’s</span> it right there!” Teevor roars with renewed aggression in his timid voice! “You act as if you could do all of this without us! I’m <span class="mu-i">sick</span> of it, Izitha, and if this is how change will occur around here, then… then so be it!”
>CONTD. 