>>6154402No one hinders you as you take your leave–jury’s still out on whether that’s a good or bad thing. Whistling a jaunty tune all the while, you kick open the front door with an exultant breath of fresh, booze-scented air!
“<span class="mu-r">Get a taste of THAT, ey, kid?</span>” You roar to yourself, the passerby on the street politely continuing on their way on the assumption that you’re schwasted, “<span class="mu-r">Fresh air for a fresh world! Don’t get much-a that in Chaa’tai, no siree! Though I guess the burning corpses smell kinda fresh!</span>”
Laughing at his own joke, you take a few steps down the street before you take control again: Hold on, you say, startling a Mox as he staggers past, you had a deal: he had control until you left the bathhouse! Time’s up!
“<span class="mu-r">Well shoot, ya’ got me there…</span>” You grumble with a defeated sigh, “<span class="mu-r">But I still got a little time before my influence fades… say, why don’t I help ya’ track down those lovely lady-friends of yers? Boy, you know how to pick ‘em, Ant!</span>”
While Red’s power could certainly help you track them down, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t still a little shaken by his treatment of the lobby man… and who’s to say he isn’t just looking for more ways to stick around in your body? Seems like he can only really take over if you’re incapacitated… and even then it’s temporary…
“<span class="mu-r">I mean it, kid, I’ve been leafing through your thoughts a bit since I uh, took up shop, and lemme just say: utterly <span class="mu-i">DEPRAVED!</span> You’re gonna fit right in to Chaa’tai once ya’ kick the tumbleweed, ya’ sick bastard, you!”
What do?
>Sure, gimme a hand!>Nope, a deal’s a deal!>I have a question, actually…>Write-In!</span> 