>>5306446Not satisfied with her answer, Talbot stomps over to your side and jabs an accusatory finger in the golem’s blocky chest! “What the hell are you saying, huh? That we only got down here cuz’ you <span class="mu-i">let</span> us? Yea RIGHT!”
“Yea,” The voice echoes in a matter-of-fact tone, “<span class="mu-i">Right</span>. Were the research base operating at peak capacity, under <span class="mu-i">my</span> guidance, of course, we wouldn’t be havink this conversation right now.”
“Sounds <span class="mu-i">great</span>.” Art remarks, earning a long, hard stare from the golem.
“While I’d much rather be dissectink your mangled corpses right now,” the witch continues, “recent circumstances have forced me to think ‘<span class="mu-i">outside the box</span>’ as you preemitives say. Simply put, I have need of your… <span class="mu-i">abilities</span>.”
The room goes silent as you, Talbot, Art, and even Syb exchange a puzzled glance before exploding into raucous laughter!
“Oh boy, here we go with the laughink again…” The witch sighs as you double over in mirth!
“Is.. is dis’ broad <span class="mu-i">SERIOUS!?!</span>” Ly howls as Art starts smacking the floor with his palm! “She… she wants <span class="mu-i">OUR</span> help!?”
“Yes, ‘<span class="mu-i">Ly</span>’,” answers the High Scholar with renewed irritation in her voice, “that ees exactly what I want. And once your master stops laughing like the nose-peeking simpleton she ees, I’ll happily explain why… well, not <span class="mu-i">happily,</span> but…”
Okay, okay, okay, you wheeze, shaken out of your mirth by the witch directly addressing your skeleton, how the hell did she do that, anyways? And… and what makes her think she can order <span class="mu-i">you</span> around, exactly?
“I’m the <span class="mu-b">HIGH SCHOLAR…</span> and I’m the <span class="mu-b">HIGH SCHOLAR.</span>” She replies in a matter-of-fact tone. “Now listen closely, preemitive… you stand to gain quite a bit from what I’m about to offer…”
Having fully recovered from your laughing fit, you stumble back to your feet and give the golem an appraising glare. Okay, Izzie, you snap, what’s this opportunity all about, huh?
“As I’m sure you <span class="mu-i">haven’t</span> already surmised,” explains the witch, “thees facility is under <span class="mu-r">LOCKDOWN.</span>”
“It uh… it <span class="mu-i">does</span> seem pretty abandoned for an evil lab.” Talbot remarks as he glances around the generator room. “And I’d know!”
“I’m sure you would, <span class="mu-i">traitor</span>.” The High Scholar spits. “I don’t want to hurt your small brains with too many big words, so I’ll be brief: a few days ago a promising test in our <span class="mu-g">TELEPORTATION LABS</span> resulted in some, well, unforeseen consequences.”
You blink. Did she... did she ever play that ga-
“No. No I deedn’t. Now <span class="mu-i">focus</span>, stupid.”
She’s missin’ out, that’s all you’re sayin’!
>CONTD. 