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Oh, uh, just one more thing, you answer as you send a grateful smile Volka’s way, let the record show that in this state there’s <span class="mu-i">NO</span> way our pal Volka here is lying!
“That… doesn’t make sense.” Shrill-Voice counters.
Yes it does!
“Mhmmm… thash’ a biiiiiigg pastry…”
… A-anyways, you add, they can send her on her way… after you do <span class="mu-i">THIS!</span>
You go for a headpat until you remember The Skog is easily almost twice as tall as you are! Err, <span class="mu-i">ACOLYTE!</span>
“Y-yes, Anomaly!” Aile sputters as he rushes to your side, “What is your command?!”
Wait, that actually worked? Err, a <span class="mu-i">stool</span>, you bark, sending the mage scurrying like a magic-wielding mouse, chop chop!
“... You don’t have to take commands from an Assessee, Acolyte…” Mutters a dumbfounded Sultry when the eager acolyte comes rushing back with furniture in tow!
Aile takes it like a dog caught peeing on the new rug. “Oh, erm… a-apologies, Assessors…” You, however, have already scaled the stool to deliver a much-deserved headpat! Making contact with the musclebound madam’s thick mane of hair, you try not to slip off of your perch as she leans into your touch like a cat!
“<span class="mu-i">Ehehehe~</span>”
“Alright, alright, enough petting the witnesses…” Grumbles Principal as The Skog’s tail thumps against the ground with glee! “And step aside–don’t want to teleport your hand along with her.”
Yea, no thanks! Dismounting the stool, you listen as Volka’s steady, if not somewhat loud, snoring disappears in a snap of magical energy! Hopefully she’ll get a good night’s sleep…
“So concludes witness testimony!” Shrill-Voice exclaims, yanking your attention back towards The Council! “With the information provided, we The Assessors are prepared for deliberation!”
“Sentinel, you are dismissed.” Sultry adds, prompting an already-quiet Oti to, well… continue to be quiet! “Acolyte-”
“YES, Assessor?!”
The Assessor in question takes a long, steadying breath before delivering her request. “Please take The Anomaly back to the holding cells.”
Just so you’re clear, as Aile approaches you from behind, how long does this deliberation stuff take, usually? You’ve got a cat to take care of!
“We do not take these matters lightly,” Replies Principal with a shrug in his tone, “But we also wish to respect the time and schedules of our Assessees.”
“We shall render our verdict within the month.” Shrill-Voice concludes before a befuddled grunt leaves her unseen lips! “Oh wait, the Sorcerous Soiree is coming up… ah yes, we’ll have an answer two months from now. Thank you for your patience~”
Their response smacks you in the face like a pop-fly ball at a baseball game–a slow arc followed by a sharp, painful landing! H-hey, you sputter, so does that mean they’ll bring you back in two months, or-
“Acolyte,” Sultry repeats in a less-sultry, more stern tone, “Cells. Now.”
>CONTD.
