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Still fueled from your climb, you have no problem sidestepping the attack! Feeling a force akin to a wrecking ball rush past where you were just standing, you barely react as you respond with a smug laugh!
Boris, you smirk as you turn to face your co-worker, you were wondering when he was gonna show up…
“Parble.” Purrs a familiar snide voice, “You’re beginning to make a habit of exceeding my expectations.”
“D’oh maaaan, I TOTALLY whiffed that one, huh~”
Whirling around, you find yourself staring at a mountain of servos and armor topped with a pair of cheerful eyes hidden behind a familiar gas mask/helmet combo. Sheepishly rubbing the back of her helmet, BEA steps aside to reveal CURT BLACQUIERE hovering above the center of the platform with one arm calmly tucked into the small of his back.
“That you did… though I’d be remiss not to attribute some of it to Stanley’s growing skills.” The mage replies with a hint of bemusement in his stern tone. “A shame you never stopped by for that consultation, Parble.”
So much for PYRAMID POWER, huh? Why’d he even bother getting his little club to put that barrier around THE LODGE anyways? Crossing your arms around your marrow-covered chest, a cheeky grin forms on your face. Or did BORIS think that all up for them too?
“Nothing so jejune as that, I’m afraid…” Curt shrugs with a nonplussed look on his face, “Ponderosa… Bruckmann… they had their uses, but I’m certain even YOU’RE aware that there are greater powers at play here, yes?”
You blink as confusion starts to make itself comfortable in your head. The hell’s THAT supposed to mean?
“Use your head, Parble.” The mage tsks disapprovingly, “A necromancer older than most CIVILIZATION comes to Clearwater and your first instinct is to DESTROY him? Can that mush in your primitive skull even begin to fathom what knowledge he could impart on the right disciple?”
“Not to mention that sweet, sweet im-mor-tal-i-ty~!” Croons Bea as she mimes a chef’s kiss in front of her respirator! “Talk about benefits, huh, Stan?”
So what, you respond with a frown forming on your face, they’re WORKING with him?! How batshit ARE they, anyways?!
“A small price to pay for eternal life.” Shrugs Curt as a crackle of MAGICAL ENERGY pops idly from his outstretched hand. “But there’s one more ‘i’ to dot before then, Parble: a trifling matter involving that WILD MAGIC you’ve been cultivating in your body.” Extending his hand your way, he makes a beckoning motion with his pointer finger.
“Surrender it to me.”
How do you respond?
>SO YOU’VE BEEN PULLING THIS SHIT FROM THE BEGINNING, HUH?
>THIS WILD MAGIC–WHAT’S SO SPECIAL ABOUT IT?
>HOW CAN HE TRUST TIM ANYWAYS?
>BEA, YOU DON’T REALLY BELIEVE ALL THIS, RIGHT?
>SCREW IT–SUCKER PUNCH THESE CLOWNS!
>WRITE-IN!
