>>5306452“In conclusion,” The witch finishes with a resigned sigh, “This proposal is the best chance you have of completing your mission. You <span class="mu-i">do</span> want to complete your mission, don’t you?”
Hell yea you do, you snarl, but you’re not gonna do all the heavy lifting! If you’re gonna play by her rules, and that’s a <span class="mu-i">BIG</span> if, she’s gonna need to help you out!
“Yes, yes, I’m well aware of that…” Scoffs the witch with the tone of an annoyed parent, “You humans are always dying in remarkably <span class="mu-i">stupid</span> ways… it’s a wonder your race made it out of this preemative mud puddle you call an ocean…”
“Can you help us or <span class="mu-i">not</span>?” Art snaps, causing Izzie to pause a bit.
“Of <span class="mu-i">course</span> I can, <span class="mu-i">stupid</span>.” She snaps, quickly regaining her composure. “All security countermeasures and staff beyond the quarantine zones will most likely be compromised–that said, I can provide you with a sentry or two that’s been doubly-warded against demonic possession–it won’t <span class="mu-i">remain</span> unpossessed for long, of course, but it will hold for a time.”
“And what about <span class="mu-i">us</span>?” Art asks as her statement sinks in. “What’s stopping <span class="mu-i">us</span> from being possessed, exactly?”
“You’ll be provided with similar wardink, of course.” The witch coos. “Again, eet eesn’t permanent, but it will hold.”
“For a time.” Sybil murmurs under her breath.
“Precisely.” Izzie agrees. “Though if my hypothesis is correct, Stanley, you won’t have much to worry about on that front.”
You respond with a snarl! What’s <span class="mu-i">that</span> supposed to mean, huh?
“You appear to be ‘<span class="mu-i">possessed</span>’ already.” The witch explains. “Not entirely, of course, but this ‘<span class="mu-i">Ly</span>’ entity you have might provide some interference between you and <span class="mu-r">THE COLLECTOR’S THRALLS.</span> Most of them prefer to eat mortals, however. Also my scan detects that you smell of <span class="mu-r">CINNAMON.</span>
“Hey, yea,” Talbot remarks as he raises an eyebrow your way, “I was wonderin’ about that too. What’s the deal?”
“Well as any <span class="mu-i">non-</span>preemitive knows,” Answers the witch, “Demons <span class="mu-r">LOVE</span> cinnamon, especially cinnamon sugar.
“So does that mean Stanley will be able to pass unharmed?” Sybil asks as confusion seeps into her pale face.
“No, <span class="mu-s">NOVICE,</span> eet means they’ll be too busy tryink to <span class="mu-i">eat</span> her to possess her.” Izzie groans. “<span class="mu-i">Please</span> try to keep up.”
“So,” Art remarks as Sybil silently fumes next to him, “We just need to stick with Stan and we’ll be alright?”
“You won’t be <span class="mu-i">possessed</span>, probably.” Shrugs the golem. “You might get eaten though. Not that I mind, of course–I win either way.”
Well ain’t that just <span class="mu-i">peachy/i]?
>CONTD.</span> 