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“Careful now, Stanley.”
<span class="mu-s">Blub.</span>
Wrapped in your <span class="mu-g">SEA CLOAK,</span> The Goth leads you through a forest of coral and explosive ordnance while your pet watches wide-eyed from the gossamer garment’s folds. It took you a few minutes to get the hang of it, but after floundering and slapping the surface for a few embarrassing minutes, you finally managed to make your way down to your pal!
… <span class="mu-i">all</span> the way down. <span class="mu-i">MAN,</span> it’s deep!
“Still don’t get why we didn’t put a wetsuit on, though…” Remarks your skeleton as he floats alongside you. You’d be happy to tell him if you didn’t have a damn <span class="mu-i">AIR TUBE</span> stuffed in your mouth!
“Aha! Take a look at this!”
Motioning you over, Sybil gently grabs your floating form and angles your face towards the sea floor–yep, those are some cool sea cucumbers…
“The <span class="mu-i">TRACKS</span>, Stan.”
Oh, <span class="mu-i">THOSE!</span> Blinking from behind your mask a few times for good measure, you recognize what she’s talking about almost immediately–embedded along the ‘<span class="mu-i">path</span>’ you both found are several pairs of what appear to be some kind of boots–military, from the looks of things.
“Military, I believe.” Sybil remarks as Lil’ Stanley dares to dip her paw through the bubble surrounding them and into the water! That’s what <span class="mu-i">you</span> sa-errr, what you <span class="mu-i">WOULD</span> have said!
Before you can investigate further, the three of you instinctively freeze up at the sound of a motor overhead–until you remember what it belongs to.
“I hope they don’t run into any trouble…” Sybil remarks as far above you an object the size of a thread of yarn pushes mines out of the way of the boat. “The mines might just be the start of our problems…”
“What da’ heck are we even lookin’ for here, anywho?” Ly asks as the tiny boat disappears into the distance above, “Some kinda sealab or somethin’?”
“Hard to say… without guidance from the other teams we’re flying blind. If I had to guess, however, I believe we should be looking for a large ruin of some sort.”
Yea, you blub, and wasn’t there supposed to be some kind of <span class="mu-g">TOTEM?</span>
“Sorry, Stanley–can’t quite understand.” The Goth interjects, pulling Lil’ Stanley back into the cloak as she nearly leaps into the water. Just forget it, Syb–at least <span class="mu-i">YOU</span> can hear you!
“Huh?”
SHHHH!
>CONTD.
