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Friendly or not, you reason as you thoughtfully rub your chin, you don’t wanna make waves here–best to go in quietly and get what you want!
“... dat’ bein’ da’ <span class="mu-i">food</span> inside, right?”
… shut up, Ly. Turning to face Sybil, you give your pale-faced pal a nod–alright, sexy, let’s <span class="mu-i">DO</span> it!
“Right!” Syb says with a grin before taking a few steps back! “Have Ly find me once you’ve procured a vessel–we’ll be nearby in case anything happens.”
“How, uh…” Mitzi begins as she sidles up next to you, “How long do these disguises last, anyways? I’ve spent a long time working on this image, y’know.”
“A little over an <span class="mu-b">HOUR</span>--maybe more, maybe less.” Mutters Syb as she sticks her tongue out in concentration. “Depends on my concentration… speaking of…” She mutters, blue flames slowly flickering to life within her eyes, “Try not to distract me–the spell’s perfectly safe, of course, but if I mess up-”
“Mess <span class="mu-i">UP!?</span>” Exclaims Talbot with an incredulous look on his dumb face, “Wh-wh-what’s <span class="mu-i">THAT</span> supposed to mean!?”
Shut <span class="mu-i">UP</span>, dumbass, or you’ll mess <span class="mu-i">HIM</span> up, you snarl as Sybil continues to chant under her breath. Exchanging one last glare, your view of your fellow Evening Sanitation Coordinator is suddenly obstructed by a thick plume of blue smoke! Sucking in a bit in surprise, you end up stumbling out of the cloud coughing and wheezing like your granddad used to do! Halfway through covering your mouth, however, you notice some big changes in your hand–namely that in place of endearing freckled skin are pale yellow digits sticking out of a long leather coat!
“<span class="mu-i">Voila!</span>” Decrees Syb with a triumphant grin, “Not my best work, but…”
But it’ll do, you finish as you check out your new look! Clad in a pair of red and white striped breeches and two ragged old buckled boots, you’re especially impressed by the bare ribs hanging out of the front of your coat! Neato!
“You can say that again!” Following Mitzi’s voice, you find yourself standing face to face with a <span class="mu-r">SKELETON PIRATE</span> clad in knee-high leather boots, dark patchwork pants, and a low-cut blouse held on by a tight embroidered corset! It’d be a bit more impressive if Mitz had skin right now, but you can certainly appreciate the attempt!
“Well?” She asks, striking a roguish pose. “Not <span class="mu-i">too</span> distracting, right, Stan?”
“N-nah…” Grunts Talbot as he examines her new look from top to bottom. She was talking to <span class="mu-i">YOU</span>, dick!
“Okay…” He drones, still spellbound. Rolling your eyes, you wrap your bony arm around Mitz’ and make for the restaurant entrance!
“Remember to disguise your voices!” Syb warns as the two of you tromp with purpose towards the source of the intoxicating scents! “And <span class="mu-i">PLEASE</span> try not to get distracted…”
If you ain’t out in five minutes, you reply, call the president!
>CONTD.
