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You give your friends a resigned shrug before nodding at the golem’s proposition. Fine, you spit, you’ll do it… but that doesn’t mean you’re gonna like it!
“I deedn’t give you the task so you could <span class="mu-i">like</span> eet, <span class="mu-i">stupid</span>.” Replies the witch in a smug, oh-so-superior tone, “but congratulations are een order: that’s probably the smartest deceesion you’ve made all day!” She pauses. “Perhaps in your entire life. Hard to tell with you preemitives…”
Yea, yea, you snarl, you get it already! Just remember though: a deal’s a <span class="mu-i">deal</span>!
“Yep,” Talbot adds as a menacing grin forms on his face, “We get to meetcha face-to-face once we handle your little demon problem!”
“Oh don’t worry–unlike you cretins, <span class="mu-i">my</span> brain is still working at peak efficiency.” The witch sneers. “I haven’t forgotten the conversation we had, what, six and a half seconds ago?”
The golems turn around before you can get the last word in. “Now stay close, if you please–there’s a <span class="mu-g">TELEPORTER</span> in the next room over, but I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourselves along the way… which reminds me,” she adds as the sentries march towards what you assume to be the room, “Please don’t touch or eat anytheenk on the way over, no matter how, ugh, <span class="mu-i">pretty</span> eet looks.”
“And here I was thinking you <span class="mu-i">wanted</span> us to die…” Art scoffs as he and Syb bring up the rear.
“Of <span class="mu-i">course</span> I do, stupid, but I’d be pleased as punch if you could remedy the, eherm, <span class="mu-g">TOTEM</span> problem first.” Explains the voice as your little entourage turns a corner. “Or at least kill a demon or two first…”
Trotting behind the golems like a kid on a field trip, you can’t help but frown as you all approach what appears to be just another dark, marble-like wall ahead. Maintaining their speed, the sentries barely slow down as the wall splits into several individual glowing cubes! Sliding out of your way, you and your team enter a small, circular room dominated by something resembling a high-tech lily pad lined with countless tiny veins–each one pulsing with magical energy!
“And here we are: one of the many administrative teleporter chambers scattered around the facility. Eempressive though eet may be, please try not to drool or cry on any of the equipment. One magical circuit ees worth more than your entire preemitive race’s net worth, and yes, I’ve calculated that.”
“How, exactly?” Art asks as he sends an usure glance around the room. “Sounds hard to quantify.”
“With <span class="mu-i">SUPERIOR INTELLECT,</span> stupid. Now quit trying to understand–you’ll give yourselves headaches.” Posting themselves in front of the gap in the wall, the sentries go into some kind of ‘hibernation’ mode as the cubes rebuild the wall they emerged from!
“Aaand there goes your chance to change your preemitive minds… bye-bye!” Coos the witch’s now-disembodied voice.
>CONTD.