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You let your head rest against the cold, hard metal as you carefully weigh everyone’s words. Heading directly back to the safehouse, let alone going after Anton, could be risky–the ambush made that clear as crystal. With Trier’s Teksouls and assassins working in tandem, you’re not even certain you can lay low anywhere anymore… but the fact that they didn’t just blow you up on-sight means they must still be trying to maintain a level of subtlety… right?
Tzah-Tzie, you begin as you continue to mull over things in your head, you wouldn’t happen to know where we could find some good food, do you? The Durher’s puzzled blink is overshadowed by your sister leaping to her feet!
“<span class="mu-s">MEAT! LET’S GO SOMEWHERE WITH MEAT! BET UMBERAL’S GOT FOOD TA’ DIE FOR, RIGHT!? RIIIIIGHT!?</span>”
“Errr… w-welll…” Stammers the Spinner as she looks to you and Rezzie for assistance, “I, uh… look, do we really wanna go out for lunch when-”
We did our part on the ‘antique’, you calmly explain as you sit up to face the girls, now it's up to the craftsman to deliver–any attempt to check in would undo what we just did.
Your eyes sweep over to Volka, the Skog trying and failing to keep her tail from thumping excitedly against the roof of the train.
If we’re still being tailed, you continue, you don’t want to lead anyone to anything sensitive… So why not grab some lunch?
TT opens her mouth to object, but relents when your words hit their mark. “... Yea… yea, that makes sense.” Clearing her throat, the girl’s eyes light up with renewed enthusiasm! “In THAT case, I know <span class="mu-i">JUST</span> the place!”
Volka’s tail breaks free of its will-imposed prison. “OOH! What’s it called!? Is it a stew joint!? Skewers!? Ooh, what about <span class="mu-s">BAKED MEAT!?</span> Juicy and glazed…”
“Ah-ah-ahhh~” Chides the Durher with a wagging finger in her tone, “It’s a <span class="mu-i">SECRET!</span> Wouldn’t want anyone following, would we?”
Your sister calms down, if only just a little bit. “Right… right, you’re right…” Her big yellow eyes hop over to the pensive-looking devil further down the cart. “Whaddaya say, Rez-Rez? Fancy sampling some of the local culture?”
“Tch… ‘<span class="mu-i">Culture/i]’. THAT’S a stretch…”
Sounds like a ‘Yes’ to you. So, you remark as you turn your attention back to TT, where to?
“Well the first step,” She begins as she steals a sidelong glance off the side of the train, “Is getting off this thing…”
Joining her on the edge of the train, you let out a low chitter as you hurtle through the ‘City of Tomorrow’ at breakneck speed…
You hope Anton hasn’t run into any problems yet…
>CONTD.</span>
