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Not looking to be swept into a power struggle, you redirect Rezalith with a ready reply: she’s got some keen senses–does she notice anything amiss? The devil answers with a spirited scoff!
“Pfft! ‘<span class="mu-i">Amiss’</span>! The only thing ‘<span class="mu-i">amiss</span>’ is you strutting about like you’re in char-”
So no then, you reply with a halfhearted shrug, it’s okay–it’s hard to do that with such a big crow-
“HEY! If anyone was watching us <span class="mu-i">I’D</span> know it!” The demon interjects with renewed fire in her eyes! “And <span class="mu-i">NO</span>, I don’t sense anything ‘<span class="mu-i">amiss</span>’!” Rezzie finishes her statement with a sigh and a pout! “Of course, if I could <span class="mu-i">fly</span>-”
Nuh-uh, you interject as you try not to react to a group pushing past you, remember what we agreed on:
“No eating The Snack. <span class="mu-i">FINE.</span>”
No, you sigh, no flying unless we’re attacked. Rezalith’s eye twitches. “... Yea, that too.”
Just think of it this way, you add with a glimmer in your eye, the more vigilant you act, the more likely it is you’ll be able to fly and maim our foes, right? A particularly wicked grin slips onto Rezalith’s sullen face.
“Ho ho ho… bold of you to assume I’d leave them <span class="mu-i">maimed</span>...”
It was a gamble, but it seems to pay off–from that moment on the devil spends her energy watching your perimeter and everyone near it like a Tiijhek on the hunt… which, as far as you’re concerned, is fine by you!
So, you remark as you slow down to keep pace with Volka and TT, any thoughts on who to speak to about our… <span class="mu-i">project?</span>
“Oof… I didn’t wanna mention it, but…” Tzah-Tzie begins as she leans down from Volka’s shoulder with a hushed tone, “I’m not sure how we’re gonna do this without arousing suspicion…”
You answer with a curt nod. For every ten pedestrians around you there’s at least one TekSoul–some striding through the crowd like ghosts, others merely lurking along the walkways with their eyes glowing menacingly in the darkness. You’d have to be a special brand of fool to assume Trier isn’t already keeping tabs on your group, and if he sees you commission a wartime-era anti-magic bomb?
You’ll need to be subtle, that much is certain, but subtlety won’t help you track down someone eager to put together a bo-<span class="mu-s">OOF!</span>
Something short and fuzzy bumps into you from the side, spilling what sounds like a tower of parcels all over the walkway! Your left claw immediately leaps to secure your bell pouch–the other catches the collider mid-fall eliciting a quiet ‘oof!’ from her lips!
“Oh no… <span class="mu-i">OH NO!</span>”
Scrambling to retrieve the packages before they’re trampled, the girl is taken somewhat off-guard as you and Volka swoop in to assist!
“I’m so sorry!” She stammers as you gather up the missing cargo much to the chagrin of the pedestrians around you, “I didn’t know I was so close to the edge of the conveyapath an-”
>CONTD.
