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Isn’t it obvious, you ask with a twinkle in your eye! <span class="mu-i">HER</span>, of course! She’s the one who knows the most about this magical hoodoo, plus you can always count on her to pull you out of the fire! Unless she goes berserk again… Or passes out… Or is too busy making out with Art…
Yea, now that you think about it-
“<span class="mu-i">NOPEDIBS</span>” The Goth snaps, shoving the <span class="mu-g">DEVICE</span> down her sweater! If she thinks that’s gonna stop you, you growl, she’s got another thing coming!
“Focus, Stan. I don’t disagree with your decision, but I recommend you keep your eyes peeled for a <span class="mu-b">MAGICAL CRYSTAL</span> when we set out again–even the smallest protection can perform miracles-”
<span class="mu-i">Relaaaax</span>, will ya? You’ve got one more <span class="mu-r">LIEUTENANT</span> left and she sounds like a total <span class="mu-r">NERD–</span>how bad can things get? Sybil responds with a long, hard stare. Penny for her thoughts?
“... Art told me what happened in the <span class="mu-g">MINES,</span> Stan…” She replies as she crosses her arms over her chest. Oh. <span class="mu-i">That</span>.
“I won’t bother lecturing you anymore,” she says, glancing around the room as a concerned look appears on her face. “But I will say this:” Your bestie looks you square in the eyes, lips pursed as if holding something in. “Please, Stan… <span class="mu-i">please</span> be careful. If not for you, then for us?”
You can’t help but avert your eyes at her sudden concern. Jeez, you mutter under your breath, you have <span class="mu-i">one</span> little close call and everyone gets all sappy! Who asked them anyw-
Before you can finish your prickly rant, your friend wraps you in a warm embrace. “I’ll take that as a ‘<span class="mu-i">yes</span>’, then.”
Fine, you grunt as The Goth presses your cheek against her chest, but no promises!
“Deal.” She giggles before releasing her hold on you! “Seriously though, Stan: <span class="mu-i">change</span>. You’re starting to resemble a dust bunny.”
You were <span class="mu-i">getting</span> to it, okay? Tromping over to the chest of drawers, you begin the slow process of rooting through them all for something to wear. Any suggestions before she runs off?
“Nothing too ostentatious, please–we want to defeat our enemies. Not <span class="mu-i">dazzle</span> them.”
Why not both, huh?! The purple-haired girl ducks out the door before you can get an answer. Hey!
>CONTD.
