>>6164211<span class="mu-b">Two Minutes Later…</span>
“Okay, color me disturbed.”
Both girls are rendered speechless after your play-by-play of your escapade at the Swoos Lounge, not that you expected any different. So yea, you shrug, you’re uh… that’s the way it is…
“Question.” TT asks as she puts down her instrument. Shoot, T! “What did the, erm, well-endowed Durher have to do with the story?”
You wanted to be <span class="mu-i">honest</span>, okay!? If you omitted that part then you’d be obfuscating the truth… and you’re not gonna hide anything from them!
“I just… I can’t believe you almost <span class="mu-i">DIED</span>, Rook…” Mutters Volka with her head hung in shame! “If it wasn’t for this Red guy you’d… you’d be…”
Oh god she’s starting to sniffle! L-look, you interject, it’s okay–you’re fine and-
“It’s <span class="mu-s">NOT</span> fine!” The Skog snarls as she jerks her head up to face you! “TT and I got distracted… and that nearly got you <span class="mu-i">KILLED!</span>”
TT opens her mouth to say something, but the sentence dies in her throat as a look of realization plasters itself onto her face. Did… did she not consider that until now?
Before you can ponder it further, Volka rises to her usual intimidating height with an even more disconcerting glare on her face! “And this ‘friend’ of yours… when you die he-”
He’s got you, you nod. That’s your understanding of the situation, at least.
“And he’s gonna give you some deals?” Adds TT with growing concern in her voice! “For more ‘oomph’?”
Mhm, you nod again, but he said they were optional, so-
Volka shifts around, her massive boots grinding the alleyway’s dirt and grime. “Ant, I… I know you’re not gonna like it, but I gotta suggest it:”
Steeling yourself for whatever hare-brained scheme the Skog has, you motion for her to continue. And then say ‘go ahead’ when you remember she can’t see your hand gestures!
“It’s… it’s a long shot…” She begins, her big yellow eyes filled with uncertainty as they flit around the alley, “But what if… what if we asked the Temple for help?”
You blink. Then blink again. Then once more for good measure.
The people you <span class="mu-i">hid</span> from? The people they all say will go all ‘Spanish Inquisition’ on you if they find you? <span class="mu-i">THAT</span> temple!?
“Yea, no offense, Volkie,” Grumbles TT with a sour expression forming, “But that sounds like a crummy idea…”
>CONTD. 