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You scarcely have a hold on Denise’s arm before it slips between your fingers! Drenched in sweat, your hand is powerless to grab on again as the scientist tumbles back into the cell! Does she need a <span class="mu-i">towel</span> or something?!
“<span class="mu-i">Y-yes please…</span>” The scientist mutters from the floor! “<span class="mu-i">Th-thank you, Stan…</span>”
Tossing her one of your <span class="mu-g">SPARE WETSUITS,</span> you kneel next to Denise while she begins dabbing herself with the swimwear. So there’s a chance she can <span class="mu-b">FORCE TALBOT TO DO HER BIDDING,</span> huh?
“<span class="mu-i">W-well, n-not exactly…</span>” The scientist sighs. “<span class="mu-i">I-In Talbie’s prior form the device sent a set of SPECIFIC INSTRUCTIONS to his mind–i-if they were t-too vague or complex, well…</span>” She shrugs. “<span class="mu-i">I-If he’s back to normal levels of cognition and comprehension, it w-would most likely not be as effective…</span>”
You’re not exactly sure if Talbot currently qualifies at a ‘<span class="mu-i">normal</span>’ level of cognito and whatever the other word was, but it’s worth a shot, right?
“Fun as dat’ all sounds, aren’t ya’ a little curious about dat’ <span class="mu-b">TRACKIN’ DEVICE</span>, kid?” Ly asks, jogging your memory once more! <span class="mu-i">YEA,</span> you snarl, what’s the deal with the <span class="mu-b">TRACKY</span> thing? He used that to find you before, right?! That really peeved you off!
“<span class="mu-i">I understand your fr-frustration!</span>” Denise whimpers as your expression darkens! “<span class="mu-i">W-we calibrated it to h-hone in on a specific font of WILD M-MAGIC… AND A VI-VISUAL AID…</span>”
Your fingers subconsciously begin to drum on your folded arms. <span class="mu-i">What</span> aid, exactly?
You know the answer already, of course–why <span class="mu-i">else</span> would Talbot be able to track you down? Sure enough, your predicted answer leaves Denise’s trembling lips:
“<span class="mu-i">O-of y-you…</span>”
<span class="mu-s">DANG IT!</span> Does this mean Talbot’s got a bead on you 24/7!? Even <span class="mu-i">NOW?!</span>
“<span class="mu-i">I-Is…</span>” Denise whispers, shooting you a sideways glance, “<span class="mu-i">Is th-that r-really a b-bad thing now, th-though?</span>”
Is it?
>OF COURSE IT IS! YEEEUCH!
>IT’S NOT A GOOD THING! YOU DON’T WANT HIM HAVING TABS ON YOU ALL THE TIME!
>I MEAN… IT MIGHT BE KINDA HANDY. STILL A BIT WEIRD, THOUGH!
>TALBOT AS YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL? THAT UH… THAT SOUNDS OKAY…
>FLICK HER FOREHEAD! QUIT ACTING WEIRD, NERD!
>WRITE-IN!
