>>6316347“THAT’S NOT THE ISSUE HERE!” Toppel snarls, tail whipping back and forth like a scythe! “I told you to put a <span class="mu-s">GLAMOUR</span> on me! Not… not <span class="mu-s">THIS!</span>”
You’re almost afraid to ask, but you do it anyway: what’s the problem <span class="mu-i">now?</span> The girl bristles at your question like an angry Pomeranian!
“<span class="mu-s">HE</span> is!”
You’re well-aware, you retort, but what <span class="mu-i">specifically</span> is the problem? And does it have to be addressed when you’re in some seedy back alley?
“As I was <span class="mu-i">trying</span> to explain before our mutual associate appeared,” Oti interjects with the tone of an impatient school teacher, “If you haven’t already forgotten: you are currently being hunted by Umberal’s ‘law enforcement officers’, and I use that term lightly.”
He’s not wrong–you’d nearly forgotten with all the crazy crap you’ve been dealing with, but the Teksouls <span class="mu-i">did</span> raid Toppel’s apartment…
“So,” Oti adds, “I transmogrified you and your… <span class="mu-i">brother</span>... to assist you in an expedited and unimpeded escape.”
The anger fades from the Durher’s orange eyes as a low click leaves her brother’s beak! “... E-escape…?”
“Our mission to Trimbault has concluded. Your assistance is no longer needed.” Oti decrees, no doubt doing so with some poncy, dismissive flick of his wrist, “If you’re too much of a buffoon to dispel the magic yourself I’m certain any number of mages could assist you. Far from here, of course.”
“Typical Oti!” Snarls the simmering sorceress, “Poof back into my life with zero explanations, and then boom, you’re gone again!” Her topaz eyes narrow in defiance! “You’re just trying to get me to leave, aren’t you!?”
“Yes.”
“W-well too bad!” She counters with a triumphant laugh! “M-maybe I’m safer in a larger group! We haven’t been picked up by the Tekkies yet!”
Not for lack of trying, you think to yourself as you feel a fresh headache coming on.
“Besides,” She adds with a haughty ‘<span class="mu-i">hmph</span>’, “It’s not your choice to make! It’s <span class="mu-i">his!</span>”
Anxiety wells up in your gut like a volcano getting ready to burst as you feel her eyes fall upon you. H-hang on-
“Your continued presence shall only endanger our endeavors.” Oti counters as his eyes flare up with arcane energy! “Leave while this conversation is still pleasant.”
“MAKE me!” Toppel hisses through clenched teeth as she too lights up with magic! “I know loads about your ‘endeavors’! And the Spicys! Bold of you to assume <span class="mu-i">YOU’RE</span> not about to be kicked out!”
Obber clicks in despair like a child watching his parents argue leaving you in charge of, well, whatever the heck this decision is!
What say ye?
>Leave, Toppel.>Stay, but you’re staying transmogrified!>You can stay, fine…>Both of you can hit the road!>Oti, you can go, dude.>Stay Silent! They’ll think you disappeared!>Write-In! 