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Well, you repeat, your answer i-<span class="mu-s">KSSSSSHHH!</span>
“Could you repeat that?” Darby asks as Denise mutters something off to the side. “I didn’-”
<span class="mu-s">BBBRRRSSSHHH!</span>YOU’RE-<span class="mu-i">KRSZSSHHHH!</span>
“I can tell that you’re ju-”
<span class="mu-s">BRRRSSSZZZZ</span>OH NO HE’S BREAK<span class="mu-i">KSSSSSTTTS</span> UP! YOU’LL HAVE T<span class="mu-i">BBBSSSSSSHHHH</span>ATER!
“... Just-”
<span class="mu-s">KKRRRSSSSSSHHHH</span>
“ALRIGHT, we’ll talk about it later!” Darby roars, abandoning his calm, erudite demeanor from before! “Good <span class="mu-i">LORD</span>...”
Neat, you chirp, shooting Syb a thumb’s up, and uh, sorry–you were heading through a, uh, <span class="mu-r">SEA TUNNEL!</span> Spooky!
“I’m sure.” The professor mutters, clearly unimpressed. “Well in that case, Stanley, I’ll give you back to your friend… I’m sure you have plenty of work to get t-”
Wait a minute, you snap, the connection’s back again! What a <span class="mu-i">relief</span>, right? Say, since he’s still got a little time on his hands…
“... I actually <span class="mu-i">do</span> have a few jobs to complete around campu-”
Don’t interrupt a lady–it’s <span class="mu-i">rude</span>. As you were <span class="mu-i">saying</span>, he really oughta tell you a little bit about <span class="mu-g">FAERIES–</span>any deets he can share on them?
The line goes eerily quiet–no professor, no whining Denise, not even a paper fluttering in the breeze–you’re just about to smack the <span class="mu-g">RADIO</span> against the wall a few times when you finally get a response.
“I… I don’t <span class="mu-g">k</span>now anything about them, act<span class="mu-g">u</span>ally.”
What a lousy excuse of a professor! Dude talks your ear off about magic and Atlanta, but can’t say anything about dumb ole’ <span class="mu-g">FAERIES?!</span>
“... Sorr<span class="mu-g">y</span>.” Replies the voice, “The less said about them <span class="mu-g">th</span>e better, really.”
“<span class="mu-i">STAN.</span>” Sybil hisses with a fearful look on her pale face, “Drop it!”
Drop <span class="mu-i">what?</span> You just wanted to ask a so-called <span class="mu-i">EXPERT</span> about friggin’ <span class="mu-g">FAERIES.</span> What, are they gonna get pissed or something? <span class="mu-g">FAERIES FAERIES FAER-</span>
<span class="mu-g">”IES. You want to talk about FAERIES.” Confirms Darby’s voice. “We can tell you all about FAERIES, Stanley. Let’s talk about FAERIES.”
The water around you goes thick with clouds of green. Is uh, is his RADIO okay? His voice sounds a little different.
“... We have a sore throat. Let’s talk about FAERIES.”
… Okay!</span>
>CONTD.
