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In <span class="mu-i">part-ticular’</span>, huh? Rubbing your chin in thought, it slowly dawns on you that you never really asked that professor of the occult anything while you were up at the university. You blame all the drama Eddie and Tucker caused.
… the giant mutated sea critter colosseum fight might have distracted you too.
“<span class="mu-i">S-Stan?</span>” Denise whines, soundly yanking you back into reality. “<span class="mu-i">D-did I say s-something wrong again? Oh sh-shoot…</span>”
Not <span class="mu-i">yet</span>, you snap! There’s certainly quite a few things you wouldn’t mind asking about-<span class="mu-g">THE FAE,</span> <span class="mu-r">LICHES,</span> <span class="mu-b">HAUNTED MUSEUMS, MAYBE…</span> There <span class="mu-i">is</span> one thing linking them together, though–one that you can’t seem to get away from no matter how much you ignore it.
When you meet up with your fellow geeks, you instruct, see what you can get out of them about <span class="mu-g">WILD MAGIC–</span>where it comes from, its effects on people, treatments, the whole nine yards!
“<span class="mu-i">W-wild magic…</span>” Denise repeats in a serious tone. “<span class="mu-i">C-consider it done, Stanley! I-I’ll be wr-writing a dissertation on th-the phenomenon by the t-time you c-call agai-</span>”
Super, you interrupt, but try to, y’know, <span class="mu-i">simplify</span> it a bit, yea? F-for the <span class="mu-i">other</span> gang members to read, that is!
“<span class="mu-i">Mhm!</span>” Agrees the scientist on the other end! “<span class="mu-i">A-and don’t worry–I-I’ll dig up s-some information on At-Atlantis too! Oh!</span>”
You nearly sit up. Oh?
“<span class="mu-i">Err, n-nothing! J-just approaching a ch-checkpoint…</span>” Denise replies, anxiety building up in her voice! “<span class="mu-i">C-call us l-later, okay? I sh-should have some more intel b-by then… a-and I won’t acc-accidentally call you at a b-bad time!</span>”
Very considerate of her. Drumming your fingers against the side of the radio, you take a deep breath before asking Professor Venaas one last thing. Denise?
“<span class="mu-i">Y-yes…?</span>” She replies as you hear the van pulling up to something.
Errr, you grumble, thanks. For, uh… doing this.
“<span class="mu-i">Wh-why of COURSE!</span>” Oh no, she’s <span class="mu-i">chipper</span> now. “<span class="mu-i">D-don’t mention it, Stanley! R-really-</span>”
Alright, you won’t! That’s all for now, then, you reply before she can get another word in! <span class="mu-i">CIAO!</span>
Fleeing to the safety of another channel on the radio, you let loose with a long, contented sigh as you put the device away and sink deeper into your chair!
“<span class="mu-g">MAGIC,</span> huh?” Ly remarks as you watch the docks grow smaller in the distance, “I’d be lyin’ if I said I weren’t curious about it too…”
That’s why you asked, you shrug! Whatever the hell it is, you’re affected by it, apparently. Couldn’t hurt to get a little more dirt on it!
“I hear dat’.”
Soaking up a few more rays of sun in blissful silence, by the time your eyes open again from beneath your sunglasses your vessel is <span class="mu-i">much</span> closer to <span class="mu-g">PITCHFORK ROCK!</span>
But, y’know, not close <span class="mu-i">enough…</span>
>CONTD.
