>>6307720Seriously though, you continue, that’s all she knows? Every little bit helps!
“Well…” The sorceress answers as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, “There… there were rumors… that he might not have ‘extra lives’ at all…”
You frown. Meaning?
“He’s… he can <span class="mu-i">switch</span>.” She concludes as the air around you becomes deathly cold, “It would certainly make sense–if he could merely leap to another shell somewhere else, well-”
She’s about halfway through her statement when Obber tenses up and lets the tea he’s carrying tumble to the floor with a resounding CRASH! Before she can react, the three of you freeze like deer in the headlights as a faint sound creeps into your ear from the ceiling above…
<span class="mu-i">Slithering</span>.
“<span class="mu-i">HELLS…</span>” Snarls the Sorceress, “<span class="mu-i">I didn’t even finish packing…</span>”
“We can discuss this later,” Mutters Oti as his eyes sweep the room around you, “We should go. Now.” He turns to face Toppel. “Are there any exits apart from the front and back doors to the building?”
She blinks. “There’s the sewer in the basement… And the roof–most of the surrounding buildings are close enough to levitate to…”
Wait a sec, you frown, why not just teleport? Both mages answer with a withering glare!
“It’s risky,” Toppel answers in as measured of a tone she can muster, “A mage can trace the residual magic to a general destination.”
“And a <span class="mu-i">very</span> skilled mage can trace it to a precise point.” Oti adds with a grave look in his eyes. “I’m sure those ‘TekSouls’ can manage.”
A wet <span class="mu-i">slap</span> hits a wall just outside of Toppel’s apartment. Whatever you plan on doing, you’d better do it fast…
What’s the plan?
>Hurry to the back door!>Out the front!>The sewer! Through the basement!>The roof! NOW!>Teleport!>You have a new spell–let’s stand and fight!>Distract! Someone can go out and lead them away! (Who?)>Stay Silent! They’ll think you disappeared!>Write-In! 