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Question Number 1, you hiss as you raise the corresponding finger in the golem’s face, who the hell does she think she is, anyways?
“My, my… wherever did my <span class="mu-i">manners</span> go?” Replies in a voice <span class="mu-i">dripping</span> with unamused sarcasm, “As fascinatink as it would be to observe you coming to your own conclusions, your brain scan data just feenished processing… I’ll attempt to speak more <span class="mu-i">slowly</span>.”
Ignoring the snickers from behind you, you respond with your trademark frown–is she gonna tell you or not!?
“I,” the voice begins in an annoyingly clear voice, “am <span class="mu-g">IZITHA REMORANAH TENATEAH: HIGH SCHOLAR OF ATLANTIS INSTALLATION #446753.</span> Don’t bother repeatink the name–you’ll hurt yourself.”
Oh no… she’s <span class="mu-i">RIGHT!</span> As you quickly go through the name a few more times in your head, you feel a sharp pain in between your brain’s few folds! Is… is she a <span class="mu-i">SIDEKICK?!</span>
Wait, no… you’re just coming to a realization. False alarm, people. Sending an unsure glance between the golem and your friends, you ask the question burning inside of your head:
Is she… the <span class="mu-r">SEA WITCH?!</span>
“... yea, <span class="mu-i">wow</span>, a leetle surprised it took you that long to feegure out…” The voice replies in a derisive tone. “There are some that call me that, yes–usually mouth-breathing preemitives that steel cower at lightning and require chokeenk hazard warninks on their toys.”
You can’t help it if those blocks look so damn tasty, alright!?
“Focus, cupcake.”
Yea, yea, you mutter under your breath, you’re gettin’ there! So, you segue, placing your hands on your hips as the scanning laser continues doing its thing, she’s the <span class="mu-r">LIEUTENANT,</span> huh? You thought she’d be a lil’ <span class="mu-i">bigger</span>, but here she is piloting a robot barely bigger than Gus!
“Stan, she isn’t inside the golem…” Sybil whispers as she rubs her temples in embarrassment.
“Leesten to your stupid friend, <span class="mu-i">stupid</span>.” The voice adds in a haughty tone.
“<span class="mu-i">S-stupid?!</span>” Sybil growls, eyes flaring up with anger and shock! “Y-you’re speaking to a fellow practitioner of the <span class="mu-b">ARCANE ARTS,</span> High Scholar! Y-”
“Yes, yes, we’re all <span class="mu-i">very</span> impressed, <span class="mu-s">novice.</span>” The voice interrupts dismissively! “Allow me to guess: <span class="mu-b">THREE DAILY SPELLS? FOUR, PERHAPS?</span>”
The Goth’s reply dies halfway out of her throat. “Y-yes, w-well-”
“<span class="mu-i">Adorable</span>.”
>CONTD.
