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The unease grows into a chill as you almost feel the fortress, well, staring <span class="mu-i">back</span> at you. Hey Ly, you mutter, not taking your eyes off of the flying eyesore, what do you think ole’ <span class="mu-r">TIM’S</span> up to right now anyways?
“Plottin’. Cacklin’. Rattlin’ his bones menacingly.”
You’re being <span class="mu-i">serious</span>.
“Ya know, cup, dat’s been botherin’ me…” Muse your bones as you feel a shiver run down your spine. “What <span class="mu-i">IS</span> dat’ bag of bones up to, I wonder?”
<span class="mu-i">Something</span>, you growl, channeling your best hard-boiled TV detective. He <span class="mu-i">has</span> to be. If he’s been stuffing chunks of his own power into these cronies you’re taking down, you’d think he’d be a little more peeved than this!
“Right?” Ly agrees, “It’s like da’ guy’s playin’ Chess, yea? But he’s lettin’ us take every piece! Well, not <span class="mu-i">lettin’</span> us, course, but I <span class="mu-i">have</span> been noticin’ a lack of fist-shakin’ and evil speeches…”
Okay, cool, you reply with a sigh of genuine relief, you were worried you were the only one thinking that! Does… does Ly think he’s just, y’know, <span class="mu-i">incontinent?</span>
“Nah,” Your skeleton replies with absolute certainty in his voice, “Dis’ guy’s been ali-well, <span class="mu-i">UN</span>alive for too long ta’ not have a plan–hell, didn’t Syb mention he was beaten before?”
You respond with a shrug–you haven’t read the first few threads in ages, so for all you know <span class="mu-r">TIM</span> can actually be, like, your dad at this point and you’d believe it!
“Yea, I doubt dat’.” Ly sighs as you drum your fingers on the armrests. “I’d wager da’ creep’s up ta’ somethin’, but I couldn’t tell ya’ what… but if I <span class="mu-i">DID</span> have to, it probably has ta’ do wit’ all dose bones an’ <span class="mu-b">LIFE ESSENCE</span> his goons were gatherin’ up…”
You blink in confusion. Come again?
“Remember dat’ giant tube when we peeked in on his fort?” Your bones ask. “It was a couple stories high, at least–full of bones and magic…”
A frown darkens your lovely freckled face.
“They were shippin’ bones around too–loadin’ trucks at da’ <span class="mu-g">FACTORY</span> when we made our escape.”
The frown deepens.
“Look, just take my word for it, alright? Point is: he’s collectin’ stuff. Bones, Magic, nothin’ good.”
Yep, you nod, pretending to remember, but the question is: what’s it all for?
“Sure… dat’ an’ how’s he gonna use it? An’ <span class="mu-i">when?</span> Time’s runnin’ out.”
Yea, you snicker, for… <span class="mu-s">HIM!</span>
“Dat’s what I meant, yep.”
>CONTD.
