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It takes you a minute to find an appropriate answer. What’s on your mind? That’s what <span class="mu-i">you’d</span> like to know! Glancing out the window at the rolling waves around you, you can’t help but drift back to the call you made to the <span class="mu-g">UNIVERSITY–</span> the one that went, well…
<span class="mu-g">FUNNY.</span>
“It almost went <span class="mu-i">fatal</span> too, not dat’ you seem ta’ remember.” Ly scoffs as a fresh scowl forms on your face. “First ya’ make static sounds until da’ professor hangs up, an’ den’ ya’ nearly waltz right into a trench–didja forget <span class="mu-i">gravity</span> works when we got dat’ <span class="mu-g">CLOAK</span> on, Stan? Because if we gotta’ fall to our deaths, I’d like it to at <span class="mu-i">least</span> be above sea level–underwater is… it’s just <span class="mu-i">embarrasin’</span>...”
Hey, it’s not like you <span class="mu-i">TRY</span> to get killed all the time, you snap! You were-
“I know, I know,” your bones interrupt, “in another <span class="mu-b">FUGUE STATE.</span> Good thing Syb had dat’ <span class="mu-g">REMOTE GIZMO,</span> otherwise we’d look like a spilled pan of lasagna right about now-”
It wasn’t a <span class="mu-b">FUGU STATE,</span> though, you counter! You got contacted again! By <span class="mu-i">THEM!</span>
“Aw cripes, cupcake, <span class="mu-i">please</span> don’t say what yer’ about ta’ say-”
Yes, Ly, it was the <span class="mu-g">FAERIES</span> again! And they’ve got one more <span class="mu-b">JOB</span> for you!
“I knew it. I <span class="mu-i">KNEW</span> it.” Your skeleton mutters as he borrows your head to give it a good shake, “Stan, dese’ fairies-”
Are <span class="mu-s">REAL</span>, you hiss as you glance around the room for anyone listening in! They’re real and they want you to do something at that <span class="mu-b">TOTEM</span> down in the <span class="mu-g">LAB-</span>
“Oh I <span class="mu-i">KNOW</span> they’re real, Stan.” Ly says as he lets out an exasperated sigh. “We’ve had some delusions in our time, but dis’? Dis’ is gettin’ too constant ta’ be made up…”
Your eyes light up with glee as his words sink in–he believes you?! He believes you!
“Yer’ talkin’ to yer’ own skeleton floatin’ above <span class="mu-g">ATLANTIS</span> while some <span class="mu-r">OLD, DEAD BASTARD</span> is tryin’ ta’ take over da’ town wit’ an army of <span class="mu-r">SKELETONS.</span>” Ly replies. “Given all dat and all da’ new powers I’ve gotten outta’ nowhere, <span class="mu-r">FAERIES</span> don’t seem dat’ farfetched anymore.”
So, you stammer, still giddy from someone actually believing you, wh-what should you do? If you do the last task you’ll get some kind of <span class="mu-b">JOB</span> in their, uh, ‘<span class="mu-i">organization</span>’,”
“An’ if ya’ don’t den’ we’re in deep shit too.” Concludes your skeleton. “Dat’ about sum it up?”
Yep, you nod, waiting for your helping of wisdom!
“Huh. Well dat’ <span class="mu-i">sucks</span>.”
That isn’t helpful at all!
>CONTD.
