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Aside from a few lingering mental images you can’t quite shake from your already-fragile psyche, you can’t help but think you picked up some useful tidbits in that exchange: Oti can clearly be not-as-mean when he feels like it, but there’s one thing that still bugs you…
Yes, yeeesssss, you mutter with a few waves of your hands, you’re beginning to, uh… <span class="mu-i">coil</span> around… their chakra! Yep!
Your ‘victims’ exchange a befuddled glance, but keep their mouths shut. PROGRESS! The next step in the erm, ‘incantation’, you continue, is that you’ll need to know <span class="mu-i">WHY</span> the two of them went splitsies!
“I don’t see how any of that is relev-”
Yea, well that’s why <span class="mu-i">YOU’RE</span> the <span class="mu-s">KEEPER OF FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE</span> and <span class="mu-i">he</span> isn’t, okay? By the way Oti stares you down you get the sneaking suspicion that he wants to respond, but he doesn’t. PROGRESS! And besides, you say with a cough, the <span class="mu-r">KHON’SUULING</span> will only work if both parties take turns explaining! No interruptions or, uh…
“... Or?” Toppel asks, eyes widening in genuine concern!
Or their souls will be uh, WHISKED AWAY, you exclaim! To <span class="mu-r">KHAAZ’MOBAAR: PLANE O-</span>
“Of colossal, hairy beasts brandishing giant mallets, yes.” Oti groans as if urging you to get to the point, “I’ve <span class="mu-i">visited</span>. Proceed.”
You were just making up a scary name, but okay! H-hey, wait! Could he get you home, then?
“Do you happen to know your home plane’s coordinates in accordance with <span class="mu-g">ZEZZNAARD’S PLANEWANDER ALMANAC?</span> Do you even know how to chart said coordinates?”
… Huh?
“No. No I can’t.”
Well then. Turning your attention to Toppel, your reassuring smile and Oti’s silence prompts her to start speaking…
“Like I said when you two <span class="mu-i">first</span> came crashing onto my doorstep, Oti just… just <span class="mu-i">DISAPPEARED!</span> Didn’t even bother leaving me a message…” You can just barely see her lip quiver. “I thought you’d been <span class="mu-s">KILLED</span>, Otes! Especially after what happened-”
“Uuuugh, here we go…”
Hold it, ‘Otes’, you firmly interject, you wanna hear about this! What happened?
“Ah yes, you weren’t around for it…” Mutters the Durher as her usual demeanor slowly returns to her voice, “Well as you’re no doubt aware by now, Trimbault is… rather cutthroat.”
Yea, you shudder, so that crap in the Lobby… that’s..?
“Relatively tame, yes.” Nods the sorceress. “You should see it after a long weekend!” Adjusting her seat on the couch, Toppel shoots a glance at her ex. “Oti had been busy all week–not that that was out of the ordinary, of course, he’s prone to bouts of… hyperproductivity.”
The Chytree shifts in his seat a bit, but doesn’t interrupt.
>CONTD.
