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Rising to your wobbly legs, you sneer defiantly at the low ceiling above you–time to remind these assholes why <span class="mu-i">YOU’RE</span> in charge! Your thighs sting in protest as you crouch down for a jump, but you power through it–you’ve cheated death plenty of times! What’s a little more pain in the pile? As the discussion above grows more heated, a tired grin forms on your face. How’s <span class="mu-i">THIS</span> for an argument?!
Rocketing upwards like a hero straight out of the comics, yo-
When you come to, your head is throbbing from a bump the size of an Easter Egg and your torso is hanging off the side of the bed. Groaning in anguish, you rub the tender spot on your head and immediately regret it–your fingers barely graze it before a sharp, burning pain rushes through your head! OW!
Now dealing with a headache <span class="mu-i">AND</span> crazy muscle fatigue, you resign yourself to your fate just in time to hear a set of bootsteps coming down the stairs.
“Stan?” Whispers their owner as she peeks in from the lounge area, “Are you awake?”
You respond to Sybil with a noncommittal grunt. Un<span class="mu-i">fortunately</span>.
“Oh, erm, good. That’s good.” She replies in a tone split between relief and lingering concern. “And how are we feeling?”
Another grunt.
“I see.” Trotting over to the bed, The Goth gingerly takes a seat at its foot and glances at you with an unsure look on her pale face. “Kiki heard a bump a few minutes ago, but I suppose it was only a dolphin.” Avoiding her gaze, you blow a halfhearted raspberry instead. You heard what they were saying.
“Oh. Yes, I suppose you would.” She sighs, clearly not eager to travel down this path. “I won’t mince words, Stanley: everyone’s, well, everyone’s becoming a bit concerned about you.”
Rolling over with the grace of a drunken walrus, you let the pain add to your look of complete and utter contempt! Why?! You just scared off a demon the size of a minimall, damn it!
“Well yes…” Sybil replies in a diplomatic tone, “Thanks to a conduit of <span class="mu-g">WILD MAGIC</span> you decided to latch onto.” Her voice dips into haughtier territory. “... <span class="mu-i">despite</span> my warnings, as usual.”
Uh, <span class="mu-i">harsh</span> much?
>CONTD.
