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Uh-UH, you blub, not <span class="mu-i">THIS</span> time! Whirling around as best you can in SCUBA gear, you extend your claws a few inches away from the face of a <span class="mu-i">VERY</span> insulted-looking grouper! Oh… errr, ‘<span class="mu-i">sorry</span>’...
Swimming away with disdain plastered on its massive face, one fish still doesn’t make a bunch! Ly’s right, too–you scarcely spent a minute looking at the monolith before everyone left! Exiting the dilapidated room, you peer around the corners for anything resembling a sea critter, but the search proves fruitless!
“Dat’s not good…” Your skeleton remarks before floating over to Syb’s last haunt. “Hey, Teach–you seein’ dis’?”
“Abso<span class="mu-i">LUTELY</span>.” She responds as she digs through a pile of rubble like a dog! “Keep it up, you two! Mhm! Good Stan!”
… alright, normally you <span class="mu-i">love</span> when she gives you praise, but this seems funky. Paddling over to her, your approach is harried by a shower of debris as she continues her impromptu archaeology expedition! Ducking and diving through a hail of dirt, peculiar gizmos, scrap metal, and the occasional detritivore, you notice something mid-dodge that puts your growing irritation on hold!
Atop one of the outpost’s central spires sits a <span class="mu-g">RECTANGULAR DOODAD–</span> one that would probably fit into that eel den you tracked down! Now if only there was a way to reach it…
… oh. Right. You’re just about to go and fetch it when another piece of debris just barely misses your head from Syb’s tra-err, <span class="mu-i">RELIC</span> pile!
Oops, sorry–meant to say it barely <span class="mu-i">HITS</span> your head. It <span class="mu-s">HITS</span> you. Ow! Rubbing your now-sore skull, you track your aggressor as it tumbles through the water and into a crack in the rocks!
“STAN!” Ly shouts, ghostly form diving towards you like a ghastly puffin, “I just saw somethin’ fall into da’ rocks! Somethin’ <span class="mu-s">BIG!</span>”
Ya don’t say…
… is what you’d <span class="mu-i">like</span> to say! This SCUBA thing is tricky, man! Doesn’t help that Mitz only taught you a few risque-looking ‘<span class="mu-i">emergency hand-gestures</span>’! Responding instead with an impatient growl, Ly seems to get the hint and follows the <span class="mu-s">BIG THING</span> in question down below!
“Get a load’a DIS’!” He reports as Sybil continues to mumble vague notes to herself a few feet away from you, “It’s a <span class="mu-g">CHEST,</span> Stan!”
Now it’s <span class="mu-i">YOUR</span> turn to get a little excited–a ch-ch-ch-CHEST, you say? F-for <span class="mu-i">TREASURE?!</span>
“Stanley–come help me dig!” Sybil commands from a growing mound of dirt! “Chop-chop! Hurry, now!”
Oof… on one hand, <span class="mu-i">TREASURE.</span> On the other, Syb’s totally gonna get annoyed if you don’t help her out–she’s definitely in one of her <span class="mu-i">moods</span>.
Oh, and there’s that <span class="mu-g">WHATZIT</span> on the spire above, too–might be a good idea to snatch that up.
… where <span class="mu-i">did</span> those fish go, though?
>CONTD.
