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Circle round the back, if you please!
“Really?” Scoffs the demon, “I could drop you <span class="mu-i">anywhere</span> and you want to go to the <span class="mu-i">back</span>? Why not the roof or somethin <span class="mu-i">smart</span> like that, hmm?”
Because, you chirp, a fancy-shmancy casino’s gonna need food and booze, and in order to get that stuff they’re gonna need a loading dock… and you’ve worked in enough taverns to know that the storeroom for all of that flammable, hazardous hooch is usually stored nearby! Ya following?
If Rezzie understands you, she doesn’t admit it.
So land in the back, kay? There’s a good girl.
It takes the devil a second to register your command. “Land?!”
Mhm, you nod, she’s gonna be your little helper! Unless she’s <span class="mu-i">scared</span> that i-
“I’m <span class="mu-i">NOT!</span>” Hisses the hellion! “Hells, I don’t even know why you’re here! I coulda’ handled this on my own, y’kno-”
Choice was final, can’t be helped, you shrug and smile! You’re gonna need her to sneak a bit for this, you add as you send a serious glare up at your ride, can she handle that?
“Pfft…. I <span class="mu-i">HATE</span> sneaking…”
Think of it this way, you retort with a fresh grin: if things go bad, she’ll have a front row seat to the carnage! She’d like that, wouldn’t she?
It takes Rezalith a moment to mull it over. “Hmmm… I <span class="mu-i">DO</span> like the sound of carnage…”
Course ya’ do! Now let’s get started, shall we?
To her credit, the demon lands remarkably quietly behind a Hiija plant–its curling fronds greeting you with a faint trickle of sweet-smelling dew as you hop out of Rezzie’s claws! Scurrying forward, your ears bend to listen in on your surroundings as you take a deep whiff of the surrounding area!
>CONTD.
