>>6026786>“Wait Marie,” You step forward, your voice like ice splashing a raging inferno you can feel the temperature in the room drop as both Strangers look towards you, one with a firm glare, the other with a twisted hope. You are not deterred, “Call off your soldiers attacking the other Inquisitors-”
“And bring a skycar here!” Marie tacks on to the end of your command. You’re miffed but don’t say anything against it. It’s a sensible command at least.
“Right, alright. The Stranger turns around and messes with his console a bit and speaks into a fuzzy device before you see the skeletons that had been attacking Asher and encircling Abram back off. The first set in a desperate retreat, some slipping on the fiery oil that litters the ground around the crazed Inquisitor and the latter in a much more organized fashion. For a second you see Asher shutter and look around dazed before he darts in a random direction away from the cameras.
“It’s done, the others are safe. Should I call the car to the roof?”
“No leave it outside the window where we can see it,” Marie says.
“W-why? You wouldn’t be able to-”
“Do it!”
“Right,” The Stranger trails off as he makes another call.
Marie nods her head in your direction, it’s an awkward gesture, like a mix of annoyance at you and not wanting to actually be mean to you, “Well, you wanted to speak? So speak,” She grimaces when the words fall out from her mouth. Is she annoyed at you or herself? Still, she takes a step back letting you take center stage.
The male Stranger wipes off imaginary dust and looks much more composed as he looks towards you. It's a front, “If that is all done with,” He glares at Marie, “I believe we can have a much more civilized discussion with your dog leashed,” Marie glares back, “So, Your Majesty.”
Little does he know appealing to your rank hardly works on you anymore, “Earlier you said ‘I followed what it showed me so why am I being punished’ why? What does that mean?”
“A-apologies for the unsightly behavior, it was beneath me, but I was referring to my Cheat Skill as the Inquisitions calls it, my phone,” As he says that he brings a hand down to show you the black rectangle in it, he presses on the side and it lights up showing a painting of a strange device with a few little girls on top of it. Frankly, though you’d never admit it, you’ve given up on trying to make sense of these Earth gadgets and have just decided to believe whatever you’re told about them. Why can’t they just make stuff that’s easy to understand? Like a blade for instance.
