>>5276183>>5276195>>5276315>>5276319>>5276556>>5276650>>5276687>If they copy the memories of the people, could we ask the mimic-Noelle to stand aside? Maybe show we're aren't a threat and gently stroke her head a bit and ask to make way for us, she has Noelle memories maybe she share some of her feelings.“Step aside. I’ll manage this.” You speak with a brusqe sense of self confidence. You take charge ahead of your escort, a glove on your chest as you ease through the water toward her. The mimic remains still–perhaps, aware that you bear no real ill will toward her. “Noelle. Please, stand aside. We pose no threat to you. We simply mean to–”
And, just as quick as the dhampir had nearly been stricken, you are, too–a bolt of mercurial slime, broad, rough, and thick hurtles toward your chest. You only <span class="mu-i">just</span> avoid a new hole in the gut as a sudden sweep to the back of your knees knocks you to the ground. You slip deep along the water as the slime near shaves your glorious head of hair right off.
“M-my apologies, Alphonse. I didn’t mean to get you wet...” The doll gently eases you back up, a hand on your back as you hack up the water in your throat.
“Nearly there, but not quite.” The dhampir grimaces. “She’s changed again.”
The mimic berserker wobbles before you, plate armor of thickened slime undulating and twisting into a broad, tall form. A vast pillar of slime hangs from her side–the memory of a greatsword.
“ThE saME rEAsoN I cAn laNCe yOu thrOUgh tHe tHRoat rigHT nOW aND yOU’ll wAKe uP aS tHE SAMe PAIn In The AsS.” The copy echoes an old threat. It sounds strange, words dampened and warbled as if underwater.
“Oh god.” Emilia cringes behind you.
>Afford Ava the chance to take care of her.>Continue your fight alone. She’s sure to find some memory that cannot match your ability.>Fight alongside Ava. Perhaps two might overwhelm the mimic’s copy capacity.>Allow Ava to fight.>Allow Emilia to fight.>Continue to flirt.>Write-In. 