>>5287815Okay, you huff, not bothering to cross your aching arms, but that doesn’t mean you have to like it!
“Not asking you to.” Art shrugs as he exchanges glances with Sybil. “I’m just asking you to work with us, alright? You’re still the <span class="mu-b">GANG LEADER,</span> but all gang leaders have intermediaries, you know?”
Sssssuuuuuure, you nod, inner meaty-
“People in between.” He adds. “I mean, you don’t always want to tell each and every one of us what to do all the time, right? It’d get tiresome.”
You rub your chin in contemplation. You <span class="mu-i">do</span> love the power, of course, but he’s not wrong–having someone on-call to confer with Denise could definitely come in handy… especially if it’s <span class="mu-i">ART</span>!
A toothy grin slowly forms on your face. Yes, Art, you chirp, fighting through the throbbing pain in your muscles, that sounds dandy, actually! Good choice!
“R-really?” He sputters, sharing an unsure glance with Sybil, “Err, I mean, glad you, uh, you see it that way, Stan. I knew you would.”
That’s your #2, you giggle! So what’s his big plan while you, uh, recover?
“Well…” Art mutters to himself as he strokes his fuzzy chin, “If what Syb said is true, you gave that <span class="mu-r">DEMON</span> a good wound–doesn’t mean he’s gone forever, though, is he?”
“He’ll come back.” Sybil nods. “Those cannons only seemed to irritate it.”
Hey, yea, you interject, what about the cannons? Did you, like, shut them down when you-
“No.” The Goth reports with a sigh, “And they’re still firing indiscriminately. We could try to see what’s in that <span class="mu-g">SHAFT</span> you uncovered, but there’s also the <span class="mu-g">TELEPORTATION</span> option.”
“In any case,” Art adds, lightly rubbing Syb’s pale shoulder, “We have <span class="mu-g">FOUR SEA CLOAKS</span> now including yours–that means we can bring a few more people to the <span class="mu-g">LAB</span> if we want.”
Great, you nod, but can they do that, like, <span class="mu-i">outside</span>? Art blinks. “Do what?”
The coupley shoulder stuff, you groan! You can’t stand that ‘<span class="mu-i">PDF</span>’ crap! Get a room!
“Focus, Stan.” Growls Sybil as she shoots you a look that could turn a lesser girl to stone, “We’ll let you rest, but is there anything else we should discuss first? Anything the <span class="mu-b">VICE OFFICER</span> should know? Hmmm?”
Pinching your <span class="mu-b">VICE OFFICER’S</span> cheek with a mischievous giggle, Sybil immediately turns back your way in all-business mode. Well…
>WHAT IF ART DIES, HUH? IT HAPPENED BEFORE!>DID YOU PISS THEM OFF, OR SOMETHING? IS THIS PUNISHMENT?>WHAT’S THE REST OF THE CREW WORKING ON NOW?>WHO DO YOU THINK SHOULD GO ON THE LAB MISSION?>YOU HAVE A BONE MARROW SERUM THAT’LL GIVE SOMEONE YOUR POWERS–YOU WANT IT, ART?>CAN YOU CALL SOMEONE IN FOR A SEC? YOU WANNA TALK TO THEM! (WHO?)>NOPE, YOU’RE GOOD. GO AWAY, PLEASE!>WRITE-IN! 