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“Hey, Markgician, I suspected you might be here, though you…” You look at the mustached gal. “...I did not.”
“Mark, the disguises are a bust!” The Mustached Girl can’t believe this.
“W-Wah?! The wig did nothing!” The Markgician was banking on this part of his disguise. You didn’t notice him wearing one. “What a bummer. Appearing on national news didn’t do me any favors.” He concludes.
“How did he see through them?! Who is this guy?!” The Mustached Girl needs answers.
“You can’t be serious.” Emily doesn’t think it takes any effort to point out the obvious.
“I’m the guy who brought down the cult. And I’m breaking into the prison you just escaped from.” You adjust your glasses. “Carol won’t tell you anything, but if you work for me, then I’ll let you know how I arranged the charges against her to be dropped.”
“Y-You shouldn’t have opened with that…!” Emily is way too surprised by your lack of common sense.
“C-Crap, I thought he was talking shit, Mark, but her reaction is too genuine for this to be a far-fetched lie!” The Mustached Girl enters into a panic.
“Give me a moment to think! This is wholly unexpected!” The Markgician isn’t prepared for this.
“I said my peace. Don’t take too much time though, I’m on a date.” You shrug.
“A date, you say? Do you wish for some kind of present?” The Markgician pulls out a bouquet of flowers from nowhere and hands it to you two. “For the inconvenience.”
“That can wait, thank you…” Emily pushes it back to the ridiculous man.
“Mark, he is in love! It means he has a weakness we can exploit!” The ridiculous woman points at Emily. You stand in between them with an unfriendly expression.
“Do you take me for a fool? What chance do we have against the man who took our entire organization down?” The Markgician slaps some sense into the hysterical woman. “Please, ignore her words! She isn’t thinking straight! Here, a peace offering from her!”
The Markigician wants to hand you a sports bra. You and Emily stare at each other, deeply confused.
Cow girl snatches it from his hands. “...You saw nothing.” She seems embarrassed.
“This pair of morons destroyed countless lives around the country? Really? How idiotic...” Emily is getting upset.
“Bleh, are you going to cry? What a sanctimonious bitch.” Mustached Girl pretends to puke.
“My life was among them, you dolt.” Emily rips the mustached girl’s mustache off with venom! Guess there’s a limit to how cordial Emily can be.
