>>6341270“Rezalith, carry Anton, please.” The ranger requests, earning a befuddled blink from both of you! “Show off your strength.”
“Tch… easy…” She’s nowhere near as small as Tzah-Tzie, but Rezalith’s petite stature doesn’t seem to give her much grief as she picks you up and carries you away from the front desk like a princess!
Err, <span class="mu-i">thanks</span>, you begin as your perplexed gaze shifts from the devil to the Chytree. What was <span class="mu-i">that</span> about?
“The tablet she gave me,” Morook answers, his dull voice barely raising above a whisper as he leads you across the lobby, “I didn’t want to read it out to you while we were the center of attention.”
Why, you ask incredulously! Is it a spell? Naughty language?
Steadying himself with a curt breath, the ranger turns to face you with sympathy in his eyes.
“<span class="mu-i">’Went out to front. Heard others. Others said a name.’</span>” He pauses. W-well!?
“<span class="mu-s">’Rolo.’</span>”
You lie stretched across Rezalith’s arms in complete silence all the way to the Scendochamber… so much so that even Rezzie notices!
“...You’re not gonna <span class="mu-i">cry</span>, are you?”
You don’t understand, you mutter under your breath–where are all the Teksouls? The security? How did that fat <span class="mu-s">FUCK</span> get to her like that!?
“It’s becoming increasingly obvious to me that we’re in enemy territory here…” Muses Morook as he tries not to meet your gaze. “It would certainly explain the lack of Teksouls and the ease at which they attacked our suite… not to mention why they agreed so readily to hosting the concert here.”
Yea, you scoff, that <span class="mu-i">would</span> explain a thing or two, wouldn’t it? Rezalith’s eyes widen as Morook’s drift further away.
“... I’m sorry, Anton… if I’d been more vigilant-”
N-no, you stammer as regret swiftly spreads through your features, you… you didn’t mean to snap like that–and it’s not his fault that-
“It is.” The Chytree chitters as his gaze drifts floorward, “You’ve got far too much on your plate as-is. We lowered our guard. That’s really all there is to it.”
Rezalith audibly gulps as silence falls over the Scendochamber’s interior again. “She’s…” She begins, each word struggling to wriggle free of her lips, “She’s tougher than she looks, The Snack…”
Your eyes drift upwards to the devil’s face. She doesn’t stare back. “It… it’d be foolish to think she’s lost for good… even by <span class="mu-i">your</span> standards.” Her fiery gaze meets yours, but in place of the usual venom you can almost pick up trace amounts of…
… Hope?
“Typical An<span class="mu-i">TWIT</span>...” She mutters, trying and failing to keep a stoic expression as you feel a finger gently (by Rezalith’s standards) caress your head…
>CONTD. 