>>5313172“No! <span class="mu-s">NOOOOO!</span>” Picked up by the scruff of his neck, the voice’s owner is revealed with all the grace of a cat being picked up by its owner! “Damn her--did she change the ciphers again?! UGH! That is so <span class="mu-i">CLASSIC</span> her!”
Dangling from Vivaldi’s massive hand is a skeleton wrapped in a large, red cloak, but they look nothing like the bones you’ve seen in the last few days! Coated in a liquid metal sheen, the intruder’s bones seem longer than a normal human’s… almost as if they were a totally different species! As Vivaldi brings the skeleton over to you, you find yourself being glared at by two glowing yellow orbs from within the cloak’s red hood. Whoever the hell this is, they ain’t happy.
“<span class="mu-i">Primitives,</span>” he scoffs, turning his face away from you in disdain, “I should have known… as if the containment breach wasn’t enough…”
“Watch it, bonehead,” Talbot warns as he brandishes the cylinder at the skeleton, “And don’t even <span class="mu-i">think</span> of tryin’ to cast a spell or anything!”
“Trust me, if I <span class="mu-i">could</span> cast right now I <span class="mu-i">would</span>!” The skeleton snaps! “But since you haven’t smashed me to pieces yet I assume you aren’t here to steal my research…” His glowing eyes narrow a bit. “... unless you <span class="mu-i">are</span>...”
First thing’s first, you snarl, still wrapped in your <span class="mu-g">BONE ARMOR,</span> who the hell is he anyways?
“Yea,” Art nods, “And what the heck are you doing down here?”
“Tch, typical <span class="mu-i">primitives</span>...” The skeleton scoffs as he continues to dangle from Vivaldi’s hand like a particularly grim Christmas Tree ornament, “One second they’re bashing your door down, the next they’re asking for your <span class="mu-i">name</span>...”
Yep, you nod, he summed that up pretty well! Now talk, you spit, or you’ll feed him to your <span class="mu-r">PET!</span>
“Pet? Wh-<span class="mu-i">oh</span>. Oh <span class="mu-i">dear…</span>” Fear grips the skeleton’s glowing eyes as he notices the snarling, feral critter perched on your shoulder. “V-very well, then… I,” he begins with renewed confidence in his voice, “am <span class="mu-g">APPRENTICE SCHOLAR TEEVOR–LEAD RESEARCHER OF ‘PROJECT LOOKING GLASS’...</span> well,” he pauses, “<span class="mu-g">ACTING LEAD RESEARCHER…</span>”
‘Teevor’, huh? That rings a bell, you mutter, but you don’t know which one…
“As for your second question,” Teevor continues in a haughty tone, “I was <span class="mu-i">HIDING</span>. As primitive as your senses are, I assume you understand there’s a <span class="mu-r">STATION-WIDE LOCKDOWN</span> underway, yes?”
“Wow,” Art remarks as he glances around the lab, “<span class="mu-i">Really</span>?”
“Yes, <span class="mu-i">really</span>.” Teevor spits, not picking up on the sarcasm. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d <span class="mu-i">really</span> like to get back to not being found. Demons prey on those with weak, stressed-out minds, so please do us all a favor and <span class="mu-i">go away</span>. After putting me down, if you please.”
You’ll think about it!
>CONTD. 