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Just one more thing! Rummaging through your pockets past your worrying amounts of <span class="mu-g">ROCKET LAUNCHER AMMO, UNSTABLE CHEMICALS, AND MERMAID SMUT,</span> your hand emerges once more with the <span class="mu-g">MAGIC PINGING DEVICE</span> you received from your boss. Care to take a gander at <span class="mu-i">this</span>, you ask as you wave it in Syb’s face.
“What is that?” She asks, squinting to examine the device in further detail with a quizzical look on her face. “I sense some <span class="mu-b">MAGICAL ENERGY</span> in the crystal, but…”
But <span class="mu-i">nothing</span>, you interrupt excitedly! Give it a shot! Shoving the device into Sybil’s hand, you motion for her to let ‘er rip towards your chest! Lips pursed in uncertainty, The Goth begrudgingly points the gizmo at you. “If this is some kind of <span class="mu-i">sexual</span> thing, Stan-”
For the last time, you growl, you’re <span class="mu-i">SORRY</span> about that! But this–this is totally different! And not sexual at all, so get with the clicking alre-
And just like that, you find yourself shot forward a few seconds in time where Syb is staring at you with a bored expression! Well?
“Well <span class="mu-i">what?</span>” She asks, clearly eager to get back to the others. “Your eyes twitched a little bit, but-”
But <span class="mu-i">NOTHING,</span> you hiss! You just blacked out again! You can’t remember the last few seconds at all! The boredom slowly lifts from your friend as she processes your words. “So…” she mutters as her train of thought rolls into the station, “You mean to tell me that I just caused one of your <span class="mu-b">FUGUE STATES?</span> On <span class="mu-i">COMMAND?</span>
Yep, you nod, pretty neat, right?
“NO!” Sybil exclaims as she nearly drops the device on the carpet! “W-well yes, but also no, but…I-If what you say is true, Stan, then that means… well, a <span class="mu-i">LOT</span> of things!”
Pointing the gewgaw at you once more, The Goth sticks her tongue out in determination. “Let’s try again. I’ll say… <span class="mu-i">something</span>... while you’re, well, ‘<span class="mu-i">turned off</span>’. When you reemerge, I want you to respond. You can repeat what I said, answer it if it’s a question, or something else. Do you understand?”
Sure, you shrug, but how will <span class="mu-i">that</span> prove anything? The Goth responds with a Cheshire grin. “Just trust me–I’ll say something effective.”
Well if she’s su
When you catch up again, you’re no longer on the bed. Instead, you find yourself leaning up against the bedroom door–Sybil appears to have made her way over to the bathroom entrance.
“Well?” She asks, spinning the device in her pale hand.
Errr, how do you respond to… to whatever she said?
“Sorry, cupcake, I’m clueless.” Ly mopes. Useless!
>ERR, YES!
>NO! NO WAY!
>MAYBE?
>42!
>SOMETHING!
>WRITE-IN!
