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You’ve got a few ideas for what you wanna ask, of course, but when you open your mouth to say ‘em, you’re skillfully interrupted by your new… ‘<span class="mu-i">pal</span>’.
“You there–the one holding the <span class="mu-i">VERY</span> volatile <span class="mu-r">RAW MAGIC STORAGE CYLINDER</span> like a <span class="mu-i">cudgel</span>.”
“Huh?” Talbot asks, blinking as if he had just woken up, “Yea, whaddaya want?”
“To start I’d <span class="mu-i">very</span> much appreciate it if you put it down…” Teevor requests in a remarkably calm tone. “Those containers are designed to be transported, of course, but excessive force could prove to be very… <span class="mu-i">unfortunate</span>... for all of us.”
Shrugging at the request, your fellow janitor gingerly places the canister back onto the ground with one of his metallic tentacles, much to the skeleton’s excitement.
“Impressive articulation…” he mutters as if taking notes in his head, “nigh-complete synchronization, as well… tell me, ogre: where did you acquire this <span class="mu-b">ERUMITE SYMBIOSIS</span> of yours?”
Talbot responds with a puzzled frown. “Eru-what-what?”
“<span class="mu-i">ERUMITE,</span> you dolt.” The scientist groans. “The reactive metallic alloy charged with <span class="mu-b">RAW MAGIC</span> and tuned to the user for increased mobility, defense, and magical aptitude. Do they still <span class="mu-i">teach</span> humans on the surface?”
Before he can get his answer, a familiar pale-faced and <span class="mu-i">very</span> sweaty girl blinks into existence next to Art with manic eyes and disheveled hair! “<span class="mu-i">BACK!</span> Oh, a skeleton! What did I miss?”
“He was just talking about T’s <span class="mu-g">GOODBOYNIUM</span> thing,” Art explains as The Goth quickly readjusts her bangs. “And how it-”
“<span class="mu-i">Goodboynium?</span>” Teevor growls in growing disbelief, “<span class="mu-s">GOODBOYNIUM?!</span> What manner of idiotic name is <span class="mu-i">that</span>!? Related to that insipid <span class="mu-i">corporation</span>, no doubt…”
Yep, you nod, the same kooks who turned Talbot into a walking death machine!
“Most interesting…” The scientist mutters to himself, “So humans have already synthesized <span class="mu-g">ERUMITE…</span> that’s distressing…”
“Wait a sec…” Talbot mutters, his frown growing even <span class="mu-i">more</span> puzzled, “So that <span class="mu-g">GOODBOYNIUM</span> crap… <span class="mu-i">you</span> guys came up with it!?”
“No, idiot, <span class="mu-i">nature</span> did.” The skeleton counters. “But <span class="mu-g">ERUMITE CONDITIONING</span> is a standard rite of passage for all Atlanteans–like losing your primitive ‘<span class="mu-i">baby teeth</span>’ or dying of heart failure.That said, however,” He continues with renewed curiosity, “<span class="mu-i">WE</span>’re the only ones who were able to perfect an intravenous solution–given our new forms we switched over to simple immersion, of course, but you… you achieved something greater than us…”
Leaning forward in Vivaldi’s grip, the scientist’s glowing eyes bore into Talbot’s confused face.
“<span class="mu-i">How?</span>”
>CONTD.
