>>5319881You rub your chin in thought as the skeleton mage visibly debates hopping off the platform. You’re not sure who this ‘<span class="mu-g">MUSHU LEE</span>’ is, you mutter to yourself, but he ain’t important!
“Are…” Teevor stammers, his gaze shifting between you and Sybil, “She’s <span class="mu-i">retarded</span>, right? You let her walk around without a leash?”
What’s <span class="mu-s">IMPORTANT,</span> you continue, fighting back the urge to punt the mage’s skull into the stratosphere, is <span class="mu-i">him</span>... and his <span class="mu-b">NEW TITLE,</span> that is!
“New <span class="mu-i">wha?</span>” Asks Teevor as he cocks his hooded head to the side, “Listen, I-”
Whether getting rid of the demons helped or not, he still chose to help out, you reason, earning a few nods from Talbot and Lil’ Stanley. I mean, this dude coulda’ ran away the minute he got up here!
“That option’s still on the table, you know.” Art remarks as he keeps his weapon trained on the mage.
And you could have burned him to a crisp when he was possessed, you counter, but you didn’t!
“True,” The mage mutters with a slow nod of his head, “what point are you trying to make here, human?”
You point, you sigh angrily, is that when you were working to fix this whole mess, where the hell was his beloved <span class="mu-b">HIGH SCHOOLER,</span> huh? Where was she when he and the others were trapped by the lockdown!?
“Well she was merely following standard lockdown procedures…” Teevor explains, “And she knew you’d come eventually to get her, so-”
Yea, you snarl, more like she was following standard <span class="mu-s">BULLSHIT</span> procedures!
“Hah! Nice.” Talbot chuckles as a big, dumb grin forms on his face. Ignoring him, you wordlessly walk over to Teevor and offer him a <span class="mu-g">HAND!</span> It sounds to me, you continue, like this facility could use a new <span class="mu-b">HYPE CRULLER–</span> one who isn’t going to throw all of his associates to the wolves like a… like a <span class="mu-i">dick!</span>
“But…” The mage stammers in disbelief, “We’re <span class="mu-r">THRALLS</span> of the <span class="mu-r">LICH–</span> what do you stand to gain from keeping any of us alive?”
It’s not about what <span class="mu-i">you</span> Stan to gain, you reply, but what <span class="mu-s">HE</span> gets outta’ the deal! Shaking your extended hand a few times in his face, you raise an eyebrow his way. Speaking of deals…
“Yes…” Murmurs the skeleton with growing confidence, “Y-YES! Okay, human–I accept!”
Cool, you grin! Welcome aboard!
…
“Erm…” He continues, “What… what are you going to do with your hand?”
Oh <span class="mu-i">brother</span>, you groan, do you really not know what a handshake is!?
“No…” Replies your new teammate, “Tell me how to perform <span class="mu-s">‘The Ceremony of the Hand Shake.’</span>”
Alrighty…
>CONTD. 