>>5322153“I suppose I should be glad these ventilation ducts are large enough to crawl through…” Teevor mutters as you and the others scurry through the narrow pipe like rats, “this flaw will have to be addressed in the <span class="mu-i">very</span> near future, however…”
Yea, you growl, you can barely fit as-is! He’s gotta make ‘em at <span class="mu-i">least</span> a foot bigger, or something!
“Not what I intended.”
Whatever, dork.
“So when do we drop down and kick some ass?” Talbot asks as Lil’ Stanley trots along between you and him. “I’m startin’ to cramp up here!”
“Trust me: you’ll know when we’re over the <span class="mu-r">DEMON LAB.</span>” The mage replies as you hear a faint, but growing drone in the pipe ahead! “The devices within aren’t known for being <span class="mu-i">quiet</span>...”
“I’m more concerned about there being a vent leading directly to and from the lab itself…” Sybil muses. “Quite the security lapse, yes?”
“The opposite, actually.” Teevor sighs like a teacher having to answer the same question for the seventh time. “Many <span class="mu-r">DEMONS</span> aren’t accustomed to an aquatic environment–we, of course, thrive in it. Well, we <span class="mu-i">used</span> to, of course.”
“So ya’ flood the whole place?” Talbot asks with the usual amount of confusion in his voice. “Wouldn’t that break shit?”
“No, it wouldn’t ‘<span class="mu-i">break shit</span>’.” Groans the mage as you pass by a massive grille leading deeper into the facility. “All of our equipment is designed to work underwater–in fact, most of it relies on it for cooling. You may also consider it an anti-espionage mechanism.”
“Right… can’t reproduce it without the right conditions.” Art remarks as you clamber under a cluster of tubes glowing with <span class="mu-b">RAW MAGIC.</span>
“Precisely. Back to my original point, <span class="mu-r">DEMONS</span> won’t <span class="mu-i">drown</span> in normal conditions, but by maintaining the ability to drain and flood labs at will, we significantly weaken and-”
Teevor’s explanation is cut short by a low growl from your fuzzy companion!
“You mind checkin’ in with Stanley, Stan? She’s making weird sounds.” Asks Talbot. Yea, you nod, just gimme a sec-
“I was talking to <span class="mu-i">her</span>, actually. HA HA!”
Hah <span class="mu-i">hah</span>. Moron!
"OW! Quit kicking me!"
>CONTD. 