>>6307635“... It’s <span class="mu-i">not</span>. Whoever it is you’re blathering abou-”
The tension between the mages dissipates like a fingernail in one of the deep fryers at work–well, on <span class="mu-i">Toppel’s</span> side, anyways–and before he can do much about it, Oti is <span class="mu-i">TACKLED</span> by the Gnok into…
… a <span class="mu-i">hug!?</span>
“<span class="mu-s">OTES!!!</span>” She squeals as she shakes the Chytree around like a chewtoy, “It’s <span class="mu-i">YOU!</span> It’s really, <span class="mu-i">REALLY</span> YOU!”
“N-no, I-”
“You dyed your eyes and altered your voice, but I’d recognize that dry wit and those insults <span class="mu-s">ANYWHERE!</span>” Toppel coos as she affectionately rubs her cheek against his! “I waited <span class="mu-i">years</span>, you know…”
Oti, you mutter with unfiltered befuddlement in your tone and expression, what the Hell’s going on here? The mage tries and fails to extricate himself from the smitten sorceress.
“What’s going on,” He growls as he resigns himself to his fate, “Is that this is a <span class="mu-i">problem</span>. Did I not make it clear the first few ti-”
“Oti and I used to be thick as thieves!” Toppel gushes with a cheery giggle! “Back in university, you see…” She casts a sly glance at her fellow magic-wielder. “Couldn’t keep us apart–classes, the hallways, even the <span class="mu-i">dormitor</span>-”
“Yes, yes, parasites could learn a thing or two…” Grumbles the enchanter as he tilts his head away from hers! “But that’s not importan-”
“Everything changed after the incident,” the girl continues, the giddiness in her voice giving way to a hint of concern, “You said you’d come back for me, Oti, but-”
“But I didn’t. <span class="mu-i">So</span> glad we reconnected.” Turning his attention to you, an impatient flicker appears in the Chytree’s eyes. “Ask your questions.”
Toppel blinks in confusion at her old beau. “Wait! If… if I tell you what you want… you’ll take me with you, won’t you? Otes?”
“No.”
The sorceress’ dreamy eyes fall upon you and harden immediately. “Talk some sense into your new friend or I’ll blow us all into the next plane.”
Oti follows suit, minus the dreamy eyes. “Try to talk some sense into me and <span class="mu-i">I’LL</span> blow us all into the next plane.”
Mages…
What do?
>Appeal to Oti! C’mon, man… >Appeal to Toppel! She still owes you!>Appeal to Obber! Talk to your sister, dude!>Stall! How about we all wait for Trier, hmm?>Deflect! They can work their crap out later!>Goad! She probably doesn’t know anything anyways…>Reason! Spill the beans first, THEN we’ll discuss the next step!>Stay Silent! They’ll think you disappeared!>Write-In! 