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Whatever your master plan is, it’ll only work if you can get your walking, scaly mattress to wake up!
“Yea, what’s your problem anyways?” Asks T with growing concern as she hefts what sounds like a whole orchestra’s-worth of equipment onto her back, “I bit my lip for the last few posts, Ant, but you’re starting to seem kinda attached to this ‘being carried around’ schtick. Not a good look for the wider audience.”
You can’t help it, you moan, every time you try to wriggle free Volka just squeezes you <span class="mu-i">TIGHTER</span>! You… you might die here, T…
“Hm! Well y’know, death by hubris <span class="mu-i">IS</span> pretty well-received in art these days… people love a hero hoisted on his own petard!”
As you brainstorm ideas on how to get Volka to crush the Durher, your master plan is body slammed with another, far more useful one!
Tzah-Tzie, you exclaim, play something! Play something loud!
The girl stares at you as if you just asked her to eat a plate of bugs. “Not really a good time, Ant–I don’t play for free and it sounds like our potential listeners are getting butchered out there.”
<span class="mu-i">THAT’S</span> her issue!? What about the fire!?
“Oh yea, huh.”
Look, you hiss, just play something loud and obnoxious! You’ve got to wake Volka up!
“Hmmm…” The Spinner remarks as she begins to dig through her collection, “I don’t know if I’m capable of ‘obnoxious’-”
<span class="mu-i">Sure</span>...
“But I can do ‘loud’!” Clearing her throat politely, the Spinner tunes the strings of something between a harp and a lute…
<span class="mu-s">OHDEARGODIT’SLIKEACATBEINGPUTHROUGHACHEESEGRATERAAAUGH</span>
Nails on the chalkboard could learn a thing or two as TT scrapes away at her instrument like a madwoman! To her credit it takes a moment for the Skog to rouse from her slumber, but once she does she’s peppy as ever!
“Aaahhh… Good Morning, everyone! Someone cooking something?” Volka mumbles as she rubs the sleep from one of her eyes and stretches her tail like a cat, “Smells great! Oh, hey there, Rook! D’aww, didja’ get cold, little guy?”
No time for that, you mutter as the Skog gives you a playful noogie, there’s assassins trying to kill you… and everyone else, possibly!
>CONTD.