You lay out the plan to the rest of the gang: Toppel and Obber will stick with you and head to the <span class="mu-s">KHORROZEH WING</span>. You have no clue what’ll be waiting for you there, you add with a smattering of trepidation in your tone, but you should be able to handle it!
“I suppose I can tag along…” Groans the transformed Toppel as she tries to hide a foxy grin! “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit interested in reviewing their research…”
As for Oti, you continue as you turn to address the Chytree, he’s on exit duty! Teksouls, Spicys, Demonic Hordes, Giant Cartoon Cats With Mallets–whatever you stir up here you’re counting on <span class="mu-i">him</span> to get everyone out!
To your mild shock, the mage’s eyes glimmer with… <span class="mu-i">appreciation?</span> “You’re finally making sense… auspicious indeed.”
Glad he approves! Any questions? Your comrades answer with stifling silence–guess you did a good job of explaining things! Turning your attention to the Beakwolf splayed out on the ground between you and Toppel’s seats, you raise an eyebrow at the sleepy Sangiphage!
Obber, you begin, what’s your take on the situation?
Raising his head off the ground at your question, the quiet quadruped staggers to his feet after a <span class="mu-i">BIIIIIIGGGGG STRETCH!</span>
“Click.”
https://youtu.be/VTsD2FjmLsw“Click… hiss… click CLACK click… Hiss.”
You nod stoically as Toppel and Oti turn to give him their full attention.
“Click? Click CLACK.” Obber continues as his eyeless gaze sweeps across the team, “Clack… click HISS! HISS CLICK!”
“<span class="mu-i">Obber…</span>” Toppel mutters under her breath, eyes wide and enraptured.
“Clickclick… Click clack click hiss… Grunt! Click CLACK? Click clack click… HISS… Grunt.”
“Hm… you may be right…” Remarks Oti, the sorcerer says with a smirk in his tone as he leans back in his seat!
“CLACK!” Obber nods emphatically! “CLACK… click HISS! <span class="mu-s">HISSS!</span>”
He has a point…
“<span class="mu-s">CLICK!</span>” He’s almost shouting now–his message only made clearer by the obvious conviction in his words! “Click clack… CLICK!”
“Hey, can you get your pet to quiet down?” The unknown voice violently rips you and the others from Obber’s speech! Wh-huh?
“We’re having a study session,” Mutters the nasally voice’s owner: an annoyed-looking Mox with tired-looking eyes! “Not trying to be a jerk, but-”
The student’s quest is summarily rejected when Toppel sends a bolt of lightning screaming through him and into the group of chairs his peers occupy! Sizzling like freshly-fried rattlesnake (one of the few good things about crew meal at work), the students graciously focus on cooking while Obber continues where he last left off!
“... Click. Click CLACK… ClickclickCLACK.” The Makaar points his beak in your direction and nods. “<span class="mu-i">Click.</span>”
>CONTD. 