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Sounds good, you nod, prompting the mage to cautiously reach to unlock the door.
“Hahahah, oh shit, here it comes…” Mutters Ly as you take a deep breath and lean in close to where Teevor’s ear probably used to be.
<span class="mu-s">FOR BABIES!</span>
Slamming his bony face against the door, the Atlantean groans in pain as you, Talbot, Ly, and Lil’ Stanley all share a mirthful laugh!
“Are you <span class="mu-i">INSANE?!</span>” Teevor snarls as he rises back to his feet struggling to decide whether to massage his face or the side of his skull!
“I agree with the coward!” Sybil growls as she does that ‘<span class="mu-i">crossed-arm</span>’ thing she does when she’s peeved! “There are demons about!”
“C-coward?”
You might be insane, you counter as you ALSO cross your arms, but you aren’t stupid!
Before you can finish your response, everyone in the group suddenly falls into a coughing fit! Jeez, guys, drink a glass of water or something!
“Sorry…” Art wheezes as he loudly clears his throat, “what were you saying again?”
You were <span class="mu-i">saying</span>, you growl, that if this dickhead thinks he’s running off into the crazy <span class="mu-i">Altadenan</span> lab on his own, he’s got another thing comin’!
“And what, pray tell, might that be?” The mage asks with a scowl. “I merely assumed you didn’t want to die a horrible, lingering death from <span class="mu-b">RAW MAGIC</span> exposure, but-”
Oh he’s free to do his thing, you interject, but he’s not doing it alone! Ly!
Popping out of your body like a skeleton on a springboard, Ly’s <span class="mu-g">ASTRAL FORM</span> turns and gives you a quick salute! “Aye, cap’n?”
Keep this weasel in your sight, you order, making sure to stare daggers at Teevor the whole time. The minute he tries anything fishy…
“Blow his head up. Gotcha, boss.”
“B-b-<span class="mu-i">blow my head up!?</span>” The mage sputters in disbelief! “B-but he’s just an <span class="mu-g">ASTRAL PROJECTION!</span>”
Oh good, you smirk, he can see and hear Ly! That makes things easier! You know that Ly can’t blow people’s heads up, probably, but your prisoner doesn’t need to know that, does he?
“What do I need to know?” The mage asks.
Errr, that he’s on thin eyes, you snarl! Now quit listening in on other people’s conversations with themselves!
>CONTD.
