Already at anemoi, doing a retool testrun

[misery_hates_company]

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*Man, there sure were a lot of human enemies you had to deal with to get here! But at least, the anemoi stores are -- hey, who's that woman gathering all of them?*

Ho ho! You're not as incompetant as you look! I suppose it was a bit much to hope they could hold you off long enough. I suppose you want these little baubles, hmm? I'm afraid you're too late for that.

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*You managed to beat her to the loot, a neat looking artifact, and she does NOT look happy.*

Ch'. It would seem I was too late to beat you to it. I cannot let you keep that, however. Far too much is at stake.


3.


*Yeah, you've had some nasty run-ins with her. Mostly her getting in the way, weird little schemes, and so on, and so on. But lately you've been dealing with someone a lot more dangerous than her. So you might be surprised when her face shows up on your videophone, and...*

Parley, if you will. I wish to form an alliance. Temporarily, of course.

Comments

[not_good_not_wicked]

[While Misery, talked, Marisa focused her power into the small, octagonal furnace she held. A narrow beam of light emerged from it, painting Misery as a target, followed shortly thereafter by a REALLY BIG BEAM.]

Love Sign: MASTER SPAAARK!

[misery_hates_company]

WHA --

*PICHYUUUUN*

wHat SorT oF mAgIC sPEll wAS tHaT...