Melodi; an irritable frown. Orinoko; a bulbous-eyed sneer. Melodi and Orinoko, sideways tilts of the head. The spook storm reaching its ghostly hands... ORINOKO: Nanotear COUNTERED! MANA: Bundles MELODI over before she gets shish-kebabed Bundle, bundle across the muddy ravine floor. Little miss merry and little mister mauve. Roll and roll and tumble to a halt and... >SLAP!< Woah; Mana should have saved Melodi’s life more often. Because that muddled his numbers up no end. That was an adventure.
“I don’t think she likes that kid.” Elegy pointing a sword as a muddy Melodi adjusted her dress, stomping back to the pack. “Aw no kitz, she does, she does; she’s just too stroppy ta’ fess it.” You go on psycho-analysing, gnats; and Zarathustra will go on raising dreamy dupes. ZARATHUSTRA: Raises ZOMBIE MOJO from the green heaven “Wha... mo... moy Mojo?” Not your Mojo, kittyclaw. But quite possibly your death.
You see, Mojo had made the mistake of dying in a necropolis. That doesn’t mean you can really bring them back; minds pass, bodies just fester. So you can bring bodies back and animate them; he’d done the same with Odine. Zarathustra had half-died in a number of necropoli, so if you think Remedy’s going to get her feelings tugged around here, spare a thought for his silty old bones.
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