> Beat: School this upstart in the hallowed art of slam poetry.
As the Eager Duellist looses his ill-judged, poorly-executed, inspiration-starved excuse for a battle rap, your eyes harden. That was an insult, not just to you, not just to rap, but to the entire idea of music, rhythm, rhyme and speech. You loosen up, feeling the righteous flow running through your muscles. Lyrics and rhymes spring up in your mind unaided, pairing up to create your repertoire for your next verse. You are ready to lyrically sear this son of a bitch like a prime fillet of tuna in the hands of a skilled Japanese sushi chef.
You close your eyes momentarily to get a sense of the ambient beat, knowing that when you open them, you're going to utterly destroy
this gaudy, arrogant twit.
Shame that you don't open your eyes again.
> Beat: Wake up.
You wake up to an earful of screechy chiropteran scat.
ELLABATSPRITE: ASKEEBADOOBEEDOOWOW BAPADEE BADOO WA.
BEAT: I haven't got a clue what you just said~
ELLABATSPRITE: WADOOBABA DEEBIDIBIBIDEE POW!
BEAT: Forget it. I suppose I owe you one for getting me out of that terrible rap battle~
BEAT: Good job, I guess~ Good bat, best jazz singer~
The sprite points over at the computer. Looking over, you see the bold, flashing words 'SERVER-CLIENT CONNECTION RESTORED'. You suppose that means Nita is watching you again. As such, you get pestering.
MM: So I see you're spying on me again Nita~
MM: Sorry, but I was just catching some zs~
MM: Not the most interesting thing to watch~
> D!Eric: Drink up.
You add milk and a single sugar, stirring gently as you inhale the fumes rising off the coffee. Dignitary knows his coffee, that's for sure. He's clearly taken you to the classiest and most expensive cafe in the town. You take a drink, even though you judge the coffee is a little too hot to drink properly yet, forcing yourself not to wince. That clarifies something quite important you'd meant to test- you can feel pain here, and it won't wake you up. You don't want to show weakness, or your own lack of knowledge, in front of the Dignitary, so you swallow.
You make sure to sip the rest of the drink until it cools down.
"Your boss? I figured you'd be the self-employed type."
WelL, tECHNICALLy SpeakinG yOUVe FreeD tHe TowN fROm OppressioN. yOu NeeD aNYTHINg, YoU cAn ComE bACk HerE fOr IT.
bUt IF yOu WanT to ReallY hELp YoulL hAVe TO fINd ThE dENIZEn AnD gEt IT to CalL oFf ItS dOGs. OnE wAy OR aNOTHEr.
tHe DenizeN bEINg ThE cREATURe WhicH rULEs OveR tHe UnderlingS on ThiS wORLd. THANATOS, TheY cALl HiM.
> Temple: Dramatic scene reveal.
The Inside of the temple is dark, though not particularly ominous. It gives the place a secretive, mysterious air, but it seems as if the darkness simply conceal the temple itself, not anything untoward lurking within it. The stone walls, now overgrown with moss and slick with condensation, are chiselled with pictures of frogs, spirographs and swirling, multi-branched spirals.
As Steve heads further into the heart of the temple, small eyes seem to peer out of the darkness at him. Rounded green heads gleam in what little light permeates the ruins' interior. Steve's eyes can't quite penetrate the gloom, but the small figures seem suddenly to be everywhere, dozens of them skulking in the darkness ahead of him. One of them raises its voice.
is t#at #im? t#e SEER?
There is a collective mutter of strange-sounding, alien voices. None of the creatures move.