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Calling Butterfly
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Alright, let's try to update this more frequently than a freaking week, shall we?
I was hoping to try to solve the problem by myself, considering places like this generally have... well... their best isn't that good.
So much for that.
Now I have to keep an eye on these two, as well as find these rings, and make sure Mereba's magic stone that may or may not be filled with a bunch of voices doesn't get damaged.
Andrew sighs. "It's never easy, is it?"
His step skips a beat, an honest look of surprise on his face for a moment before continuing on.
"Wow, the voices didn't take long at all, did they?"
"Yeah, I'm ready. I'm just hoping Mereba's parents fit the bill."
He listens, somehow not bewildered by the fact he's hearing with his mind, and not his ears.
"Well. Half-Vetian. The other half is human, so I'm not as strong as a full-blooded one. Strong enough, though."
"Oh, Jess? He punched harder than I expected, but it was pretty easy to step with it. His style is pretty basic."
He looks to his backpack, where you now sit.
"Let me guess, you want to pick my brain, too?
Just remember, if you're up to something I'm not going to stand for it."
Although I have a feeling that sitting around as someone's pet rock ranks pretty low in nefariousness.
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