King's Mulligan [Interactive Project]

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Tiles: I think I’d prefer to be part of the first group if that’s alright. I’d like to build up more pages and take advantage of the improvements to my lance, and I wouldn’t want to steal thunder from the second group. 



Gallows: Doesn’t matter if you steal thunder as long as it works out right?



Courier: I’d also like to join the first group, think keeping Creme and Gally together would be the best choice. 

Gallows: What makes you say that?

Courier: Your proxy can still operate while you’re behind cover and you’d be better at keeping her safe when she goes in for the kill. 

Creme: A proxy would be quite fantastic for an approach.. I’m shocked to see someone around here who has one. Sharing information on them is prohibited in most circles.

Gallows: Didn’t happen in this region, I’ll tell you for sure. 




Motley: Then it's settled! Time to get the show on the road, right?

Gallows: Aye, we got everything we need on our end. Crème and I will wait for our moment, the three of you will go ahead and draw first blood.

Courier:  Think we'll be enough?

Crème: I'd say so, just please don't be too rough... if she dies by anyone else's hand I'm trapped here forever. 

Gallows: Mm. Don't get too eager. 

Crème: Don't injure her too much either if possible. I'll have to live with it after. 

Tiles: Of course, wouldn't want to see you hurt. 

The cat covers her face in response to that. 

Gallows: Motley, you know this place well. Take them ahead to the Unmarked Burial spot.

Motley: You got it, dear.

She leans in to plant a kiss on the bunny's head.

Gallows: Aww.. stay safe okay? If things go screwy I'll jump in right away.

Motley: Please, you know I can handle this- especially with a proper team!

Motley: This'll be a piece of cake.

She turns to the rest of the group, raising her scepter and gesturing in a direction.

Motley: Okay! First group!

Motley: Let's go this-a-way!

The various streets and alleys filled with silhouettes of people had a certain uncanny feel to them. The reflections on the floor feel like they could suck you in.

Courier: I have no idea how you don't get lost around here.

Motley: Practice!

Motley: ...and a crew of five ghosts to bicker over a map.

Motley: It's not too far...but keep close!

Motley: We're gonna take two lefts and a right, quickly. 

Motley: Like...right now!
 

She swerves, sending your party scrambling after her.

Tiles: So... may I pester you? We haven't had much opportunity to talk and I feel I should get a little more acquainted.

Motley: Fire away, my dear!

Motley: I'm an open book.