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Goggled eyes glanced this way and that while Higgsbury quietly listened in on this conversation. As expected, everyone desired to return to their homes, where they belong. Graceland, Culrud(?), and various others… Wilson sighed, adjusting the straps of his backpack. To be honest, he wished the same. Though the Constant was absolutely dreadful, he’d much rather be trapped there with his ragtag family than running about in this world without them.
When Jesse’s eyes fell upon him and Mr. Sanchez, though, Wilson tilted his head. “Wh--?” Oh, he wished! If he had the resources to build a machine that’d whisk them back to their respective dimensions, he’d do so in a jiffy! But, honestly, at this moment; this was way beyond him (he won’t admit that, of course)! But the other guy… Wilson peered over at Zyx. Maybe, with some help, this guy could? Or their partner with the rune? Or… Or…
“A cult?”
Before he could question anything further, Higgsbury wobbled over the king suddenly using him to steady that balance. It seems that the other scientist wouldn’t be the only one banned from drinks for the rest of the day! But his drunken wobbling brought a blessing that Wilson must rub in Willow’s face later on!
Threats were tossed! And suddenly -- was that the Grim reaper!? Higgsbury’s mouth pursed into a thin line, which shattered over the sudden jabbing to his ribs. “Wh-whuah?” He’d rapidly look around once he recovered, unsure if he happened to be the only one taking notice of the skeleton in the room. “Er.”
Maybe he should keep quiet? He didn’t want to be deemed as crazy… For the umpteenth time. And so, the goggled scientist carried on while giving Elvis a quivering smile -- until his eyes locked upon what used to be a plain wall. “Shiny…” Twisting, glowing, almost captivating! Curiosity tugged at Wilson P. Higgsbury, drawing him closer to the ward… Only for him to freeze over Jesse’s sudden outburst.
Thank the stars! He wasn’t nutty after all! Luckily for them, the Reaper didn’t seem to be on the hostile side… And in some way, the bony creature reminded him of Wortox, a charming little imp who only lived to play tricks and pester others!
“...”
But that aside, the ‘cult’ matters might just be real. This gathering must be the cause of why they’re all here, yes?
No. Zyx was quick to answer Elvis’ audible question and Higgsbury’s silent wonder.
Damn it.
Releasing another sigh, the scientist carried on along with the group. There was still the possibility, right?
When Jesse’s eyes fell upon him and Mr. Sanchez, though, Wilson tilted his head. “Wh--?” Oh, he wished! If he had the resources to build a machine that’d whisk them back to their respective dimensions, he’d do so in a jiffy! But, honestly, at this moment; this was way beyond him (he won’t admit that, of course)! But the other guy… Wilson peered over at Zyx. Maybe, with some help, this guy could? Or their partner with the rune? Or… Or…
“A cult?”
Before he could question anything further, Higgsbury wobbled over the king suddenly using him to steady that balance. It seems that the other scientist wouldn’t be the only one banned from drinks for the rest of the day! But his drunken wobbling brought a blessing that Wilson must rub in Willow’s face later on!
Threats were tossed! And suddenly -- was that the Grim reaper!? Higgsbury’s mouth pursed into a thin line, which shattered over the sudden jabbing to his ribs. “Wh-whuah?” He’d rapidly look around once he recovered, unsure if he happened to be the only one taking notice of the skeleton in the room. “Er.”
Maybe he should keep quiet? He didn’t want to be deemed as crazy… For the umpteenth time. And so, the goggled scientist carried on while giving Elvis a quivering smile -- until his eyes locked upon what used to be a plain wall. “Shiny…” Twisting, glowing, almost captivating! Curiosity tugged at Wilson P. Higgsbury, drawing him closer to the ward… Only for him to freeze over Jesse’s sudden outburst.
Thank the stars! He wasn’t nutty after all! Luckily for them, the Reaper didn’t seem to be on the hostile side… And in some way, the bony creature reminded him of Wortox, a charming little imp who only lived to play tricks and pester others!
“...”
But that aside, the ‘cult’ matters might just be real. This gathering must be the cause of why they’re all here, yes?
No. Zyx was quick to answer Elvis’ audible question and Higgsbury’s silent wonder.
Damn it.
Releasing another sigh, the scientist carried on along with the group. There was still the possibility, right?