“These rescues are always dangerous,” Migata said to Free from behind O/N- who was still in the doorway, “I don’t want to be responsible for anything going wrong.”
“But that’s the exciting part!” the bubbly pinkette replied brightly, “what’s a life unless it’s lived on the edge?”
“I agree with Migata,” you chimed in from beside him, “I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to come.”
“I’ll be with the number one team in RFO!” Free exclaimed, throwing her arms out wide, “what have I to fear? You’re all super strong so I’ll be fine!”
“No, I really don’t think—”
“This is going to be fantastic!” Free continued, cutting you short, “this will be amazing coverage!”
“Free” Migata said sternly, his serious tone being lost on her.
“I’ll need to bring a cameraman!” she gasped excitedly, “this will need to be televised!”
Before any of you could say another word she spun on her tippy toes and dashed away, leaving you all standing there with very perplexed looks on your faces.
“Is there a way we could give her the slip?” you whispered to Migata.
“We could tell her that we’re leaving on a certain day but then go before then?” Migata whispered in reply, “we’ll need to get more information from that player there, though.” He gestured to the player who was still being sullenly detained by the security guards.
“Hey,” Migata called to them as he stepped around O/N and into the hall, “she’s ok, we need to talk to her more,” his words making her face light up with relief.
The guards let her go and she made her way quickly back over to you all.
“Thank you, thank you,” she said appreciatively, bowing each time with her thank you’s.
“Would you mind coming in and talking with us?” you asked politely, “we need some more information on where your guild members are being held.”
She nodded enthusiastically and stepped into the room while O/N shut the door to keep any eavesdropping ears out.
“Which level are your team being held on?” Migata asked as you and he walked over to the lounge nearby and sat down.
“Level 46,” she said, “the spider level.”
“I know it well,” Butterfli3 shuddered from the seat across from you, “I accidentally teleported there once.”
“We’ll have to check if this is a legitimate case,” you whispered to Migata, leaning your head all the way in to his and whispering very closely into his ear, “we’ll check with Hansu if there are abnormalities on that level.”
Migata nodded and gently placed his hand on your bare thigh that was showing through the high slit in your outfit.
“We can do that when we get out today,” he replied, turning his head back to yours and whispering back against your ear, his lips brushing the outer rim.
You broke out in goosebumps and your neck buckled slightly at the tickle his lips provided, making you giggle a little.
“Ayo,” O/N called to you both, “y’all done with ya canoodling over there? We have a mission to detail.”
“Sorry” you said quickly, batting your eyelashes as you pulled away from Migata a bit.
He still had his hand on your thigh and squeezed it a little as he looked up to reply O/N.
“Whats a man to do when his girl is right beside him looking beautiful? It would only be natural that he want to make her giggle,” he said, covering for your little private conversation about the rouge monsters.
“Awwww,” the new player coo’d, “you two are so cute.”
“Anyway” O/N interjected, giving Migata the stink eye, “so level 46… and there’s a force field around where the players are stuck?”
“Yes, I believe so? That’s what they said. They said they could get in but just not out again.” Her face fall.
“That’s ok, maybe we could do what we did with the Pants rescue?” O/N asked Migata, “get the potions from level 40 then give it to the players and let them out?”
“Sounds like the easiest option,” Migata replied thoughtfully, his hand rubbing your thigh a little.
“I like easy options,” Butterfli3 added in softly.
“You’ve been very quiet, Butterfli3?” Migata commented to the top player who was just silently observing the conversation for the most part.
“Migata, really?” O/N deadpanned, “you know Butterfli3 the best out of all of us and you have to comment on his quietness?”
“Something just doesn’t seem right here…” Butterfli3 muttered softly, “I’m not doubting that there are some of your guild members stuck.” He looked at the player that was asking for help. “There’s just something else that seems a little suspicious.”
“Uh… genericallyspecific…” Migata addressed the player looking at the username above her head, “would you mind giving us a moment? We just need to discuss something as a team.”
She looked around at all of you and nodded gently.
“Do you want me to wait outside for a bit, or??”
“Yes, that’s fine,” you said, “we just need a moment.”
She nodded and left quickly.
“Butterfli3?” you asked the top player, “you have concerns?”
“I’m uneasy about Free’s involvement in this,” he said cautiously.
“Yeah, so are we,” you replied, glancing at Migata and he nodded in agreement.
“She seems a little too interested in us…” Butterfli3 continued.
“My thoughts exactly, Butterfli3,” you said with relief, “at least I’m not just being mean. I’m glad others are feeling the same way.”
“Yeah, she really did like you in particular, didn’t she, U/N,” O/N commented and you nodded.
“U/N and I discussed the possibility of telling Free that wrong departure date,” Migata said to O/N and Butterfli3, “yes it’s a little bit mean but it’s for her own good—”
“And ours!” You added quickly,”we don’t know what we’re up against yet and having someone along filming us is just going to get in the way.”
Butterfli3 and O/N nodded in agreement.
“We can always apologize and explain or reasons to her once we return, too,” Butterfli3 said.
“You’re too nice,” O/N said with a heart clenched look on her face, “I wouldn’t worry too much about it. We don’t owe her anything.”
You shrugged, silently agreeing with O/N.
Butterfli3 looked up to his right and stared at the wall before looking back to the group.
“Free is back again.”
“You can tell when she’s here?” you asked him curiously.
He nodded, “I have high stats. I could see that she was hiding around the corner the first time the player: genericallyspecific, came to us. She was listening in on the conversation and deliberately stepped out in front of her when she ran off.”
“Wait. What?” you asked with surprise, “hold up. She was there listening in??”