[Meanwhile Namur just rolls his eyes as everyone follows the cute girl (does she have any idea where she's even going? Whatever.), and he shuts the door on the second burning room. Maybe it'll smoke itself out. Ha.
When the next leg of their adventure is COMPUTERS Namur scrubs his hand over his face.
Shit.
If it was Namur, he wouldn't pull the same trick twice, but just because he's only got a couple of brain cells knocking together and he really can't afford to lose any, he Junctions Quezacoatl into an elemental defense position, the Guardian Force granting him immunity from electric shock.]
Well Miss Fireballs, Yer Highness. [He bows about as respectfully to her as Ifrit did to him.] Seems there's plenty a shitty 'lectricity in the damn buildin'. Can turn 'em on or blast 'em t' hell. What y' say?
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When the next leg of their adventure is COMPUTERS Namur scrubs his hand over his face.
Shit.
If it was Namur, he wouldn't pull the same trick twice, but just because he's only got a couple of brain cells knocking together and he really can't afford to lose any, he Junctions Quezacoatl into an elemental defense position, the Guardian Force granting him immunity from electric shock.]
Well Miss Fireballs, Yer Highness. [He bows about as respectfully to her as Ifrit did to him.] Seems there's plenty a shitty 'lectricity in the damn buildin'. Can turn 'em on or blast 'em t' hell. What y' say?