It Suits You

Mission Four, Part Five of Ten, Rogues, Raichu Rank.


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Pretty rough and speedpainty. I did a lot of it on one layer again. And quite fast sorry


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“A cello... really... you know a lot about this place, then.” Devonshire made a visible effort to regain his composure once more. “Ah, yes, you’re already in... in disguise. Very good.”

“Disguise?” Syrren looked the same as always. The only thing she wore, as always, was her vermilion-red ribbon, knotted loosely around her long, rough mane. Zooka wondered if Devonshire had totally lost his grip on reality.

“The ribbon, fluffball.” Nye snapped. He was still focused on ensuring the forest inhabitants weren’t about to assault them.

“But she always wears that!”

“Yes.”

“So how is it a disguise?”

“All the girls here wear them.” Devonshire interjected suddenly. “I have... found... this one... Here!”

He thrust a bright yellow scrap at the Vulpix, who flinched and half-fell backwards, tripping over his own feet and tails in an attempt to avoid the unsettling ghost.

“I’m not a girl!” His high voice was positively screeching with indignation. “And I wouldn’t wear that hideous thing even if I was!”

“Heh heh heh, oh, but Nye.”

A dark face with eyes narrowed, and sharp, white teeth on display in a malevolent grin loomed above him. Long claws held up the ribbon to his face.

“It suits you! They’ll never realise you’re not a girl! Hee hee hee!”

Syrren quickly grabbed Nye across the shoulders and expertly tied the ribbon in a bow in his curled fringe, despite her lack of thumbs and the Vulpix’s wriggling protests. She had years of practice tying knots, and the advantage over Nye in pure brute strength.

“Ah hahaha hee hee hooo!” Their colleague was clearly beside himself with amusement at Nye’s new hairstyle. Nye simply fumed.

“Very good.” Devonshire seemed to have regained his composure fully once more. “Now, what of the Whimsicott? The guards in there are bound to eat him alive, and I do not think crossdressing will be as effective in this case.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I have a plan. Zooka can enter the temple with us unseen, quite easily.”

“Wouldn’t it be best if he did not enter? He won’t be much use against dragons.”

“Hey! I can-”

“Shut up, Zooka.” Syrren shot him another stern look before turning back to Devonshire and continuing. “His skills in thievery surpass even mine. I know how to handle the guards, but Nye will need to help me distract them and I won’t be able to get the cello too. So that’s Zooka’s job.”

The petite Whimsicott looked pleased. He finally got to do something useful! Syrren trusted him, she had complimented him! He didn’t know what a “cello” was, but he would definitely get it and make Syrren proud!

“Syrren.” Nye was still sulking about being defiled so rudely. “What about Tivoli?”

“Ahh! The great brute that rules this place has rather lost his temper with me.” Devonshire seemed rather pleased about this. “I lost him in order to meet up with you, and give you your orders. As I cannot enter that... that odd place... I will occupy the beastly thing to give you some chance at success.”

“Oh.” Syrren didn’t seem as happy as she should have. “Yes, yes that makes sense...”

Nye sighed in relief. Facing Tivoli had not been something even he had wanted to try today.

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Story added 30/11
Not proofread really. Sorry bout the sketchy quality.