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"Then hurry up!" He replied, his breath a dark smog. "Go ahead of me. I'll be able to watch from the skies!"
"Whoa... This gives me an idea..." Narrowleaf mumbled, before transforming into a dragon made of black ink. He fell back, unable to keep up with...
"Brisk...?" Narrowleaf called, fearfully.
"Brisk... Wh-what's going on?!" Narrowleaf asked.
"It's a good idea." He replied. "I can see the souls of others now. This should be easy."
(G'Night, Eluuna.) "Good. They didn't see you. Hopefully they don't catch Bolt and Flitter..." He replied.
"Maybe..." Narrowleaf sighed. "Love, you better find a different route. A mob's gonna turn that corner."
"Thanks... I wonder where the other two are..."
"I know. You'd be welcome in my body.. If I still had one..." He responded.
"It would be. Maybe I could move in here! Then I'll never die..."
"It is nice in here, though." Narrowleaf replied.
"Hmm... I suppose it would be." He said. "I don't think I could live this for too long."
"Thanks." He replied, possessing her. "You still have control."
"Or not..." He said, leaving his corpse. "Can I get a ride, dear?" He asked Brisk, flying behind her.
(I'm back!) "Wait up!" Narrowleaf called, following Brisk.
(Gotta do... stuff... Be back soon!) "Whoa." He mumbled.
"Wh-what is it?"
"I... Don't think so. Corpses don't transform. Ooh! That reminds me!" Narrowleaf said, taking a bite from his leg. "Not half bad..."
"Whoever looks the coolest. There's a whole town of 'em down there." He replied.
"Don't worry! I'll just find a donor when the time comes. If you... know what I mean."
