The Activity Club and the House of Frost
"I can indeed bring your newfound love of riddles!"
A final staircase descends, and Isabel runs up it to get to Flipflop. The spirit is still shaking, but Isabel lightly takes his hand (or the end of his arm? You can't see a real hand) and slowly brings him out of his box. The two of them begin to descend the stairs while holding hands.
"Thank you, thank you, Isabel!" you hear Flipflop say. "You saved me, just like you said you would!"
"Of course I did, buddy," says Isabel. You can hear her voice wavering a little. She must have been really worried. Flipflop doesn't seem to notice and keeps thanking Isabel.
Isabel walks up to the barrier and flips them both around it. Upon arriving on the other side of the barrier, Flipflop gets wispy and disappears into her umbrella, making it a tool once again. Isabel swings it around, trying to act cool after the scare.
"So, he's a turtle?" you ask.
"Yup."
"And he's the one in your umbrella?"
"Yup."
"That doesn't make any sense, thematically speaking," you say. "And if you've taught me anything, it's that spirits and their tools need to be thematically relevant."
Isabel laughs.
"Clearly, that's the most important thing I've ever taught you ever. And Flipflop is great! He breakdances, and his box is his stage," she says.
"HE WHAT AND HIS BOX IS WHAT."
"His moves put your parkour skills to shame, honestly."
"I believe we'll need a dance/parkour off, then. I shall bet my firstborn child on my win," you say, fake seriously.
Isabel snorts.
"Yeah, I'll need that in writing and notarized. Now, come on, we need to find the others."
A final staircase descends, and Isabel runs up it to get to Flipflop. The spirit is still shaking, but Isabel lightly takes his hand (or the end of his arm? You can't see a real hand) and slowly brings him out of his box. The two of them begin to descend the stairs while holding hands.
"Thank you, thank you, Isabel!" you hear Flipflop say. "You saved me, just like you said you would!"
"Of course I did, buddy," says Isabel. You can hear her voice wavering a little. She must have been really worried. Flipflop doesn't seem to notice and keeps thanking Isabel.
Isabel walks up to the barrier and flips them both around it. Upon arriving on the other side of the barrier, Flipflop gets wispy and disappears into her umbrella, making it a tool once again. Isabel swings it around, trying to act cool after the scare.
"So, he's a turtle?" you ask.
"Yup."
"And he's the one in your umbrella?"
"Yup."
"That doesn't make any sense, thematically speaking," you say. "And if you've taught me anything, it's that spirits and their tools need to be thematically relevant."
Isabel laughs.
"Clearly, that's the most important thing I've ever taught you ever. And Flipflop is great! He breakdances, and his box is his stage," she says.
"HE WHAT AND HIS BOX IS WHAT."
"His moves put your parkour skills to shame, honestly."
"I believe we'll need a dance/parkour off, then. I shall bet my firstborn child on my win," you say, fake seriously.
Isabel snorts.
"Yeah, I'll need that in writing and notarized. Now, come on, we need to find the others."