“Oliver?”
“I’m here, Trickster,” a male voice came from the computer.
Ohhh.
Oliver is not Ballistic.
Got it.
“Feel like patching in Noelle?”
“Sure. She’s in an okay mood. A little drowsy. I’ll be right back.”
Time to get everyone on board!
Trickster pressed a button on the keyboard and then turned to us, “Tattletale. I’ll be as quick as I can. Coil promised he’d get you to help us, but he’s taken his time introducing you to our group. The cynic in me suspects there’s a reason, and the pessimist in me says that reason is that he’s already figured out what you’re going to tell us, and it isn’t going to be pretty.”
Oof.
Let’s hope she has something good to say. But hey, at least we’ll probably find out more about what the hell is going on with Noelle now, unless she’s somehow immune to Tattle’s power. And hey, not even Imp is, and her power is all about people not knowing things about her, right down to her existence.
“Okay.” Tattletale was all business.
“Noelle’s going to ask you for help. Lie to her. Tell her you’re already on it. Roll with it if she gets angry, or if she gets impatient. She’s sensitive.
Ahh, yeah, I suppose she wouldn’t take it well if she found out Coil hasn’t gotten Tattle on it yet.
I don’t know how your power works, really, but if you realize whatever it is that Coil doesn’t want us to know, don’t tell Noelle.”
Keep it to herself until after the call. Sounds doable.
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