This choice: Trucy scoops them up from the sidewalk. • Go Back... They might have tried to run, but neither Phoenix nor Apollo stood much chance of getting away from the gloved hand that Trucy lowered toward them.
They yelled for a moment, but the magician girl's fingers, as thick as their entire bodies, closed in over them without hesitation.
They couldn't move as they hurtled upward. Trucy's hand opened again, and they found themselves resting in her open palm. Her face hung over them, a massive grin spread across her features. Athena's face wasn't too far off, coming up next to Trucy to look at them as well.
Athena whispered something in a language neither of them understood, but it wasn't hard to tell that she was fawning over their comparatively puny size.
[Super cute!] they heard Widget pipe up from where he was dangling a ways ahead of them. Even the talkative little device had been dramatically increased in size, however that had happened.
Apollo jerked at the sight of Athena's hand approaching them. Her fingertips singled him out and plucked him out of Trucy's palm, leaving Phoenix behind.
He found himself dangling before his junior co-worker's grinning face a moment later, nothing but the long drop to the ground below him, aside from the edge of Athena's chest.
"Aww, Apollo!" she cooed. "You're so precious like this, I could just..."
Apollo, already a nervous wreck, screamed openly as Athena brought him toward her lips, parting them to reveal the interior of her mouth. Shining ropes of saliva beaded down from the roof of the damp cavern and onto her wide tongue, which was easily as big as a few average mattresses. The girl's warm breath rolled over him, carrying the sting of orange juice. "N-No-!!" he yelled, closing his eyes and throwing his arms forward in a vain effort to protect himself.
It took him a few seconds to open his eyes again and realize that he wasn't actually moving anywhere. Athena's warm breath wafted over him for only a split-second more before her lips came back together.
"Umm, Apollo...?" she inquired, her grin replaced with a questioning look. Still shaking, Apollo couldn't manage a response, just looking up at her instead. "You... you actually thought I was gonna...? Well, whatever... moving on..."
Athena shrugged and settled Apollo in her palm.
He saw Trucy watching them from beyond the edge of Athena's hand. She was giggling.
(Why don't you try staring down death's throat and see if you still think it's funny then, Trucy!?)
Trucy stifled her giggles at Apollo's freak-out long enough to glance between him and her own palm, where her father was still resting. Athena had given her an idea, but she preferred the idea of having Apollo for it, rather than her current passenger.
"Hey, Athena? You wanna trade? You can have Daddy, and I'll take Polly, OK?"
Athena caught her eye, thinking it over.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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