Chapter 8: Trolled
The analysts did the only thing they could, they kept moving. It was getting harder and harder to see the point in their mission, none where more vocal about this than Texeriax. "This is bullsh**." Tex complained. "We get it, you're bored, we all are. Not to mention that we're also a bit jumpy and worse for wear." Voice said, starting to regret bringing the rant crazed unicorn along. It was a logical decision; Tex was actually quite smart, particularly when it came to finding things that were hidden in plain sight, not to mention that his magic was fueled by his own rage, which could grow and fluctuate at random. He was good to have on your team, but so far he'd done nothing but whine. "I get that you've all been through some sh** down here, that's why we need to hurry the he** up! Every second we waist is another second this guy can think up some da** thing else to hit us with!" Voice groaned. He wasn't just annoying, he was right, which made him more annoying. Voice was about to say something, but before her could, a metal tube extended from the wall. It fired a dart which hit Tex in in the neck, then slid back into the wall. Tex pulled the dart out and growled. He fired a bolt of magic at the wall, sending a small ripple out. Tex opened his mouth, likely to let out a string of curses at his attacker, but then closed it. He just, stood there for a moment, silent. Then he started talking. Not at his attacker, or any of the other analysts. He seemed to be having a conversation, or rather, an argument, with no one. It started out, from what they could tell, with a simple disagreement. Then it slowly escalated to a war of words.
"Whatever was in that dart is causing him to hallucinate. He truly believes that he's in an intense argument. When asked about his opponents featured, Tex can't seem to pin down what they look like. The opponent seems just ignorant enough that Tex can continue arguing, and just smart enough so that it can't be easily beaten. They've argued about politics, shipping, weather, and are currently in a dispute about Twilight's Kingdom." Dr. Wolf explained. Voice sighed, "This is bad," he told his fellow analysts, "Think about it. No one set off any trap, that dart was send on purpose. And it was personalized. If it had hit anyone else, we'd have been able to ignore it, but Tex doesn't give in to an argument. They know are weaknesses. And they've been picking us off, one by one."
"It seems that they've caught on." "They were bound to eventually, it doesn't change anything." "They'll respond faster now, they'll be prepared." "Then we'll just have to up our game wont we?"