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"It appears we have solved the riddle." Mirii's right hand palm aimed at the door. "Attack that door, Hunley!"
"Should I...?" Hun stretched his mouth over his right side, while bending his knees. "It could be a trap..."
"Like, I will fall for it if I can help ya all out!" Carlson beat his chest with his right fist, before carrying both his wrists on his side.
"Who wants Barsy to fall into traps?!" Greta hugs him, pulling him further away from the door. "Stay with us, danger boy!"
"... perhaps Silin can help us with one of her powers..." Mirii's irises went over her left side, while her eyelids lowered a little, same for her eyebrows and head. "Silin..." She whispered. "Can you please deploy a magical power for us...?"
"I was just discussing that with Fara... we came up with nothing, unfortunately. Maybe you should watch out more about that door."
"... hmm..." Mirii's eyes shut. "... the puzzle piece came from that door... furthermore, the door holds the answer of why the puzzle piece was absent before it appeared in this room." She spoke with a normally-sound voice.
"Hey, how are you so sure about that?" Greta stared at Mirii. "Did Silin told ya that?"
"No, at all." Mirii's head shook, while looking at her friend. "Silin discussed with Fara's alter ego about it... they do not have any powers for the situation."
"Oh, darn it!" Greta stomped the floor. "Right in front of a true obstacle to overcome...!"
"We can still understand what to do in such situation..." Mirii nodded at Greta, while walking near her and keeping an eye on the room's entrance.
Once near, Mirii's voice was again, a small whisper, while the girl leaned her head towards Greta.
"Keep the voice down, whenever you want to talk about Silin or not... understood?"
"Yeah, I got a feeling..." Greta also whispered. "We gotta improve ourselves though..."
"Why you whisper?" Hun walked near the two girls, frowning a little and looking at Greta in particular.
"I will explain later, Hunley." Mirii opened her arms widely. "It is time to tackle that door at once!"
"... if we don't have any choice..." Hun sighed, as he faced the door. "... then, I'm ready to do it."
"Destroy that piece of technology with all your might!" Mirii aimed her right forefinger at the sealed door. "Commence the operation!"
Hun turned into a Squid, as he began sliding quickly towards the mysterious door. He jumped as soon as he was in range, spinning around him with ease.
BUMF!
The door presented itself with a bended shape on its middle: Hun landed safely back on the ground, but his eyes were spinning and a large bump appeared on his head.
"Hunley!" Mirii dashed after him, as her eyebrows rose. "Curses!"
She hugged him, picking him up from the ground and carrying him closer to her chest.
Do not attack this door, please!
"About time someone decided to talk to us." Greta rose her head, smiling at the ceiling. "What's up, Mr. Voiceover?"
We did a mistake: this door wasn't supposed to be visible in front of the visitors' eyes... and we apologize for not being able to do so.
"... what's the purpose of that door?" Mirii's eyes squeezed a little, while they were staring at the ceiling.
It was made for emergency situations, but it can be used in other ways... in this case it was used to place a puzzle piece we accidentally forgot! Its location was supposed to be different, however…
"... hmpf!" Mirii grimaced.
Again, sorry for the inconvenience... go back hunting for more of them.
"Are those blue-screened computers connected with the puzzle pieces?" Mirii folded her arms.
...
"... hmm..." Her irises went over her right side. "It might not be a good idea to insist on the matter..."
"Those bozos want us to play riddles all day long, huh?!" Greta's eyebrows 'smiled', as her fists pressed hard against her sides. "Why they don't do it easy and let us be visitors for once instead of making us become... crazy?"
"Hmm?" Mirii faced Greta again. "What did you just said?"
"Come on, Mirii..." Greta's eyelids lowered to the middle. "They pestered us with tricks in every building we happen to go in"
Mirii's right hand covered Greta's mouth, as Mirii's irises shrunk.
"Quiet, you!" Sweat covered her forehead.
"... mmpf, mmpf!" A sweat drop appeared on Greta's right side of her head.
"Let's ignore the door and move on the next room." Mirii slid her mouth, as she walked towards the room's entrance.
Soon, she was out of the room, headed to the left side and looking at three more doors before she would face a dead end.
"Let's see..." Mirii went over the right side, meeting the lonely door of the side. "Perhaps, this room is useful..."
Without hesitation, Mirii unlocked the door, immediately stepping inside: her steps were being followed by the rest of the Inkinators' members.
The shortest girl looked around herself, especially watching the walls: paintings filled them! Each painting was depicting an Inkling wearing a luxurious, yet old-styled clothing.
"... no way..." Mirii's face went paler.
Her eyes went down, as she stared at a long, wooden counter holding one more painting... this time, the painting was only showing a scenery of a town located around the green hills.
"... no way...!" Mirii swallowed silently. "P-Project Neo was defeated back when we discovered their secret operations...!"
"What the turf is this?" Greta opened her arms widely. "Are we in some sort of workshop now?!"
"Like, talk about showing some art..." Carlson brought his hands behind his neck.
"... this looks familiar..." Hun looked around himself.
"What the shell, Hunry?!" Greta brought her fists in front of her mouth. "Do you actually remember something...?!"
"... we..." Hun frowned. "We were in such situation before...!"
"Indeed we were, Hunley..." Mirii's head rose. "... we fought our way through the museum, in the past..."
