>There's no reason to believe we could guess at the spellcardy password for this, right Mokou?
> Mokou just shakes her head. Given the lack of time you have, trying to crack the code wouldn't be worth it.
>Get to work on the hinges. Try not to get crushed.
> You and Mokou start cutting apart the hinge. Even the best Lunarian metals can't withstand intense, concentrated heat rays.
> Maple keeps watch, though she doesn't stay calm for long--you can hear those footprints again, and the humming of that Samurai's voice...Is...Is it humming "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow?" Are they trying to mock us?
> The footsteps are getting louder. The door's almost open. However, you aren't sure if you'll all be able to get in before the Samurai catches you.
> Mokou, seemingly aware of this, engraves a simple message into the floor with her finger...
I'll hold them off.
> Maple opens her mouth to object, but stops herself and nods. After all, if anyone's gonna sacrifice themselves to an elite warrior, it might as be one that's immortal, right?
> The door tips forward as the last hinge finally comes undone. Mokou catches it, and Maple slips in, followed by yourself (while secretly thanking Medicine for having a small stature).
> Why thank you, dear. I'm flattered!> You tumble to the floor, confused. Was that Mini-Medi's voice you heard in your head just now? You lift up your hat to check on your chibi charge. Poor thing is fast asleep. Must have been tired out from all the excitement.
> *CLUNK*
> You turn around to see the door slammed back into place, and a faint sizzling noise...Is Mokou welding the door back into place?!
> "M-M-Marisa-chan...Wh-What're all these?"
> You turn to the interior of the room, now. In front of you lay rows upon rows of towering capsules, each containing some random poor soul (most of them are inaba) who seems to be suck in a catatonic state while suspended in a sea-green liquid. Each capsule has a control panel connected to each one, perhaps to monitor their vital signs. Before you have a chance to investigate further, a voice distracts you.
> "Rikako, you don't need to slam the door every time you enter. It's bad for your stress and and the door frame.
> You recognize that voice...It's older, yes, but there's no mistaking it...A familiar red-headed individual crosses your vision as you try to pinpoint the source of the voice.
> "So what's the deal with--" YUMEMI OKAZAKI looks up at you as she speaks, before gasping and almost tripping over as she stumbles away from you. "M-Marisa?! The heck are you doing here?!"
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