irken obsession

Another Cancerite fell as its fate was met with Kalas' sword, the young man having gotten over the effects of the creature's spiked drink that was thrown at him. With the fight done and the loot collected, the party was ready to move on with their current objective.

That was, until Kalas' "wise and all-knowing" Guardian Spirit decided to drop a small piece of wisdom on the fight.

/"...Do you think they look like Irkens? I think they look like Irkens."/

Like I said, wise and all-knowing.

Kalas palmed his face. This wasn't the first time she decided to bring this up. Apparently, her amnesia didn't reach the obsessions she had. "/Again/ with this? What is with you and 'Irkens'?"

"Huh? What're you going on about, kid?" Gibari asked with a raised brow. Even though the boy's being a Spiriter was no secret, the fact that he was the only one who could hear her (with Xelha only sensing faint traces thanks to her magic) meant that he often blurted out the weirdest things from their conversations.

He sighed, lowering his hand. "Nothing. Just some dumb obsession Audrey's going on about."

/"MY OBSESSIONS ARE NOT DUMB!"/ A wince from her Spiriter, her voice becoming unnaturally loud then. It was enough to catch Xelha's attention, who sighed and shook her head at their antics.

"Kalas, don't be rude. Let her enjoy what she likes."

/"Ha! See?"/

Kalas scowled. "You're only gonna encourage her that way."

The young woman shook her head, giving a small smile as she decided to indulge in the spirit girl's obsession. "So then, Audrey, what exactly are 'Irkens'?"

/"They're a race of alien beings that seek to conquer every planet in the universe!"/

"Yeah, totally the kind of people we'd wanna meet..." Kalas grumbled under his breath, though he was ignored.

/"They look like...humanoid bug people. Like...ladybugs with green skin. Or ants, I dunno. And they judge each other by height."/

"That doesn't sound very fair..." Xelha said with a frown.

/"Well yeah, the current guys ruling over them are total jerks."/

"'Current'? You know these things don't exist, right?" Kalas decided to try and break her overly active imagination then. All he got was the nagging sense that his Spirit was sticking her tongue out at him.

/"So what?! I can dream, can't I?"/

"You honestly wanna believe that a race of bug people, led by what you call a couple of bullies, that go around conquering planets, actually exist?"

/"...well no, but I'd like to meet one. Without getting killed. Maybe."/

"Uh-huh. Whatever you say..."

"If you guys are done there, let's move on," Gibari cut in, having waited for them to finish this odd conversation before they continued on.

Before they did, Xelha had to make one last, joking comment, "Well, whoever these beings are, I doubt they act like rude drunkards like the Cancerites."

/"...no. They...don't..."/ And now the Spirit was imagining the possibility of a certain Invader getting drunk. Chaotic, silly, potentially destructive possibilities. Things that went to her Spiriter's head, who groaned as these images, a catchy theme song, and an annoying song that consisted of the word 'doom' got stuck in his head as a result. Along with a faint sense of craving tacos all of a sudden.

"There goes my peaceful night..."

/"TACOS."/