Rylie quirked a brow at the proceedings, "Yep. Same shit, different day."<br/><br/>"Ohmigosh, Raphael!" Emily cried out as she struggled to get out of the pool, "Argh, why the hell is it so hard to move?!"<br/><br/>"That would be because the perception of your center of gravity has changed," Rylie stated, shooting a critical glance at Kratos and Raphael, who were now arguing about the former's absolute lack of control.<br/><br/>"Well how do I fix it?"<br/><br/>"Dunno. Here, read this. It looks like a two year old scribbled all over it."<br/><br/>"Yes. Yes it does. Oh. It says... How do you pronounce that?"<br/><br/>Rylie felt an eye twitch as Emily began to sound out the words written on the scroll Kratos had tossed them, "You sound like a dying whale, Em."<br/><br/>"Ak-ooooo-wee- muh.... I think."<br/><br/>The demoness exhaled slowly and thought over the situations. Kratos was able to mind link with Raphael, so in theory, she should be able to do the same thing with Emily.<br/><br/>"Hang on, let me just-"<br/><br/>"ACHOO!"<br/><br/>Rylie went flying as Emily's second lightning sneeze connected with her chest. She peeled herself out of the Rylie-shaped dent in the wall, "Ow."<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, Rylie! This garlic just-- oh, no..."<br/>The demon caught the lightning with her left hand and dispersed it, "No worries, Em. Let's get you out of that pool before we try to figure out this scroll."<br/><br/>"Dammit, I like... Can't move! Holy shit!" Emily yelped as ice was quickly spreading from her hands, which were braced on the edge of the pool, and across the floor, "Ohhhh, crap, crap, crap! What do I do!?"<br/><br/>"Calm down, Emily. Losing your cool isn't going to help."<br/><br/>"Actually, losing my 'cool' is exactly what I'd like to do, Ry."<br/><br/>"Ha. That was actually a good one. Maybe you gained a few IQ points from that stuff."<br/>"...Don't make me sneeze on you."<br/><br/>Rylie smiled as the ice dissipated with Emily's panic, "Okay. Try to get out now. Your mind should have made the appropriate compensations between your forms now."<br/><br/>"Hey, you're right. Awesome. I didn't want to get all glowy-pruney in there."<br/><br/>"Charming, Em," Rylie commented as her friend pulled herself out of the liquid, "Now. Have a look at this again."<br/>Emily stared at the paper for a moment then sighed, "I still have no idea how to pronounce half of this."<br/><br/>"But you can see more than just doodles. We'll figure it out together. We are a team now, after all."<br/><br/>Rylie activated the mind link, and was able to see through Emily's eyes. Her demonic heritage allowed her to instinctively know the appropriate pronunciations, and she returned to her own head with a nod, "Got it. Thanks for reading it for me, Em."<br/><br/>"Thanks for creepin' on my brain, Ry."<br/><br/>"Okay, Raphael, this will either heal your leg or turn it into a puppy."<br/><br/>"Rylie?"<br/>"That was a quip. Here," Rylie repeated the incantation she'd just learned, and a soft blue light emitted from her hand as she passed it over the injury, "There. All better. And no puppies."<br/><br/>"We. Are. Awesome," Emily stated with a grin.<br/>"Yes, we are."