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mr.podcast aka the one, the only, the fabulous Miguel!!! : a podcast that has friends ok!!! #102

“We must save them!”
“Or now we can keep them.”
...
“Yes we could keep them.”
“But they are so sweet and precious.”
...
...
“Than we shall save them.”
The moment is tense, but it has rolled in favor of the 4 intrepid gals once again. Scaly and shimmering hands grip their shoulders gentle yet firm as beautiful kaleidoscope tails whip quick fast, up and up and up. An eternity of speed towards the surface as the 4 gals breath and life flails to barely ember, until finally, their heads break above, the now dead bubbles of spent turtle aire are ripped roughly from their heads, their chests are compressed in and out as mermaids blow fresh breath into their empty lungs. A long moment of desperate effort until all 4 gals begin to cough and hack and vomit and breath once again. Their eyes come back from the brink of glassy as they all realize everyone is still alive.
‘thank you beautys’
‘that was close’
“Yes, we forget how fragile you little things are.”
...
“We have to go now, but there should be a boat coming along soon.”
“a boat?”
“Yes, a magical, silly thing that can find it’s way between the islands of the tinies.”
[[]]tinies??>>]
“Yes, strange, little ones, they sail these sæs and war amongst each other endlessly, but they can be true if you are.”
‘sounds like an adventure’
‘just how tiny are they’

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“Ok you are right”
“We have grown quite greedy”
“We do not get such bright and light so far down and deep”
“But we know we cannot keep you”
‘you can keep us’
‘as friends’
“Friends?”
‘yes’
‘we shall visit again’
‘and share more with you then’
“Friends...?”
“We would very much like that”
“good, then friends we shall all be”
...
“Well, I guess back to the top then”
|||~yesh::; back to the top again)::
2 gals quietly sigh relief to themselves as 2 little, strong, brave gals smile and wink at their many new and dangerous merfriends, all swimming and endlessly darting around until
up and up they float
...
up and up
...and still up...
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and as they all begin to grow closer to the surface the 4 gals notice the dank staleness of their aire bubbles, growing thick and cloudy, milky thick around their heads, they try to keep calm, but their strength flags as their aire runs into a thin and cloudy whisper, all too thick and gone, the 4 gals begin to slowly sink back and down, choking on lack
...
‘help’
‘please and now’

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‘and we think we have seen what there is too see for now’
‘and it has been quite excellent and amazing’
‘thank you so much’
}}yersh, thak uwu’’
...
“Ahhh, but we have deeper to go”
“And much more to show and share”
the moment turns cold and the shimming of beautiful scales flash sharp out of the corner of their eyes
‘no, we have gone far enough for now’
‘now, we hug and say goodbyes’
...
the moment tightens and thickens thicker sharp
...
“No, we have more to show you!”
“We must show you the wonders even deeper, farther down below!”
...
...
...
“no, no little ladies, you must now let us go now”
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“Let you go? We are only your guides, you are free to roam wherever you please”
smiles turn sharply turned as the dank and cold darkness begins to seep in
“you have been most lovely guides, but as we have said, we will now be leaving”
...
smiles dark, boding and cautious light the scene
“Don’t leave just yet”
“Stay a moment or something”
‘please, dont keep us”
‘it is time to say goodbye’
...
“Goodbye?”
‘yes’
‘please’

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deeper down and so things row, beauty and gold and rose and old, and new and strange and pains with clever brains, and souls with personalities, and moles digging too down and deep, and a silly misunderstanding between a jelly’s large belly thinking they had first dibs on the old song and melody, only to sink their teeth on folds of jellied beets, more fins then feets, more fins than feats, din after din until in the cacophony, still 4 heartings beat beatly beat, awwed and wondered at sights they’ve never seen, scenes new and not before, nothing settles, just shifts farther, darker, further down into then and than well past before and than and then until there’s almost more...

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and a cute moment soon turns ingenious as quick hands grab quickly passing turtles, fully stomached on the easy poaching below and quick on their ways back to the aire above, adept merhands quickly pumping and stealing milky turtle bubble burps strong, full of breath and turtlely aires of milky, round and strong bubble skins holding strong beneath the surfaces above. the mermaids deftly place the milky, airy bubbles gently over the 4 gals heads.
“eewwww”
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‘sush’
‘sushs , beauties...the bubbles are gross, yes’
‘but now we can talk’
‘and breath’
|||}}}bUt the bubbs Rsogross!?//
“silly Gals, these are merely aire turtle bubbles...there are many more wonders to see farther down below.”
a wild and briny scent overflows the bubbles/as 2 gals grow nervous/as 2 brave/confident gals smile at the smirking/smirk of it all
“we want to take you deeper down.”
2 nervous gals look to 2 experienced smirking and smiling gals
‘sounds interesting’
‘we’d love too’
~`=+R33lly}}>?
‘yeah’
‘really’
))990h::wel12 ok**^
“good”
*winks and smiles ensue as things sink deeper*

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and cold waters push hard and overwhelming, stealing all breath and tightening pores, huge bubbles of air gushing towards their faces, bursting and confusing and popping all around. hands dart out from the dark towards their faces, pinching their cheeks, brushing back their stray hairs until sweet faces emerge from the murk and freeze of’ the moment quick. the water churns, turns normal, clear as 4 gals find themselves serenely floating deep below above, a skool of mermaids hovering, dodging around them, smiling, blushing and glowing interest.
“you’re all just so cute and, so beauty”
the words are spoken almost bubble beneath the deep, flowing surface above, but they are easily heard. 4 gals smile at the beauty and boldness of the bold and shimmering mermaids floating around them. they cannot reply under waters set so deep, but their smiles are true as they met the earnest stares floating in and around them.
“I apologize for our boldness...but you are very special gals and we are very too wild... we just wanted, maybe, a moment together”
4 gals smile sweetly and real and wave hello and yes of course.
a group of mermaids begins to glow hot and shimmer, shimmering deep and bold as everyone blushes deep, cute crimson and even deeper cute crimson red...

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and so 4 intrepid gals set off, bold and glam and confident. they have spent some time glamming and some time bolding and now they set off boldly glam. it is a short lived glam in the humid aire, but they laugh off their sliding blushes and goopy contours. they know they need only be wary the cold. too much heat usually means nonsense and they can all deal with nonsense, but too much cold means something else, and then/than who knows? so they slam through underbrush and higherbrush and all the middlebrush until they are panting for a full breath and a long draught of water. but they are smart and have tracked themselves a river. and as they dip down to refresh themselves with gulps of clear, fresh, flowing waters, a cool breeze cools the cloy and clinging, hot beads of sweat from their smudgy, glammed brows, a flash of a hand flashes out from beneath the surface, grabbing one of the girls fully below the water. a beat. less then/than a moment. 3 intrepid gals dive beneath the surface of a freezing and rushing stream.