Another Friend in Amphibia

Chapter 53: Preparation Day

Drake was hard at work helping everyone load the fwagon with crates full of weapons and supplies. "This is going to be a long trip, isn't it?" Drake asked rhetorically.

Marcy walked up to the group. "So, Anne, I think we can both agree everything's riding on this next temple."

"Yep." Anne agreed as she placed another box into the fwagon.

"Don't we have two more temples to go through?" Drake asked.

"Yes but if this next one is as bad as the other two. I think we can agree Anne needs some new gear." Marcy said gesturing to Anne.

Anne stopped at looked down. Her clothes were barely holding together, her shoe was falling apart, and her right sock had many holes in it. Anymore damage and it might not even qualify as clothes anymore. "Fair." Anne replied.

Marcy gasped. "Good. Because I already fly-mailed Newtopia's best armorer and he's on his way right now to give you a whole new look." she then ran off excitedly.

"Enjoy your makeover, Anne." Drake said as he left as well.

Anne froze. "Hold up. Did she just say 'new look'?"

"Yep. What's the problem?" Sprig asked.

"Oh, no. Not again. I cannot tell you how many times Drake, Sasha and Marcy have tried to give me a makeover." Anne thought back on the different hairstyles she was forced to try. Then she shuddered. "This is not going to go well."

The next few minutes passed without much incident as far as anyone understood. Everyone continued to prepare but that preparation was interrupted when a large wagon pulled by a crab stopped in front of the Plantar household.

The door opened and a red carpet was rolled out. A newt stepped out, holding his tail. "My name is Bernardo. Who is in need of my services?" then he noticed Anne. "Nevermind. It is clearly you."

Anne looked down at herself. "Is it really that bad?"

"It's worse." then he snapped his finger. "Come! Let us get you set up."

Marcy, Sprig and Drake joined Anne and Bernardo inside the house to discuss Anne's makeover. "I don't know, Mar-Mar. These old duds have been good to me. You know?"

"Anne, we're probably going home soon. Don't you wanna live out the fantasy a little, try a new identity, roleplay?" Marcy asked.

"Enough chitty-chatty." Bernardo put down a small three step stair stool. "Anne, who do you want to be?"

Anne rubbed the back of her head. "Uh..."

"A melee-focused warrior? Maybe a staff-wielding mage? Well, I'm excited to see what you pick. Have fun you two, I'm gonna go mix a bunch of potions for tomorrow." Marcy walked out.

Drake decided to follow her out. "Do mages actually exist in Amphibia?" he asked.

"Sort of. She'll have to use her imagination." Marcy answered.

"If she waves her staff and it does nothing. Wouldn't that get her killed in battle?" Drake wondered.

"There's nothing to worry about." Marcy reassured him.

"This isn't a game, Marcy. One of us could easily get hurt. Maybe even die." Drake replied.

Marcy looked annoyed. "Ugh, relax Drake. You're always worrying over nothing. And when you're not scared. You're either angry or complaining."

"I don't just get angry or complain!" Drake angrily complained.

The two thought back to Drake's time back on earth.