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title: 00053
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created: Mon, 02 Jan 2023 14:15:49 -0700
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updated: Mon, 02 Jan 2023 14:15:49 -0700
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syndicated: yes
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public: yes
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### 00053 {#00053}
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> The GDB flashes, vibrates, and murmurs electronic static as it
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> collects information from the Hemogoblin. "Peculiar readings indeed"
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> Alex mutters, stashing the blood sample and readings from the device.
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> Best to scp a copy of these for safe keeping.
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>
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> ```
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> scp gdb-readout.dat blood-soaked-handky hq:~
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> ```
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>
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> Alright little guy, dunno what's wrong with ya, but you seem just as
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> sweet and chipper as you were before, best not let anything foul
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> befall you. Alex scoops the little hemogoblin up and puts him into
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> his pack. The little goblin chirps happily, soaking the back in
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> blood. "Hmm I guess I'll need a new cloak when we get to town.. good
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> thing the STAGS are water proof." Taking accord of the situation Alex
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> notices that Ink has dropped onto the deck, and is hurridly beckoning
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> what looks like a stretcher and confidence down the zip line. "I
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> guess things went not so smoothly back in the hotel then.."
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>
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> Looking up past confidence along the zip line Alex also notes a set
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> of cyberplasms making their way clumsily along the zipline. "Shit!
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> Inky, Confidence! Get the hell on the ship NOW!"
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>
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> Alex dashes back up to the helm of the ship and grabs the wheel. As
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> soon as Inky has Confidence and the stretcher safely on the deck Alex
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> grabs the wheel and casts the wheel hard to starboard side, ripping
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> the zipline and moarings from the wall of the hotel. "Inky cut the
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> zipline, quick a you can, and check the side of the hull for any stow
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> aways!!"
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~
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> As the toques slide down the last few feet to the deck of the
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> balloonship. Inky takes out a sharp knife and saws through the
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> zipline. As they patrol along the edge to check the side of the
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> hull for additional company, Inky pulls out a tea strainer from
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> their kit and opens a bag of limequats, small round fruits they
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> keep around for their zest and juice to flavour some infusions.
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> They drop a limequat into the strainer, preparing to fling a ball
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> of citrus at the potential presence of any stowaways.
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Inky and Confidence carefully dump Bread onto the deck of the ship.
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They grunt at the impact and mutter a weak thank you.
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Inky starts to saw through the zipline with their knife. The closest
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cyberplasm can almost reach out for the railing and haul itself up.
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The second pirate is not far behind it. Alex yanks the ship hard to
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starboard and---thanks to Inky sawing on it---the line snaps cleanly
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in two.
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Inky looks over the railing in time to see the second pirate fall
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into the sea of clouds with a surprised look on its face. There is no
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trace of the first one. As Inky patrols alongside the edge to check
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for additional company, they see one ghostly hand and then the other
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reach up and grab hold of the rail.
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When the cyberplasm pops its head up and peers over the railing, the
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first thing it sees is a tea strainer flying at its face. It tries to
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turn away, but ends up with a face full of limequat juice
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nonetheless. As the citrus starts to burn, it squeezes its eyes shut
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tight, even tighter than its grip on the railing. All of its focus
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and effort is concentrated on the burning sensation in its eyes. On
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autopilot, one of its hands lets go of the railing to quickly wipe
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the juice away.
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When it grips the railing again, its hand is now slick with juice,
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and it slips. Knocked off balance and unable to get a grip, the
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pirate cries out as it too falls into the ocean of clouds, eyes
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squeezed shut the whole time.
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Poking its head and arms out of the pack on Alex's back, the
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hemogoblin claps and cheers.
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The balloonship sails away from Runesocesius and from Kelsun Peak.
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The sun is starting to set, and the clouds are turning brilliant
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pinks and reds. This delights the zephynos, who leap and cavort in
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the clouds, and run playfully alongside the ship for a while.
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You have in your possession a stolen pirate airship, a recovered
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Ginnarak Crystal, a couple novellas and manhwa, two warrior toque
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tour guides, and a childlike hemogoblin who may or may not be
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possessed by some kind of spirit.
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END OF CHAPTER 3
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- What do you do once you get back to the Milk Market?
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- Do you keep the airship?
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- What becomes of Confidence and Bread?
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- What do you do with the goblin child?
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[www](https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2023-01/msg00019.html)
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