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| 00050 | Sat, 31 Dec 2022 10:33:06 -0700 | Sat, 31 Dec 2022 10:33:07 -0700 | yes | yes |
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Meta: I look forward to reading the A.I.'s play once it's written, we should go back and write the sequence of events for this segment from their perspective in play form at some point.
Alex gingerly takes the note from the owl and reads it quickly. "I guess my S.T.A.G. got to Inky after all." Eyeing the tower and cutting up the windows, it looks like maybe I'd get a shot in from the zip line. But it's iffy.
Alex grabs the wheel and guides the balloonship slowly up a few levels. From that vantage point it should only be 3-4 levels between the ship and I.
After getting the ship in place he grabs a zip line canon and launches it at one of the windows on the 7th floor, sinking the anchor firmly beneath the window.
Now to signal Inky... Alex rummages around the ship, finding both a signal flare gun and flares in the cargo hold, at least the pirates were prepared for the worst. Taking aim away from the Balloon Sails, Alex fires the flare up into the air creating a dazingly and bright signal in the sky.
You fire the zipline and the hemogoblin cheers adorably. The spear pierces the stone right beneath the 7th floor window, and the hooks extend and foam, cementing the line in place.
In a locker on the side of the ship you find a few signal flares. You point them away from the balloons and fire into the sky. The flares explode brilliantly and hang dazzling in the sky before slowly drifting downward.
A pair of zephynos swim over, attracted by the brilliant sparkling lights. They excitedly bat at the air with their hands and turn somersaults. They pull at some clouds and squeeze them into dozens of abstract forms inspired by the bursts. They toss them back and forth playfully and soon the boulders are drifting around listlessly overhead.
Below, almost all of the Cyberplasms have noticed by now that their ship has been stolen. Several crowd into the hole in the wall and shout and shake their fists at you.
You hear a low chirrup behind you and turn to see the hemogoblin standing in the middle of the deck. Somehow in all the commotion it has managed to get its tiny little hands on the ruby-hilted dagger. It grips the hilt tightly in both hands and gazes in wide-eyed wonder at the gem, utterly captivated, back turned to the fireworks. The hemogoblin and the blade are absolutely dripping with rivers of blood. A decent sized pool has already formed at its feet.
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