>>5284259“We’re going to hold off on fighting, at least until Dorian and I can get eyes on that stealthy Amalgam. The last thing we need is to be fighting a battle on two fronts.” You declare before turning to ‘A’, quickly couching your question in as many memes as you can muster. "Well do we do Scooby Doo? We have a clue, but I get the feeling that this part of Blue's clues will give you the blues. Maybe something happened here that made you lose your marbles and could be the reason why the Rum's gone?”
For once, ‘A’ is quiet, forced into silent contemplation as you extend your hands to her, palms open to the canopy above. "So what would you like? Red pill or blue pill?"
“...one plate of red, please.” She replies, the flicker of trepidation in her eyes quickly swallowed by a twinkle of amusement, no doubt at a meme you’re not privy to. Backing a little further away from the sedentary amalgam, you and your team find a dip in the monotonous tangle of veins and arteries, and it only takes a few words from Amara to terraform a camouflaged bunker to give you all a hide-away for what’s to come.
And it’s then that you’re struck by a curious idea.
“Before we get started—Amara, do you think you could, ah…” You pause, trying to find the best way to request what’s just occurred to you. “...ask the trees to see if they can turn their sweet scent into pollen and nectar, instead?”
Amara cocks her head at you. “I think so. Why?”
“Because if they do this for us, they’ll receive free pollination, and we’ll receive explosive pollen. It’s a win-win, if they can be communicated with.”
Julia fixes you with a look of abject horror in the same second it takes for Amara’s eyes to snap fully open, and she breathes a single word that makes you regret everything.
“FuzzBombers?!”
You look to Julia.
She shakes her head.
Dorian gives an enthusiastic thumbs-up just behind her.
Then, you look to Amara.
“...FuzzBombers.” You concede.
It takes your little one all of ten seconds to reach out and establish a dialogue, and though you’re not entirely sure of what she says it’s not long before the floofiest platoon of FuzzBuzzes you can spawn are sent to gather as much pollen and nectar as their poofy bodies can carry.
“Much appreciated, sweetie. I think we’re ready to see what happened at the cabin, when you are.”
"I think I can make it mini! Like, small enough to fit right here!" Amara informs you, kneeling in the center of the hutch as she whispers to the fleshscape. A scene begins to take rough shape in miniature - a simple, run-down cabin rising from the ground-flesh, surrounded by smaller versions of the trees that shadow your hiding place. From their shade steps a familiar figure with a smaller Daughter following behind, the pair advancing on the ramshackle structure.
(Continued)
