>>12520458I have a ton of links, I'll just post them all when we're done.>>12520405In the blink of an eye, Lombre just disappeared again. Disappointing too, I guess I shouldn't have stalled long enough to talk to him.
This doesn't come across as that much surprise though, criminals always leave before I can get to them, spawning a game of cat-and-mouse, he should still be somewhere in the boat, above all else.
With nothing else to accomplish on the shit deck, we decided to consult the only person left on-deck that had yet to have spoken to us.
Gliscor.
What a guy, going through hell and back by being outside, the chilly wind just fucking his HP over in all ways imaginable. It was ridiculous how a guy of his type was able to stand here that long.
As we got closer to him, I noticed that he was actually blocking the entry staircase to the second level of the ship, the one with all the suites that the pompous assholes live in.
"Uhh, hey Gliscor, hello?"
Mantine patted his face with one of his flaps, "Anyone home?"
He was dozing off, upside-down, eyes shut tight.
He didn't awake until Quags slapped him harshly, but even then he didn't bother to scold him for it, "What's your problem then?" he asks in a deep, husky voice. Malevolent sounding, to be blunt.
I tried to explain our dilemma the best I could, "Well, we saw you a few times earlier, and now it seems like you're blocking that stairway to that BEAUTIFUL second floor. So if it isn't too much, can you move? This wind is too cold for you anyhow."
Gliscor shook his head, "Not a chance. I've only just gotten comfy, here, hanging upside-down and whatnot."
