"Wait... Other Seacons?"
Backstop started going forward. "Oh, man... This whole place is nuts..." Beetle told Slyther. "We are here, lookin' for a Seacon." @meepinater
"Yes, other seacons. There are..." he stops for a moment, mentally counting. "3 others left I believe, but Scylla can correct me on that."
"Four!" "Were they all white with gray and yellow, had up to no kibble, and were having a weird accent just like hers?"
"So.... Eh... What's your story?" @meepinater
"What do you mean?" Slyther asked.
"Sorry, It can be hard to keep track." He says a little sheepishly.
"How was your life before... This."
"Yes!" Scylla yelled. "Oh, I saw 'em!"
"Excellent, we can grab them, then return to the rest of the crew, and find our guide."
""Hang on, where were they going?" "I dunno. Didn't ask 'em."
"Fair enough. Did you see what direction they were going, and can you remember when you saw them?"
"Ye. Half of hour ago, this way." he said, turning to his wolf mode.
"Alright." He said, and followed.
He backed up a little so he was next to scylla.
"Be ready to fight" He whispered, hoping the wolf wouldn't hear.
She nodded, before using her eight tentacles as limbs to follow the wolf. "Name's Weirdwolf, by the way!"
"Pleasure. I'm Scaleraker." He responds
"Calm." Slyther said, a tone of nostalgia and sadness in his voice. "Nobody was chasssssing me."
"Wanna talk 'bout it?"
"Aight," Forager says. He whistles to Moley, who begins to drill into the metal ground, its blades screeching and whirring.
Drill Bit jumped on the back of the mole.
"Not really. Thick scales, raking claws. Fairly simple. As if it was my idea." he says with a sad chuckle.
Forager soon joins him; Moley doesn't seem to mind.
"Yea! Let's drill!"