Time for the Showdown

Time for the Showdown is the third part of .
==Steps==
* Enter quest domain: Tepal's "Airborne Workshop"
# Investigate the airborne workshop
# Rescue the caged Qucusaurus
# Continue investigating the airborne workshop
# Rescue the caged Qucusaurus
# Talk to Chasca
# Continue investigating the airborne workshop
# Defeat all opponents
#* Wave 1: 
#* Wave 2: 
# Investigate Tepal's records
# Continue investigating the airborne workshop
# Defeat Allpa
#* Wave 1: 
#* Wave 2 (Spawns when Allpa reaches 70% HP): 
#* Wave 3 (Spawns when Allpa reaches 50% HP): 
# Talk to Chasca and company
# Talk to Chasca and company
# Return to the Flower-Feather Clan
==Gameplay Notes==
* During steps 1-12, a trial Chasca joins the party.
* During step 9, the four qucusaurs that can optionally be freed are caged in the following locations:
** Bottom-left side on the outside of the platform before entering the room
** Top-right side on the outside of the platform before entering the room
** Inside the room on the platform, in the very middle
** Top-right side on the outside of the platform after exiting the room from the other side
==Trial Character==
==Dialogue==
;(Continues from previous quest)
: Paimon: Here it is, the workshop in the sky... You gotta see it to believe it.
: Paimon: Makes you wonder why Tepal even bothers with Phlogiston Wings when he has tech like this.
: Chasca: Well, according to the notebook, the platform beneath us runs on components from the Cinder City. Those can't be mass-produced.
: Chasca: Also, I have some doubts about its mobility after seeing how it moved just now...
: Chasca: For someone like Tepal, who dreams of flying freely, this definitely doesn't cut it.
: Paimon: But if he's got that relic, he should be able to make a set of prototype Wings for himself, right?
: Paimon: Why bother making a whole flying workshop so he can mass-produce them?
: If he can come and go freely from this workshop...
: He's probably already built those prototype Wings for himself.
: Paimon: But this doesn't add up... If he's already achieved the power of flight, then he must have bigger dreams we don't know about. But what?
: Chasca: With any luck, we'll find the answers in his workshop.
;(Approach the trapped Qucusaur)
: Coya: Cheep!
: Paimon: Ah! It's a Qucusaurus! Tepal is using them to do bad things after all!Actual voice-over: "*Gasp* Qucusaurs! Seems like the merchants were right. Tepal's using them for his own ends."
: Chasca: I'll bet that of the opens the door... Let me give it a try.
;(After opening the cage)
: Trapped Qucusaurus: Cheep!
;(Open the next cage)
: Paimon: Why won't it fly away like the others? Is it...
: Coya: ...Cheep.
: Chasca: ...She's still breathing, but barely.
: Chasca: By the looks of it... Tepal was using these cages to extract phlogiston from the qucusaurs.
: Chasca: Once a qucusaur is drained of phlogiston, it becomes too weak to move... We'll have to come back for these ones after dealing with Tepal.
: There's another notebook here.
: Chasca: Let me see... Looks like a record of his phlogiston research.
;(A flashback begins)
: Chasca: Log No. 330. With the support of , I was finally able to launch the airborne workshop.
: Tepal: Even though it relies on the relic for eighty percent of its power supply, I've at least taken the first step.
: Tepal: Log No. 348. Research on the relic is progressing well. I should be able to replicate the technology and scale up production very soon.
: Tepal: has proposed a name for this groundbreaking invention: the "Phlogiston Wings"... I think I'm getting close. Soon, I will achieve my dreams!
: Tepal: Log No. 377. Encountered some issues with the new smaller-model Phlogiston Wings. The gaseous phlogiston showed some volatility during the refinement process.
: Tepal: thinks we should proceed at a more cautious pace with the refinement experiments... But after so many past failures, I have to prove that I will succeed this time.
: Tepal: Log No. 114. Ran an experiment using qucusaurs to refine gaseous phlogiston. It was a success.
: Tepal: Log No. 117. I have started recruiting merchants and hunters to capture wild qucusaurs.
: Tepal: Log No. 121. Major breakthrough in the efficiency of phlogiston yield...
;(Flashback ends)
: Paimon: Huh... So many parts have been crossed out!
: Based on the context...
: It should be someone's name.
: Chasca: Yeah, probably the contact he alluded to in his other notebook... Guess he has a benefactor.
: Paimon: Um, did anyone else notice how the numbering system in this notebook suddenly changed half way through?
: Yeah, and the tone seemed to change a lot, too...
: Chasca: We haven't got time for textual analysis, I'm afraid. Grab the notebook and let's press on.
;(Approach the mechanism)
: Chasca: Huh, never seen one of these before... Looks like this was built with the Cinder City components too...
: Paimon: Uhh... You're not thinking of giving it a , are you...
;(Approach the next mechanism)
: Paimon: Whoa! Wh—What's THAT mechanism doing?
: Chasca: It's asking for a nice, hard kick right where it hurts — !
;(Approach the center of the platform)
: Paimon: What are THEY doing here!?
: Chasca: It's Tepal's henchmen! He must have brought them here using the relic and his prototype Wings... Watch out!
;(Investigate the bookshelf)
: Paimon: Hey, look here! More of Tepal's notes!
: Let's hope there's some useful information inside.
:
;(A flashback begins)
: Tepal: Log No. 403. introduced me to some new comrades who fully support my ideas.
: Tepal: I told them that some saurians are blessed with wings, and some people with natural gifts, while the less fortunate among us can only look on longingly as they seize the skies...
: Tepal: But I also told them that progress can erase individual differences. Think of the tools humanity has made to fight back against wild beasts, the law we have put in place to even the playing field between the strong and the weak...
: Tepal: I promised them that our research will be the new frontier of human progress. With our Phlogiston Wings, the power of flight will no longer be for a select few to enjoy. Imagine a world where the skies are for all to share!
: Tepal: I only hope that when we finally achieve this goal... will be proud of me.
;(Flashback ends)
: Chasca: "Imagine a world where the skies are for all to share"... Yes, what a wonderful world that would be...
: Chasca: If only it were possible. We could respond faster... and so many tragedies could be prevented.
: Chasca: But Tepal... What about the saurians you're draining dry of phlogiston?
: Chasca: You're not sharing the sky... You're stealing it!
: Chasca: Bad move... I won't let you get away with it.
: Chasca...?
: Coya: Cheep...
: Chasca: I'm fine. Let's keep moving — I don't think we'll find anything else here.
;(Free all four qucusaurs around the platform, optional)
: Paimon: We freed all the qucusaurs we could, right? That's a huge win already! Go us!
;(Approach the main platform [this line does not trigger if all four qucusaurs were freed in the previous step])
: Chasca: I can't believe he captured so many qucusaurs... But right now, we have focus on solving this problem at the source.
;(Approach the center of the main platform)
: Chasca: Looks like we've reached the center of the workshop...
: Paimon: And still no sign of Coya's baby...
: Coya: Cheep!
: Chasca: Let's search this area for now. If we still can't find Chime, we'll double back.
: Okay.
:
: Paimon: *gasp* Chasca, ! Come quick!
: Chasca: What is it? Did you find Chime?
: Paimon: Not yet, but look... it's another one of Tepal's notebooks!
: Let's give it a read.
: Just in case it gives us any clues on Chime's whereabouts.
: Chasca: ...Alright.
;(A flashback begins)
: Tepal: Log No. 428. We decided to restart the experiments on phlogiston refinement, but without telling .
: Tepal: This is the final obstacle to the success of the Phlogiston Wings project. We cannot fall at the last hurdle!
: Tepal: Log No. 436. Earlier today, suggested using qucusaurs as an intermediary to extract refined phlogiston. It's certainly feasible, but...
: Tepal: Anyway, as long as our secret experiment succeeds, I'm sure won't bring it up again.
: Tepal: Log No. 443. We will conduct the experiment tomorrow. birthday is coming up, so hopefully we'll have a birthday surprise for her.
: Tepal: Log No. 444...
: Tepal: ...
;(Flashback ends)
: Paimon: Huh? Why is this log empty?
: Chasca: ...I guess whoever wrote down the log number was prevented from recording the results.
: There's more. Let's keep reading.
;(A flashback begins)
: Tepal: ...Log No. 0.
: Tepal: We lost many comrades in the accident... Among them our friends, lovers, and children...
: Tepal: But we cannot stop now. We will keep their legacy alive, and carry their dreams forward.
: Tepal: As of today, we are scrapping the artificial refinement method. Instead, we will focus all our efforts on phlogiston extraction from live qucusaurs.
: Tepal: They are arrogant beasts whose existence in the wild serves no one but themselves. Their true worth lies in their sacrifice for the sake of human progress.
: Tepal: To facilitate our operations, we will gradually move the airborne workshop closer to the Flower-Feather Clan, even as we continue to expand it.
: Tepal: All this, we do to create a world where the skies are for all of humanity to share.
: Tepal?: All this, we do... to make Tepal's dream a reality.
: Paimon: Given the way this is written, not to mention the fact that the numbering has started over from zero... It kinda sounds like this is someone new. Does that mean that Tepal's already...?
;(Flashback ends)
: But in that case, who have we been pursuing?
: Chasca: There's also a letter tucked into the end of the notebook... It's from Puma.
;(A flashback begins)
: Puma: ...Tepal, I don't know where you are right now, so I don't know how to reach you... My best bet is to send this letter to the Flower-Feather Clan.
: Puma: Your father is gravely ill. I know we've had our differences in the past, but he is still your father... Won't you come and visit him, please?
: Puma: I know you never liked him, and cared even less for me... All you've ever yearned for is the sky... and your birth mother.
: Puma: But we'll still be waiting here for you if you do come back. This may be the last chance you'll get to see your father.
;(Flashback ends)
: Paimon: So Puma's not Tepal's real mom? Huh... Well, she did say he never called her "Mom," but Paimon assumed she was just venting...
: Chasca: We know that Tepal's father passed away quite recently, and this letter looks recent. By contrast... the writing in this notebook is old and faded.
: Chasca: ...It looks like the real reason Tepal didn't attend his father's funeral is because he'd long since passed away himself.
: Then... Tepal's birth mother...
: Then... the benefactor who funded this workshop...
: Then... the real ringleader behind all this...
: Chasca: If we ask ourselves why this letter was sent to the Flower-Feather Clan, why Tepal always yearned for the sky, and how he got his hands on a relic from the Cinder City...
: Chasca: ...It all points to one answer.
:
: ???: That's right. Tepal was my child... he was born during my days as a wingless wanderer.
: ???: His birth gave me new hope. I wanted to become the kind of mother who spent her days as a valiant rider, soaring the skies... not an aimless, wingless nobody.
: ???: But his father wanted to settle down, to give his child a safe, sheltered life in his tribe... We fought about it constantly, until the love we once had for each other was gone.
: Allpa: He started a new family with another traveler who was also looking to return home... and I went back to the Flower-Feather Clan, alone.
: Paimon: Allpa!
: Allpa: ...I had no idea that despite being raised among the Children of Echoes, my child still harbored dreams of the skies.
: Allpa: Can you imagine, Chasca? The joy and surprise I felt when he showed up at my door, asking to join the flying trials...
: Allpa: Or how proud I was when he said he wanted to prove his own worth, rather than relying on my position as elder...
: Allpa: ...And then, the anguish that overcame me when he was rejected by the qucusaurs and became wingless, just as I had after my injury...
: Chasca: ...You've got a lot of nerve showing your face here.
: Allpa: Heh... Don't take this the wrong way, Chasca. I'm not here for a fight. I just want to talk... isn't that your preferred way to resolve things?
: Allpa: I trust you've learned of Tepal's wish on your way here: "a world where the skies are for all of humanity to share"
: Allpa: If only his dream can be realized, no one will ever have to lose their wings again. Our aerial prowess will be greater than ever before...
: Allpa: War will never again come at such a great cost... The loss of Chuychu is a tragedy that need never be repeated.
: Allpa: So tell me, Chasca... Do you really wish to see the Phlogiston Wings forever grounded and gathering dust?
: Chasca: ...Nothing you've said excuses all the conflict you've caused.
: Allpa: You mean the arguments back at the tribe? It was a necessary measure. Sometimes, this is the only way to accelerate the pace of progress.
: Coya: Cheep...!
: Allpa: Is a mother harming her children when she coaxes them into swallowing a bitter pill? Of course not. It is a brief moment of suffering for the greater good, and the child will come to understand this in due course.
: Allpa: The Phlogiston Wings are that bitter pill. We will never progress as a tribe if we cling to the scraps the Qucusaurs offer us.
: Allpa: Once the people have embraced the Phlogiston Wings, they will never look back — even if they learn how the refined phlogiston is sourced.
: Allpa: They will convince themselves that the sacrifice of a few qucusaurs is a small price to pay for our dominion over the skies.
: Allpa: But this I had not anticipated... I barely had the chance to introduce the Phlogiston Wings to the tribe before you found this place...
: Chasca: Your plan was hardly foolproof.
: Allpa: Heh... Yet, it can still be salvaged. Chasca, , you are the hope of humanity.
: Allpa: I'm sure you have your doubts about my methods, but know that my love for humanity and for Natlan is genuine.
: Allpa: You know me, Chasca, and you know that I've always treated everyone in the Flower-Feather Clan as my own children.
: Allpa: As fellow humans... surely you can understand my perspective?
: It's definitely food for thought...
:: Paimon: Hey! Quit the quips, this is serious!
: You wish.
: Chasca: Allpa, Natlan doesn't belong to humans alone... and truthfully, neither do I.
: Coya: Cheep...
: Chasca: How many times has the Abyss invaded Natlan now? And yet despite how much stronger it is than us, Natlan still stands as a nation of humans and saurians.
: Chasca: "Peace imposed by force will crumble in a matter of days... Because social bonds are what hold a civilization together." Weren't you the one that taught me that?
: Chasca: And yet, you would break the bond we share with our saurian companions to take more power for ourselves? That's as stupid as hacking your own arm off to use it as a club!
: Allpa: ...They are wild beasts, driven purely by instinct. How could they possibly understand human social bonds?
: Paimon: Ugh... How did someone like her ever become a rider!?
: Maybe qucusaur instincts are not so different from ours...
: ...Because clearly, she had them fooled too.
: Allpa: Hah, you overestimate them. They bow to the strong and shun the weak — that's all there is to it! They never gave Tepal a second glance when he was at his lowest, nor me when I returned injured from the Cinder City...
: Allpa: It's all about survival of the fittest for them, plain and simple. They obeyed me once I proved myself stronger than them, but the moment it serves them better, they'll abandon me in a heartbeat!
: Chasca: You're wrong, Allpa... They only reject the Wingless because they don't want to fly anyone to their death.
: Allpa: Hmph... Chasca, I will promise you this: Only the unruliest wild qucusaurs will be used for phlogiston extraction — the ones who have nothing else to offer to humanity...
: Coya: Cheep...!
: Chasca: Well that's too bad, 'cause I know a few "unruly wild qucusaurs" who don't think that idea's gonna fly. Namely my mom, my sister... and me.
: Chasca: And the others? To us, they're friends, family, even children... So if you want to put any of them in one of your cages, you're gonna have to go through us!
: Allpa: Is that right? I knew you might be difficult to convince — maybe this will change your mind.
: Chime: Cheep...
: Coya: Cheep!
: Paimon: Chime!
: Chasca: Allpa!
: Allpa: Careful, don't make any rash decisions... Unless you want to see her suffer.
: Chime: Cheep!
: Paimon: Oh no... That's one of the extraction cages!
: Allpa: I told my subordinates to take control of the tribe while I was away. Luckily for them... our strongest warrior and our most powerful ally aren't there to stop it.
: Chasca: Take control...? What are you planning to do with Mutota and his supporters!?
: Allpa: Merely accelerate their inevitable downfall — they cannot stand in the way of progress forever... It is not the move I wished to make, but I'm afraid you and your friends forced my hand.
: Allpa: And since you insist on opposing me too, I have no choice but to keep you here until the dust has settled.
: Chasca: Hah, so that's what you meant by, "I just want to talk." You never intended to negotiate, you just wanted to stall us.
: Allpa: No, Chasca, I genuinely hoped I could win you over.
: Allpa: You are the strongest warriors we have. Put down your weapons, and I promise you that no harm will come to this young saurian.
: Allpa: I just need you to stay here for the next couple of weeks or so, while my people consolidate their power. Then, I will give her back to you, and you'll be free to leave.
: You really think the Pyro Archon is gonna let you get away with a coup?
: Allpa: ...As long as the majority supports our vision, even the Pyro Archon cannot meddle in our internal affairs.
: Chasca: Your vision is deranged... and the Flower-Feather Clan will never support it!
: Allpa: You sure about that? Then wait here and see. Time will tell.
: Paimon: What do we do? Even if the whole tribe fights back, Mutota's in grave danger...
: Allpa: Stop delaying the inevitable. Drop your weapons and get into the cages. Now.
: Paimon: Ugh... She's still holding Chime hostage... Is there really no other way?
: Chasca: ...
:Coya: ...
: Coya: (I'm sorry, Chime...)
: Coya: (I might have to do something... unmotherly.)
: Chime: (...Do it, Mom.)
: Chime: (I don't want to be a burden... What kind of warrior would that make me?)
: Chasca: Coya...?
: Allpa: Huh? What are you yapping about?
: Allpa: ...Stand down. Drop your weapons, now! This instant!
: Allpa: Ugh... Aah!
:
: Allpa: No! The relic...!
: ...Now!
;(When Allpa reaches 50% HP)
: Chasca: Give up, Allpa. We're negotiating my way now, and this ain't your strong suit.
: Allpa: Shut up, just shut up...! Gah, help! Anybody!?
;(When Allpa reaches 10% HP)
: Paimon: Hey! Uh... something's up with this relic!
;(After the fight)
: Allpa: ...Ugh!
:;(The relic shoots fireballs across the workshop, setting it on fire)
: Paimon: No... What is she doing!? She'll bring us all down with her!
: Allpa: ...But why? We stabilized the relic...
: Chasca: Maybe it got damaged in the fight? If we don't think of something fast, this whole workshop is gonna fall apart!
: Allpa: No... They're directly beneath us... My beloved tribe...
: Leave the workshop to me.
:: If we don't solve this problem at the source...
:: This whole place will come crashing down!
: You deal with the relic.
:: If we don't solve this problem at the source...
:: This whole place will come crashing down!
: Chasca: ...Okay!
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: Chasca: Ugh...
: Chasca: It's too powerful... This ain't a toy like last time... I don't think I can just throw it aside.
: Coya: Cheep...
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: Chasca: But... But we need to get it far away before it explodes. Then the tribe will be safe, and so will this workshop.
: Coya: ...Cheep?
: Chasca: ...Coya, remember when we were kids? Come on, let's take this thing high up into the sky.
: Coya: Cheep...!
: Chasca: Don't worry, I know I can get rid of it before it explodes... We're talking some surface wounds at most.
: Chasca: ...All I need is for you to catch me at the end. Just like old times.
: Coya: ...
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: Chasca: I can't hold it back anymore, we have to go— Argh!
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: Allpa: Don't be insane!
:
: Chasca: Allpa! What are you...
: Allpa: You're a fool, Chasca... Why would you choose such a risky solution?
: Allpa: We cannot entrust the safety of our tribe to this wild saurian.
: Chasca: I'M the fool!? You really think you can stand a better chance than me?
: Allpa: Haha... Hahahaha!
: Allpa: Sure, it may be asking too much for an ex-Wingless to escape the blast radius in time.
: Allpa: But I can fly it a safe distance away... even if it's the last thing I do!
;(A cinematic plays)
:
:: Allpa: (...Here... This should be high enough to save the clan!)
:: Allpa: What!?
:: Chasca: You don't get to die a hero today!
:;(Coya grabs Allpa and the "relic" slips from her grasp)
:: Allpa: No...!
:;(Chasca dives after it and throws it high into the sky)
:;(As it is about to explode, Coya flies in to shield Chasca from the impact)
:;(The Traveler looks up as the smoke dissipates to see no one left in the sky)
:;(After a moment, Coya flies out of the smoke with Chasca on her back and Allpa still held by her claws)
:;(Cinematic ends)
: Chasca: Coya! Are you hurt? Let me take a look at you!
: Coya: Cheep...
: Chasca: What do you mean, "I'm fine?" Didn't I tell you to catch me on your back? Why did you try to shield me from the blast!?
: Coya: Cheep...
: Chasca: "Accident"? Yeah, right! ...Seriously, you're as stubborn as ever...
: Paimon: Chasca! Coya!
: Chasca: Hah... How are things looking here?
: All taken care of.
: All it took was a little DIY...
:;(Chasca looks around and notices that the workshop has been patched up by The Traveler using various methods, notably including their Geo-Elemental Skill Starfell Sword)
: Chasca: ...I think that's putting it mildly.
: Chasca: I owe you one... Again.
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: Chime: Cheep...
: Coya: Cheep...
: Chime: Cheep...?
: Chasca: ...Allpa, be honest. Do you still think qucusaurs can't form bonds?
: Allpa: ...
:;(Allpa recalls something Tepal said before)
: Tepal: ...Mom, I'll figure out the refinement problem. I'll find a way.
: Tepal: ...You don't need to worry about it.
: Tepal: ...I just need some more time, that's all I ask... Please, just trust me. Just this once.
: Allpa: ...
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: Chime: Cheep!
: Coya: Cheep!
: Allpa: The Flower-Feather Clan yields to the strong... and it's up to the winners to define what "strength" means.
: Allpa: So it looks like... it's my turn to yield.
: Coya: Cheep...
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: Chasca: Coya? ...Coya!
----
;(Back at the Flower-Feather Clan)
: Chasca: So... You're absolutely sure it's not because of the explosion?
: Cusco: ....Yes, for the ten-thousandth time, I'm sure. The blast barely touched her. The reason she fainted was old injuries playing up, compounded by over-exertion in recent days...
: Cusco: The moment she finally relaxed, all the built-up stress finally caught up with her — and no wonder... Honestly, she's just like you...
: Cusco: Anyway. Now you know how we feel when you go off risking life and limb! Your mother and I would both appreciate it if you lived less dangerously... You know she wrote to me from the Masters of the Night-Wind, just to scold me for not doing enough to keep an eye on you?
: Cusco: If she wasn't so busy with work, you can bet she'd come back here and chew us both out in person!
: Chasca: ...I'll find an opportunity to apologize to her, I promise.
: Cusco: You'd better! No more avoiding us, okay? And don't get me started on all the check-ups you've missed...
: Chasca: Got it, got it... Huh... Coya?
: Chasca: ...You're awake! I'll... I'll go let everyone know...
: Cusco: Hey! But we're not done talking...!
: Cusco: *sigh*... What are we gonna do with her, hmm? Even after everything that's happened, she still hasn't figured out how to start the conversation with you...
: Cusco: She keeps saying, "I don't think Coya has forgiven me yet"... But if you ask me, she's the one who's scared to open up and have an honest conversation!
: Cusco: For all her confidence, she's a very sensitive soul underneath... You'd think as a peacemaker, she of all people would know how to reconcile with her family after a falling out...
: Cusco: ...She must have been a handful growing up. Thank you for being there for her.
:Coya: ...
: Cusco: And, of course... Thank you for keeping her safe when you were up there in the sky.
: Paimon: Coya, Uncle Cusco! We're here!
: What were you talking about just now?
: Cusco: ...Hmph! I was just telling her that she's not to go chasing danger with Chasca ever again!
: Mutota: Cusco, I understand how you must feel... But it's all thanks to Coya and Chasca's efforts that the airborne workshop didn't come crashing down on our heads.
: Paimon: Oh, Paimon almost forgot to ask... They didn't hurt you while we were gone, did they?
: Mutota: Thankfully, when her co-conspirators tried to arrest me, I was out coaching Coyllur and Zhunan.
: Mutota: The two of them were a huge help. They took care of things while I went around rallying the resistance... So in the end, Allpa's would-be revolt didn't really get off the ground.
: Mutota: And as it turns out... not all of the Wingless want to see our dear saurian friends replaced with Phlogiston-powered gizmos.
: Mutota: I'm so sorry you got mixed up in this, by the way. We should have caught on to Allpa's scheme sooner... We could have saved so many qucusaurs from getting hurt...
:Coya: ...
: Mutota: Most of the airborne workshop has now been dismantled. We've just left one small, harmless part intact... and repurposed it as a jail for Allpa and her cronies.
: Paimon: Let's see how THEY like being locked up in a sky prison!
: How the tables have turned.
: Time they got a taste of their own medicine.
: Cusco: ...So, it looks like there's just one last conflict left to resolve. Peacemaker, you're up.
: Chasca: ...*sigh*
: Chasca: I said it had to wait until things had blown over, didn't I... And now they have... But I still have no idea what to say.
: Chasca: ...Coya, I just want to say... I'm sorry for how things went down back then.
:Coya: ...
: Coya: (There's nothing to be sorry about. Human or saurian, we all grow up, and form new bonds with new family and friends.)
: Coya: (And now, I've come to understand why you chose to stay among the humans.)
: Chasca: Huh? Does this mean, you're... you're not mad at me anymore?
: Coya: (...That's right.)
: Paimon: There's that family likeness coming through again...
: Paimon... Zip it.
: Chasca: But... that day, when we ran into each other...
: Coya: (Alright... I admit, I was angry in that moment. I thought you were their accomplice...)
: Chasca: Huh... So then... when did you finally make your peace with it?
: Chime: (Moooooom!)
: Chimpu: (Hey! Slow down!)
: Paimon: Aw! It's Chime and Chimpu, they're here too!
: Chime: (Mom, are you okay?)
: Coya: (Mom is fine, love... We're all doing well.)
: Chasca: ...
: Coya: (...I guess it was when... it was my turn to embrace a new family of my own.)
===Unsorted Voice-Overs===
: Chasca: Not that way. Now's not the time for aimless exploring.
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