Oz, I asked the Eye what the nearby flyers were and if it had seen anything that might have taken the missing kids. TBF stated the Eye was continuing to perform retrieval duties, but would take a moment to attempt to ID the flyers and would tell me of anything it had seen that might have taken the missing kids.
Also, have we found the missing kids as of now?
You have not found the missing kids.
Oz, I asked the Eye what the nearby flyers were and if it had seen anything that might have taken the missing kids. TBF stated the Eye was continuing to perform retrieval duties, but would take a moment to attempt to ID the flyers and would tell me of anything it had seen that might have taken the missing kids.
Also, have we found the missing kids as of now?
Confirmed.
Scans indicate that there is sufficient activity in the area, including within the fringes of the forest, to account for the total number of plantbabies. No visual confirmation on the whereabouts of the remaining kids. there are no plant predators active in the immediate vicinity either. As for the creatures in the sky, well, they have moved on to the north east and are circling several miles away from you, in a descending pattern.
I continue to look for any kids that are hidden from ground level or moved away from their parent, retrieving them as I can.
You locate a couple of suspicious mounds of earth that look fresh. Sneaky bastards. You dig up three little hiders and plop them down by the momma. There are 31 left to gather, and of those, eight are not in evidence.
Continue Catching Kids.
Try as you can, you can't catch the gingerbread man. or these fast little jerks.
Of course it's a mobile plantlike creature. The question is, why is it trying to gather its offspring back together rather than trying to disperse them as far as possible like any decent plant would in its position?
Estimate odds that this fucker's up to something, in short.
"Yo, plantmomma, what's the dealio? Don't you plants and stuff like to spread your seed as far as you can? What's with the clumping? Gonna eat the babies or some sick shit like that?"
Plantmomma looks up at you from plucking a slug off one baby and squishing it between two leafpendages: "Strength in numbers, Blue. [cheep cheep cheep!]"
How ominous. You back up, hopefully out of throwing range in case she decides to Olimar it up in this place and chuck her kids onto your head. You look around for a large bulb on stilts nearby, but none seem evident.