22; where did my magic box go; seriously i need that; magic ink dragons ftw
[Kefka is on top of a tall spire of rock, standing on his tip toes, and he's holding a paintbrush in midair. His eyes are closed, serene.]
[Lightning strikes. A dragon appears from nowhere, shaking off black liquid--ink?--and curling around the rock, leaving trails of ink where scale brushes stones. A second appears, then a third, until there are six of them drawing over the rock.]
Alright, Ink Dragons! Stop fluffing around. I have a job for you!
[The dragons tangle up to listen at Kefka's feet.]
Go find whoever stole the Gem Box! Bring it back along with whoever took it! [One dragon squeaks.] No, they don't have to be alive. When you find the thing that the community used to steal it, bring it to me however you please!
[And he looks up the screen.] And you! Community! If you see my Gem Box, you should bring it back!
[Lightning strikes. A dragon appears from nowhere, shaking off black liquid--ink?--and curling around the rock, leaving trails of ink where scale brushes stones. A second appears, then a third, until there are six of them drawing over the rock.]
Alright, Ink Dragons! Stop fluffing around. I have a job for you!
[The dragons tangle up to listen at Kefka's feet.]
Go find whoever stole the Gem Box! Bring it back along with whoever took it! [One dragon squeaks.] No, they don't have to be alive. When you find the thing that the community used to steal it, bring it to me however you please!
[And he looks up the screen.] And you! Community! If you see my Gem Box, you should bring it back!