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[Shadestyle]

[The memory of those same creatures, guided by the beats of a drum to slay a monster the size of a mammoth, a demonic thing.]

[Then another image, of a small team of them routing an army, and shattering months of walls and blockades in a single march.]

[Another, of them celebrating one of their victories]

[The image of a similar contract, a blurred name already inked upon it, something about grateful [Patapons], and treating them like sons.]

[Finally, a choppy image, like it was fabricated, or of one's imagination, silhouettes of those creatures walk towards a light, and by looking at it, become happy.]

There is a sense of desperate desire, and pity in the last ones, and a sense of pride in the first.

It seems anything contributing to these is welcomed with open arms.

Anyone in the area would hear a light thumping, one that grows louder and louder over time.

[SOLDIER First]

Wilson continues to have been inside a sim at that time, and therefore unable to have known where Yamal was.
He also continues to be carried by big football man.

"Where did you get all that stuff...?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Penelope might run into Wilson and Yamal. she hisses at yamal

[SOLDIER First]

Penelope might run into Wilson and Yamal and Aesford. she hisses at yamal

[TCM]

"Hey Penelope." Aesford continues to have Wilson in tow.

"Wanna' make out before we leave on our respective plots and never see each other again?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Hey." Penelope smiles at them.

"Sorry, I'm only into stringy blonde guys who're completely incapable of fighting."

[Twi]

Yamal waves to Penelope. And Aesford. She assumes Wilson is talking about Poorly Concealed Fat Stacks of Cash.

"Well, I just did a little bit of hauling." She flashes one of her trademark grins. "Somebody's gotta do the heavy lifting after all."

[SOLDIER First]

"H-hi, Penelope."

"What about slightly stringy black-haired guys who're completely incapable of fighting with melee weapons?"

"Hauling what..?"

[Twi]

"Electronics! Apparently someone broke one of the machines down at the arcade...thing. There's a heck of a lot of parts to them, I'm not completely sure where they even all fit. Very heavy at any rate. But I've towed heavier."

[SOLDIER First]

"Oh. Well, good job. How much did you, er, make?"

[Twi]

"Oh. Well, good job. How much did you, er, make?"

Yamal just reaches into her pockets and digs out the Fat Stacks of Cash to brandish at Wilson, without even a hint of shame. NOT EVEN A HINT.

[Powder Miner]

Evridiki looks between the image-spouting energy dragon thing and the Donchaka and pervading sound of drumbeats with an increasingly confused expression. "What the fuck."

[SOLDIER First]

"O-Oh. Oh wow. That.. that's definitely... a lot..."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Penelope raises an eyebrow at the cash.

[kj1225]

Ian eventually wanders back to the ship to encounter Evridi and the tribe around a dragon thing.