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[Twi]

Simuna widens her eyes and stares. And stares. And, well, so on.

After a while, she looks down at her hands, and then around the surrounding area, with the same expression. She opens her mouth, and what comes out amounts to choking sounds.

The Primordial waits. Take your time, Simuna. It's a lot to take in, after all.

...well, after a little while, Its Embrace wraps around Simuna all the same. The Primordial is warm. And soft. and curvy But its comforts go beyond the mere physical, in ways hard to describe because none of us have experienced them.

[Sl4cker]

She takes a look at her bottle of wine, and sets it aside. She curls up into a ball.

...well, after a little while, Its Embrace wraps around Simuna all the same. The Primordial is warm. And soft. and curvy But its comforts go beyond the mere physical, in ways hard to describe because none of us have experienced them.

She gladly accepts the hug.

[Shadestyle]

The Almighty's focus is strained to it's limit even now, unfortunately for itself and others, it is a god born of purpose not it's own, to Guide it's charge to prosperity, without the beat of the drums, the Almighty holds a minimal conscience in this location, stretched so thin between here and Earthend.

It can however respond sporadically in short thrums like the drums it beats.

The image of a sacred contract appears in the Primordials mind, made of pity and hope in equal parts, to save a race a long time ago, and to protect a race now, this memory looks like such:

"If thou has found o holy drum,
The [Patapons] shall be your sons,
Whether thou hast rhythm or nay
Sway thine hips and learn the way,
Thine efforts shall bear fruit one day,
And [Patapons] will march and say,"

"[Almighty] lord of [Patapons],
We thank you now for what you've done!
Our glory is right back on track,
Thank God you've signed the holy pact!"

Cute to someone who hears it, the image of the contract written in unreadable, but understandable words still holds deep roots like that of an eternal oak, the Words "Patapon" and "Almighty" seem to resonate as though they refer and convey to a much wider range than merely what the words say.

An unreadable name is signed at the bottom, blurred by time.

Hopefully this explains much to the Primordial, in The Almighty's Sleepy state.

[Twi]

The Primordial is... amused. Interesting. Not very important, at least for now... but interesting.

For now, she focuses on holding, comforting Simuna, her many arms gently massaging the girl and working the anxiety out of her- she certainly needs the help, poor thing.

[Sl4cker]

After a while, the Finnish sniper seems to wake up from her stupor, blinking twice. She reaches under her fur coat and into one of the pockets of her lieutenant uniform, pulling out a gold and royal blue cross - the Cross of Liberty. She looks at it intensely, lips twitching. Almost silently, she whispers solemnly. "No valley, no hill, no water, shore more dear than this northern homeland... precious land of our fathers."

She places the medal back to where it belongs and sighs. "Alright. I think... I'll be fine."

[Shadestyle]

"I am very glad to hear it." Lupapon tries to keep the Tribe in check so they don't start Partying again.

[Twi]

After a while, the Finnish sniper seems to wake up from her stupor, blinking twice. She reaches under her fur coat and into one of the pockets of her lieutenant uniform, pulling out a gold and royal blue cross - the Cross of Liberty. She looks at it intensely, lips twitching. Almost silently, she whispers solemnly. "No valley, no hill, no water, shore more dear than this northern homeland... precious land of our fathers."

She places the medal back to where it belongs and sighs. "Alright. I think... I'll be fine."

Eventually, It That Embraces does in fact release her, assuming she will be fine.

[Sl4cker]

She scratches her head. "So... these Trespassers... they must be fought?"

[Powder Miner]

Chartre stands there by Ian, grimly silent: what should he say? What could one even say, in a time like this?

((Are Simuna and bunch on the ship or no?))

[Sl4cker]

((ye))

[Adragis]

Sandra looks surprised.
"S-sorry..."

"Sandra...No.  Not your fault.  You don't need to apologize to me.  I need to apologize to you.  I'm the one that was practically committing psychological torture.  It's my fault that this happened.  And whoever's fault..."

Sandra looks confused but says nothing.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Penelope, Mio and Sachi exist.

[Twi]

She scratches her head. "So... these Trespassers... they must be fought?"

[Indeed. Though we seem rather small for the task.]

[Sl4cker]

"Tell me about it... how would we, I, even amount to that sort of thing...?"

[Twi]

"Tell me about it... how would we, I, even amount to that sort of thing...?"

It That Embraces smiles sadly. [Through a great deal of teamwork...and luck.]