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[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Who: Team Malakim
When: Day 3, Post-Game
Where: Dorms
What: Let's Talk About Dreams...

[As you return from the game, Chum is seated in the living room.]

So...how did it go?

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[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Huh...weird. Well, it seems they did not succeed in shooting you.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Still in one piece.

[Flexes the fingers of the metal hand thoughtfully.]

Well... mostly.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Yeah...did you have the metal arm in your memories as well?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Nope. Must've come later.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

You know, I didn't think about it before, but in my first memory as a sumo wrestler, my face looked normal.

But this last memory...my face was all messed up like it is now.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Guess something happened in between.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Yeah. Much like your arm, I guess.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Add it to the list of stuff we don't know.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

That's getting to be a pretty long list, my friend.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

You kidding? It's just about everything.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Yeah, good point. But I'm sure we'll figure out more things as we go along. Just have to have patience.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Patience is overrated.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Ah, but revenge is a dish best served cold.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Who says we're going for revenge?

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Why wouldn't we be going for revenge?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Leans back and gives you a long looking-over.]

...so you really did mean that.