Kokonoe successfully establishes a connection with one of the Winds of Destruction. Sundowner, to be more precise. He doesn’t see or hear anything out of the ordinary until…
Kokonoe: Oi. Can you hear me from up there?
She’s currently sitting in her usual swivel chair at her giant super computer, eating a lollipop.
Kokonoe: Good. So it seems that you’re part of that merc group that disbanded after the Black Beast and Balloon Master took up residence here…
She pulls out a folder of files on Sundowner and begins sifting through them.
Kokonoe: Been a while, hasn’t it? 5 or 6 months since you people left on your “journey”… I lost track.
She sits up in her chair and tries to patch her way into GW’s camera systems that are scattered around Heaven.
Kokonoe: I’m curious as to what made you all come back.
She literally has no definition of “personal space” whatsoever.
Noel is happy to make the acquaintances of the mages. She is still a bit shy when it comes to talking to them, however.
Jubei: Yeah… I know the kid. Used ta be my apprentice ‘till he was ready to go off on his own.
He chuckles some.
Jubei: Kid’s got a hard head, I’ll tell ya. Sorta like a, er… Hard’n crusty outside with a soft’n gooey inside that means well.
Turning his attention to Duke, he looks up at him.
Jubei: But somethin’ seems… Different ’bout the kid today.
Lancer follows the footprints with the map in his hands. Chibi is currently riding on the spear-man’s right shoulder. After a few moments of walking, Lancer comes upon Kongspire and lowers the map from in front of his face.
Lancer: If my bearings are right… We should be on the Island of Promised Treasure as we speak! Captain would be so proud.
And then he notices the gremlins by Kongspire.
Lancer: Who are your friends, comrade?