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LAST TIME ON DARGONBALL Z ERROR-76

Amukta is second up at bat. Awaking when bidden by Gauron, she stretches, yawns, rubs her vision clear,and blinks in the bright daylight. She takes a position that will help her to keep watch over the camp and settles in.
To pass the time, she freshens-up the thick, dark, bubbling sludge that transforms her into PRETTY SOLDIER SAILOR KABOOM!!. She also pulls out a few samples of local island flora to study. Who knows. Maybe she could learn something useful.

I'm tired as tits of this island. Wonder if those other guys are done with our Malibu Dream Home.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Wait, False alarm. Mathmatical. Also is there a way to post images? and what's this whole

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thing?

^DENIED.
Relieved to finally be free of that accursed island, bound for civilization, and resuming her quest thatnoneofhercompanionshaveneveraskedabout,thatis,iftheyevenknewthenameofth egirltowhomtheyshoulddirecttheirquestions,thoughitisunderstandableconsideri ngthattheonlyoneofthemshehashadsignificanttimetogettoknowisGauronandhe'snot reallythekindtoask, Amukta does her best to relax. Sitting here on the deck, back against the guard rail, in the shade of the sails now ferrying her to safety, she could rest. She sat facing away from the sea, trying to stay out of the way of the crew. She has had enough of the sea, now. Having only seen the sea once before her fateful voyage that landed her on that tropical deathtrap, the ocean used to be a great fascination for her. After searching for ships on the horizon for so long, all the novelty and charm had worn away. Now she watched the sky and reflected.
Several of her... travel-companions? Inmates? Fellow castaways? Several of them, particularly those of them who were not heavy-lifters who made up the exploration party, had been acting very sullen while on the island. Each considerably less so, now, but still there is obvious signs of emotional wear, especially in Thurston Howell III Ishiro.
Remembering how troubled Ishiro looked at the loss of his weapon, Amukta felt sorry for him. She understands how loss feels. Wait. Wait a sec, that's it. That's IT. She had seen the sword only three times but it was a distinct shape, next to those common of the region. Amukta was sure of it. She had seen a sword of the same kind, not long ago.
I need to tell Ishiro Amukta rises from her seated position and stretches, reaching her intimidating full height of just a little bit over five-feet. She seeks out Ishiro.