Here's how it will go. I will transcribe what Damien and I are saying.
Damien's will virtually always be on.
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Scott: Damien, is your talkie on?
Damien: Yeah.
Scott: Okay. Thanks.
~~Note: Damien says just about nothing during the ceremony. I don't think he's really the talking type.~~
(A lot of water noises.)
~~Note 2: I realized time did not pass in between the time I left and came back. If it did, it did so minimally.~~
Damien: Okay. So, um, remind me, what should I do?
Scott: Just describe everything that's going on. At a distance. Any suspicious character should be kept away from until further notice.
Damien: Okay. Um. I'm in water? but it's not affecting me at all. Like.. i'm not getting wet or anything.
Damien: Also, theres somebody in the distance. Um. They're sitting on a duck floatie? Like those floating things? Um.. Duck faced floatie.
Scott: Okay.
Damien: Yeah. I'm going to approach them. You uh... you said a lord was going to? (a lot of gibberish. I think he dropped the talkie briefly and then picked it up.)
**Note: Damien takes a while to do things! I had to re-listen to this audio a few times and cut a lot of it out! He really didn't want to approach him.**
Damien: U...m... Hello, sir?
[A lot of shifting, and the sound of what I'm pretty sure is skin against plastic? ew. Also, the sound of a rubber duck squeaking.]
???: [laughter]

(I believe this to be a man. His voice is masculine, and sort of rough. Like he hasn't spoken in years. Please excuse my poetic language.)
???(cruely): And who might you be. And what are you doing in my lake.
Damien: Lake?... (forced laughter) This is a pretty big lake... And a pretty big YOU!
???: I noticed.
[A flicking noise, and a splash. Damien coughs.]
???: On that note, a pretty small you.
???: State your business, mortal.
Damien: I'm.. here for my shadow?
???: [Confusion sounds.] What?

???: No, no. humans come for blessings. Wishes that their harvest may not die that season. They come for dead siblings, parents, children.
Damien: I.. Um.. I want my shadow back.
???: What's your name, child?
Damien, (at a loss for words): I.. don't know.


At this point, I switched radios to go and yell at Shannon and Allen. I told them to keep him grounded! His presence, literal or not, was to be kept on the floor! Now he's forgotten his own name.
Scott: Damien? Come in. Damien.
Damien, clapping: That's my name! Damien!
Scott: Damien, describe the man.
Damien: He's really, really big! Tall. Shirtless? Sitting on a duck. Bandaids everywhere. Two mini-people on his back! Brown hair... Kinda scruffy?
???(crosstalk): Hey, hey hey! Who're you talking to?
???: Show yourself, foe!
Damien: ...It's a radio!
???(mumbled): Radio?
[According to Damien...] Mini-thing on his shoulder 1: Electronic device, your highness. He is most likely in contact with some sort of operator.
???: Ah! Hey, brat. Hand your ''radio'' to me.
[Crunch. Static. I assume the man crushed it.]
Luckily, I had Damien pack 2 extras. He activates the second one.
Damien: Um.. Um. Yeah. Anyway, I want my shadow, please! Scott said I could find it here?
???: Scott. Is that who you were talking through your ''radio'' to?
Damien: Yes! He's very smart, he knows many secrets of the universe.
???( who i imagine made a face similar to >:\): I see. To what extent?
Damien:....Dunno.
???: (sigh) I see. Does this 'Scott' always manipulate technology to spy on me?
Damien: No, Your Heightyness,[trying to resemble thing 1] I brought him to help me!
???: To find your. Shadow. Look, brat, humans naturally have shadows. You have mass. I don't understand why you--
Long Pause.
???: Brat. [likely figured out that no, damien doesn't have a shadow.]
???: What are you.
Damien: Scott tells me I am a sea entity! (I don't know how, though, I can't surf!)
???: I see. Well ''sea'' here, Sea-Brat, you obviously have disobeyed your master, reincarnating without a Brand. Come here.
[Damien squeaks in pain. I hear steam rising.]
???: There. Now be on your way.
Damien[choked up]: What does it do??
???(annoyed): It doubles as a tracking device. Now leave me alone.
Futuristic noise. Damien has gone silent.