In the third partSburb Logo of Openbound, after giving Horuss his Horsaponi, and then unlocking the chest to retrieve Rufioh's lusus, Rufioh can ask to be Damara. Once her, she unlocks her memory to remove the quartz glacier. The first chest past the glacier contains an East Beforan Scroll, whose tag is This link has the dialogue of Damara's dialogue with Meenah, Rufioh, and Horuss, and can be put into Google Translate  to get the English translations of her dialogue. 

As MeenahEdit

Talk to DamaraEdit

MEENAH: sooooo
MEENAH: megido
MEENAH: here we are again
MEENAH: i guess

MEENAH: please tell me this reunion is as awkward for you as it is for me
MEENAH: not gonna say nofin huh
MEENAH: just going to stand there and leave me wrigglin on the hook during this frosty silence
MEENAH: come on you nutty bitch at least do SOM-EFIN to break the ice

MEENAH: hey you didnt by any chance kidnap nitrams lusus did you
MEENAH: or steal all his dorky fiduspawn loot
MEENAH: i thought we were past this
MEENAH: dont tell me youre still tormenting the guy even after eternity

DAMARA: Take your dual fork. Fuck yourself twice.
MEENAH: do what to myself twice with my double W)(AT exactly??
MEENAH: cod damn your weird accent is thick as ever

DAMARA: It is not thick enough to give sexual pleasure to you.
DAMARA: Will you continue boring me with your words? Or. Will you take off my clothes?
DAMARA: I want to feel my nipples between your teeth.

MEENAH: did you just tell me to bite something or
MEENAH: screw it i give up
MEENAH: language barrier be a fuckin motherglubber


Ask Damara to joinEdit

MEENAH: hey so guess what! im building an army to kill lord ahahahaha
MEENAH: like you could give a fuck about saving reality and or wouldnt just be a huge backstabbin liability out there

DAMARA: Fair enough.
MEENAH: but just for shits an cuttles uh
MEENAH: been sorta wondering
MEENAH: back when we like
MEENAH: kind of ruined each others shit
MEENAH: because of that whole cycle of revenge deal
MEENAH: and i ended up dyin and god tiering and all
MEENAH: remember that

DAMARA: I remember.
DAMARA: Sometimes I masturbate to that memory.

MEENAH: aight not sure i followed that but ill assume it was more weird skanky sass
MEENAH: but what i want to know is
MEENAH: after the fight
MEENAH: did i hurt you bad enough that you maybe
MEENAH: crawled off and died somewhere
MEENAH: like in a quest cocoon

MEENAH: were you maybe all bloodied up from all those forkins
MEENAH: and then maybe along comes a friend with a maddening inability to hold a grudge against you for the ways you fucked him over
MEENAH: maybe trotting along in his new robo horse body and swooped your bloody torso up on his back
MEENAH: galloped off to your cocoon and draped you on the slab while probly not havin the nerve to finish you off
MEENAH: this ringin any bells

DAMARA: What the fuck you're talking about? Bitch idiot.
MEENAH: holy mackerel gettin info outta yous like prying a pearl from a slutty murderous clam

DAMARA: Clam will not produce the pearl. You do not know anything of the sea.
MEENAH: yeah i know clams dont make pearls!!! look i just misspoke it was a hasty burn ok
MEENAH: dont be calling out my authority on the ocean dmeg you know i got all watery junk on LOCK
MEENAH: who you think you tryin to rile up with that amateur noise

DAMARA: You seem to be very angry. Chill the fuck out. Let's touch each other. Please get stoned with me.
MEENAH: omg i cant understand you
MEENAH: chill out and do W)(AT with you ...
MEENAH: going to ask again as simple as i can

DAMARA: Exactly how much. Do you want to know? Bitch of water.
MEENAH: damara
MEENAH: if horrible conversations was a video game you would truly be last boss
MEENAH: now where the fucks aranea and her lil windbag stand lets just get this jam over with already

Be DamaraEdit

DAMARA: Do you want to be me?
DAMARA: You can not be me. If you can not understand me.
DAMARA: Further. You can not be me. If you can not fuck me.

MEENAH: ummm yeah no idea what you said
MEENAH: guess someone who speaks your gibberish needs to ask

As RufiohEdit

Talk to DamaraEdit

RUFIOH: hey doll ... don't suppose you had anyth1ng to do w1th the recent d1sappearance of my lusus, d1d you?
DAMARA: Of course not. Your accusation is outrageous.
RUFIOH: yeah... sure... l1ke 1 bel1eve that!
RUFIOH: l1ke 1'm not so on to your tr1cks by now...

DAMARA: Silence. So. Are you broke up with him yet?
RUFIOH: no... not yet...
RUFIOH: 1 tr1ed... but 1 just couldn't do 1t... 1t's hard, you know?

DAMARA: Do you mean. It feels when the lover has betrayed you? Yes I know.
RUFIOH: d*mn... so cold, g1rl. why can't you let the past go?
RUFIOH: anyway... once 1 actually do get up the nerve to break 1t to h1m... don't be th1nk1ng th1s 1s your b1g chance w1th me!
RUFIOH: 1t's over between us for good... k1nda for obv1ous reasons... so just fr1ends, you d1g?

DAMARA: Right. We will see.
RUFIOH: haha... yeah, 1 f1gured you'd be l1ke that.
RUFIOH: anyway, meenah k1nd of needs to keep go1ng through th1s bubble... 1 know you l1ke to make sh*t d1ff1cult for everyone all the t1me, but...
RUFIOH: you th1nk you could get r1d of that b1g *ss 1ceberg th1ng you dropped there?

DAMARA: No fucking way.
RUFIOH: aw, come on... do 1t for me, damara?
DAMARA: Fine. But you owe me. Sexual favors.
RUFIOH: Hahahaha... wow... alr1ght uh... maybe? just go...

As HorussEdit

Talk to DamaraEdit

HORUSS: 8=D < Oh, hello Damara. I heard you were having a mechanical issue with your chest over here. Mind if I take a 100k?
DAMARA: You can view my chest at any time.
HORUSS: 8=D < I... think you said yes? Sorry, I really struggle with your coarse lowb100d accent.
DAMARA: Please pour milk on top of my boobs.
HORUSS: 8=D < I didn't quite understand that either. Something about milk? Served to you in a particular way?
HORUSS: 8=D < Yes, if you would like some milk, I can bring you some later. I'll just need to equip my steam powered deSTRENGTHening gloves so that I may hand you the glass without shattering it.

DAMARA: No. Please do not wear gloves. I like it rough. Crush my body. Horse man.
HORUSS: 8=D < I really need to finish my universal translation device so we can have a more coherent conversation. It's just so difficult to get the circuitry to function correctly when one insists on relying on steam power.
DAMARA: You, please make sure that my genitals ghostly have a sexual climax. You must do it with your phantom horse's penis.
HORUSS: 8=D < You want me to bring your what to what e%actly with my what?
DAMARA: Rub your sweaty face on my bare bottom.
HORUSS: 8=D < Hmm. I...
HORUSS: 8=D < Sure?

DAMARA: I'm your Asian schoolgirl. You can reduce my clothes to shreds. You need to please me. Please use your horn.
HORUSS: 8=D < Do what with your schoolgirl uniform?
HORUSS: 8=D < I wouldn't want to do anything to ruin it. It's quite nice.
HORUSS: 8=D < But perhaps I could craft a robotic avatar for you, emulating your fashion choices. Actually, if I did that, I could install more sensible speech algorithms, so that I could understand you for a change.

DAMARA: Be quiet. Fuck me in silence.
HORUSS: 8=D < Um. *Cough.*
DAMARA: Go into my body. Or. I will destroy you.
HORUSS: 8=D < Damara, forgive me if I'm leaping to conclusions, but has the nature of your cryptic remarks been leaning... well...
HORUSS: 8=D < A little b100?


Be DamaraEdit

DAMARA: Do you want to be me?
DAMARA: You can not be me. If you can not understand me.
DAMARA: Further. You can not be me. If you can not fuck me.

HORUSS: 8=D < Come again?
HORUSS: 8=D < I suppose Rufioh should ask. He's always been the only one who can parse your vulgar, peasant tongue.

As DamaraEdit

Talk to RufiohEdit

RUFIOH: gotta be honest damara... 1 been feel1ng pretty bad...
DAMARA: Why is this?
RUFIOH: um... you can keep a secret, r1ght?
DAMARA: Yes, of course. I am your friend.
RUFIOH: yeah...
RUFIOH: 1t's horuss... and you know... been th1nk1ng about break1ng 1t off w1th h1m...

DAMARA: What do you break? His horn?
RUFIOH: hahaha! naw... that wouldn't do much good...
RUFIOH: 1 mean... 1 feel l1ke a chump for even th1nk1ng about 1t... he's been so cool...
RUFIOH: but d*mn etern1ty 1s a long f***1ng t1me!!!! 1 dunno 1f a relat1onsh1p should really last that long...

DAMARA: How is your sex life?
RUFIOH: Whoa, uh... k1nda personal quest1on? anyway that's not 1t...
RUFIOH: 1 feel gu1lty for say1ng so... 1'm just not 1nto 1t ... so many repet1t1ve dates over the m1llen1a... so much l1ke... talk1ng about l1vestock and b1g muscular an1mals and... 1 dunno. those aren't really my 1nterests...
RUFIOH: maybe we were never that compat1ble and 1 just never had the guts to say so?

DAMARA: RUFIOH. I told you this thing. Every day. Forever.
RUFIOH: 1 know, 1 know... 1 d1dn't l1sten to you... 1 f1gured you were st1ll all mad and jealous!!!
DAMARA: I was jealous and angry.
RUFIOH: r1ght... 1 just don't know what to do.
RUFIOH: he's great... but he's so cl1ngy! 1 don't know how he keeps that up after all th1s t1me... dude's got stam1na... 1'm just l1ke... romant1cally exhausted. you get me, doll?

DAMARA: Yes. Love is dead to me. So long ago, someone stabbed me through the heart.
RUFIOH: heh, touche.
RUFIOH: but for real... 1 just don't want to hurt h1s feel1ngs...

DAMARA: Do you want me to kill him? Again?
RUFIOH: no!!! god, no... don't hurt anyone... let's not go there aga1n!
DAMARA: Do you want me to seduce him?
RUFIOH: er... 1 guess 1f the two of you are l1ke... um. that's really between you and h1m? not sure he would go for that... anyway, 1 don't th1nk that would actually help me...
DAMARA: I'll bring the devil to consume his soul.
RUFIOH: Man, no! 1 told you, please don't feed anyone's soul to ANYBODY!!!
RUFIOH: you've got to keep crazy talk l1ke that down, damara!
RUFIOH: 1f people knew some of the sh*t you sa1d... how you say crazy sh*t l1ke you want to serve h1m... f***!
RUFIOH: 1t wouldn't be cool... people would fl1p...
RUFIOH: h*ll, d1dn't you hear meenah was try1ng to ra1se an army to k1ll h1m?
RUFIOH: 1f she could hear some of the th1ngs you told me... sh*t... 1 can't ever let her f1nd out...
RUFIOH: 1f she knew, you'd both start f1ght1ng aga1n...

DAMARA: You will only delay the inevitable.
DAMARA: The end of our time is near.

Talk to HorussEdit

DAMARA: There are no more games. Horse man. Fuck me now.
HORUSS: 8=D < E%cuse me?
DAMARA: I bend across HORSEAPONI. You fuck me hard. HORSEY style.
HORUSS: 8=D < Oh! I see you've taken an interest in this fine, albeit diminutive steed given to me as a gift earlier.
HORUSS: 8=D < Isn't it wonderful? I shall feed it many an apple and it will grow to be STRONG.

DAMARA: Feed me apple. Then, grab my hair. You will ride me like a champ.
HORUSS: 8=D < I don't ... do what with your horns? Ride what, now?
DAMARA: You can fill the bucket. Then, the contents of the splash. All over my body. Then throw me in a pile of hay.
HORUSS: 8=D < You want me to... something about... hay? Hm.
DAMARA: I can suck your horn. At the same time, you slap my ass. Do it rhythmically. Also. Neigh.
HORUSS: 8=D < You would like me to perform... what rhythmic behavior, e%actly? While making which animal noise?
DAMARA: Fuck my all iterations. Cause all of us to experience sexual ecstasy. We try to orgasm in unison.
HORUSS: 8=D < Do what with... wait... all of you? Wouldn't that be quite a lot of Damaras, regardless of the activity you are trying to describe?
DAMARA: Please wrap me with a clean towel. I must moan like farm animals.
DAMARA: Snort angrily in between my legs. I would scream like a lamb that was killed.
DAMARA: Let us have our ass together. Participate in the common orgasm. At the end of all that surrounds us.

HORUSS: 8=D < Trying to decode your speech is quite agitating, you know.
HORUSS: 8=D < Whenever I talk to you, my system gets a little switchy.
HORUSS: 8=D < I begin to faintly channel an ancient soul from Alterniasia, and I come very close to understanding you. But then it vanishes just as quickly, and my host vessel is left with nothing but an overwhelming e%perience of perspiration.
HORUSS: 8=D < Not that I would e%pect a lowly rust b100ded singleton like you to understand.

DAMARA: Degrade me more. I'm almost there.
DAMARA: Freak.

Talk to MeenahEdit

DAMARA: You challenge the lord of time.
DAMARA: Your pathetic army must fail.
DAMARA: He will eat your ghost. For he consumes reality itself.

MEENAH: i think ...
MEENAH: it sounded like ...
MEENAH: youre tryin to wish me luck in my upcoming battle?
MEENAH: hey thanks megido
MEENAH: maybe i had you all wrong

DAMARA: No. You did not.
MEENAH: aw ive probably been a bitch to you for no reason
MEENAH: lets forget all that shit ever happened
MEENAH: hey how about a hug
MEENAH: whoa watch where youre puttin that hand!!!

DAMARA: I do not regret anything.
MEENAH: apology accepted
MEENAH: hey you get around to moving that huge quartz glacier yet
MEENAH: kind of in a hurry here


yo my gangstas! d1d 1 hear you were go1ng off to f1ght a ghost k1ll1ng demon...
m1nd 1f 1 tag along... 1've been hop1ng for a chance to put an end to my cruel joke of an ex1stence... haha... bangarang.

Hell yes! On this team I have a MAJOR need for expenda8le people.


no no it really is a catfight. or i mean a regular fight... urrgh

Meulin, it w9uld 6e great if y9u didn't use this party as a platf9rm t9 engage in suicide shaming. I think Rufi9h is triggered en9ugh as it is having t9 live with the hein9us 69dy of a metal h9rse.

What is this? A Halloween orgy?

Are you fuckers deaf???????? This 8n't a party!

(^・_・^) < ...

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