[color=#ff0000;]Well, it’s been a while since last I decided to write anything down, a lot has happened since the Summit. First of them being peace between the villages, when that happened work dried up. Really unfortunate for me, that is until I received an offer from Akiri Jaller, Mr. Firebrand wanted me as part of his Investigative Corps, apparently somebody with my “skill set” could be put to use there. It came with an office, a sizable chunk of respect, and sadly…paperwork. Still on the bright side, hanging out with this crew was rather fun, there were those nagging feelings, felt like I was missing something, and try as I might I knew what exactly was gone.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Pae and I, we were the thickest of friends, I trusted him with my life and he trusted his to me. Before I had left the Followers of Makuta to form what was going to be the Palm of Makuta, a sorta religion for the people to follow, I was a zealot, too blind to notice how truly evil my god was. Well I had given Pae a mission, to root out traitors to Makuta within our ranks, ironically I quit. Though we’ve been over this before, it was during the Rahkshi attacks on each Koro when I realized, there was no honor, pause for the being I put my faith in. So I left, and in doing so I lost touch with Pae. I’d like to think he left them, that he was doing better without them, but I was worried, worried that he had died, alone. I was his friend, his best friend and I had left him alone with the psychopaths and sociopaths (even if some would consider him among people like himself). Pae wasn’t like them, to me I could see that part of him, struggling to fit himself in somewhere, and we had been friends so long. I’d find him or he’d find me, I just hoped it would be on good terms.[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]Well I’ve spent enough time reflecting on my past, how about we get back to the present?[/color]
[color=#ff0000;]I straightened the detective badge on the left side of my chest armor, keeping the form fitting armor I was wearing before I joined up. I knocked on the door to Captain Angelus’ office, there were a few things I wanted to talk to him about, one of them being payment that was still owed, and one that I was ready to collect on.[/color]
I’ll be honest.The idea of spending the rest of my time on this island, cramped in a ramshackle hut with five other men would various mental disorders did not sound like my type of fun. What is my type of fun to be exact?
Solace, the ability to think straight without my fellow Piraka filling the air with their useless chatter. Whether it was Hakann waxing poetic about the finer parts of murdering someone with a blunt knife. Or we had Reidak and Vezok arguing about which was better at crushing rocks against their skulls, it does not surprise me that both have very thick foreheads.
So my idea of solace right now, was sipping this glass of a Ta-Koro special, Firebrand Whiskey on the rocks. I smiled as I sat in the corner of the Lavapool Inn, lounging in my chair, watching the people come and go, noticing the alcoholics, the kid who just turned old enough to drink. The whole of them were rather boring, but at least none of them were Dasaka. God those ######, they had no sense of humor. I mean what’s her name, whatever you know there was this girl who took a whole lotta jitter spheres and let me tell you, she was convulsing like the time we tested Vezok’s pain tolerance by hooking him up to one of Avak’s generators, suffice to say the thing couldn’t tolerate Vezok, and blew. It was one of those few times, that I didn’t want to strangle Hakann, especially when Vezok woke up and started strangling him. Took one for the team, that guy. Surprisingly he’s still alive today, is the one who spends too much time talking about how he’s sadism incarnate, which is cute because he still only has a beginner’s understanding of it. I mean I give out lessons all the time! I’m even kind enough to give them out for free, but no one can admit that they need help.
I tapped my foot against the stone slowly, sipping my whiskey until I had finished and motioning for another, a perky Vortixx girl popped up and got my drink, and smiling my mesmerizing grin, I winked at her, she giggled and made her way back into the kitchen.
You know this island could do for a bit more excitement, it just needed the push in the proper direction. Good thing yours truly is rather good at these kinds of things. Remember to tell me about those four Dasaka girls, trust me, it’s a great story, you’ll love it.