IC: Captain Commander Iraira
Back on the deck of The Invincible the crew gathered about the first diver to return. Iraira pushed through the small gathering and went to a knee, expectantly waiting for a report as she reviewed what he'd brought from the sea floor: A broken arthron, as if someone had their skull cleaved in half, exposing the soft computing material inside. The image brought a sick expression to her, though it quickly faded as she flicked a barnacle off the rusty sword. Looking back at Kordo, she asked;
"What did you see, and where's Verak?"
[color=#800000;]IC: The Angler (Yay for 80s synth rock and Vezok's Friend)[/color]
[color=#800000;]Taking a break to fish always gave a indescribable pleasure. Something about being freed from my nine-to-five delusion of keeping criminals under control and channeling all my power into the long rod between my slender fingers was thought provoking and eye opening. The little bit of last night's dinner dangling from the hook as bait -- a pinky finger as always -- was more than enough to attract some of the bigger players. Makuta fish would latch on, and then I'd just give those a cut with the cleaver, and I'd have more bait for the VIPs of the sea. With any luck, I'd get a takea today and not have to eat my page. If not, well, at least my page probably was too dumb to run. Matoran, I thought with disappointment and shook my head. [/color]
[color=#800000;]The sun was a heat lamp in the sky, a big ugly ball of unnecessary temperature. If I'd had my way, the sun would be no brighter than the moon. That was one of the few things I enjoyed about the labyrinth: it was dark and cool. Out here, my dark red accents simply disappeared: too much light to really see their glowing. With a pout I cast the heavy line back into the reef, my legs crossed as I waited on the wooden planking on the bottom of the lighthouse that had once been the greatest marker of Xa-Koro. Now it was a war ground, and luckily I was winning. For now. [/color]
[color=#800000;]Right, vacation time. Don't think about work. [/color]
[color=#800000;]"Okay," I muttered, giving in to the urge to stare into the water and will the rahi to take a bite so I could eat something with flavor I enjoyed. "Come on fishies..."[/color]
[color=#800000;]The reef extended quite a ways out from this side of the building, except for the gaping hole by the dock. I never understood why, but it made a perfect whole to the bottom of the ocean so I wasn't complaining. With a little time, maybe I'd catch something more than a mealful, like a temple squid. Fried up, I could probably use it as a peace offering and eat that vixen's page instead of mine tomorrow.[/color]
[color=#800000;]Yeah, that sounded good. Her page had more meat.[/color]
Edited by Kughii, Aug 23 2013 - 03:34 PM.