Progenitus Worldsoul

IC: "Wait a second." Kamaehu's eyes darted immediately to Hasil, who still bore his injuries from the hospital. "Whoever you are: This Toa of Ice who put you in a coma, can you describe him?"

IC: Isfel blinked, having to scan the area to find Vernadon. "What was that all about, sir? Should I be worried?"

IC: "Dathros, at your service." Dathros said, taking another swig from his drink. Things were shaping up very nicely indeed.

IC: Kamaehu shook his head towards Jolek and Angelus. "This 'Mark' seems to have warped the way Idens interact with Jikal's mind. I'm sorry, but I don't think Tuara can get out now." He sighed, seeing the pained expression on Angelus' face. "But if she can, I'm sure she'll find a way to tell us."

IC: "In your mind." Answered Kamaehu, lowering his sword. "Tuara used her Iden to talk to Iris from inside your mind. You woke up before she got out."

IC: "Is this Jikal, or do I continue?" The question was accompanied by the realization that Kamaehu's sword was out Jikal's throat. The fire toa smiled mirthlessly. "An answer would be nice, I'd like to get this over with if I have to."

IC: Dathros held out his hand to shake. "You've very nearly said the philosophy of my people. I'm in."

IC: Glory, Riches, Fame. Now those were nice words. Dathros grinned, ignoring the other being who had barged into the conversation. "So, exactly what do I have to do to get this fine reward?"

IC: Ara'kas turned away, this time fully managing the walk to Kamaehu. Kamaehu stood up, an amused expression on his face. "That seems to have gone well." He said, pointing to Avya. "I see you finally got rid of that knife." "She needed it more than I. By the way, the kid's all yours now. I'm done with this sentimental support nonsense."

IC: Arzanyos was also not impressed by Song's teaching experience. "Ooh, you taught combat. Care to show me why that's special?"

IC: Ara'kas chuckled. "I'll accept that answer. See, you're worthy of being a toa." She then stooped, picking up the knife from where it had dropped. Ara'kas gave Avya the knife again, this time handing it to her somberly. "Keep it. You'll need a weapon on this island."

IC: "Fight to the death? Where'd you get that from all this?" Ara'kas said, her voice carrying a distressingly carefree tone. "Sure it's a stupid idea. What's wrong with that?" Her voice then hardened, the carefree tone sharply turning towards cynical. "Do you honestly think I was going to let her go through with either option?"

IC: Arzanyos waves his hand dismissively. "Nah, I got no proble- did ya say teacher? What's a teacher doin' on this boat?"

IC: Arzanyos turned his head slowly towards Song, then quickly whipped his body around to align with said head. "Who am I? WHO AM I? I am the guardian of lost souls, the... You have to be joking. You really don't remember m- hey wait a second who are you?"OOC: He's a beast. And also, I wanted him there, he got there. Bird's eye views are rather possible with a Kaulsi.

IC: Arzanyos finished his bow and looked around at the ship. "Look's like you did some redecoratin' Raknar. And recrewin'. So, who's still here from the old crew? Oh and also, you're not about to attack me are ya? ... Raknar?"

IC: "Talk to Kamaehu. He's fought off that feeling before." Ara'kas turned to walk away, then stopped. An idea had started to form in her mind. It certainly was risky, but it'd would work. The silver toa turned back to Avya, pulling a knife from her belt. She carried two there, a small serrated blade for eating with, and the one she now held. The blade was longer and curved, a blueish silver. It didn't match with her other gear, no, it was the weapon of a killer. Ara'kas tossed the knife to Avya. "I got this knife the day my journey to becoming a true toa started. It first belonged to a vortixx, an assassin. So kid, if you think you're unworthy of being a toa, let's see you use it." Ara'kas then stepped forward, ready to block any retreat of Avya's. "Consider this; you're only two options here required the death of someone. You can either take yourself out, or try and go through me. Think you can do it the toa's way?"OOC: No, you cannot autokill Ara'kas. You can try to stab her though.

IC: "Well, it's more the principle of the thing, really." Answered Dathros, taking a swig of his drink. "But yes, it was also overpriced."

IC: Ara'kas was silent for a while, her eyes drifting from Avya, before settling intensely on Kamaehu. Sitting down to enjoy his lunch he was oblivious to Avya's plight. He looks a lot better than when he first came back. He had been shattered, but now you can barely tell. Looking back at Avya, shetried valiantly to manage a smile. "Kid, you're not a murderer. you said it yourself, you lost control. You can't blame yourself for what you can control. What's worse, to see ten deaths you couldn't stop..." this time it was Ara'kas who couldn't face the other toa. "Or to see one you could?"IC: Meanwhile, Kamaehu was sprawled on the ground, eating his soup. "Ahh, Takea fin soup. It's illegal in three koros, but it's worth it."

IC: Ara'kas shook her head. "He can't. He's a toa. Freakish obsession with duty is a job requirement. But this isn't about him. You're lying through your teeth when you say your fine. You can barely look at me. What's wrong?"IC: Kamaehu heard talk of food and whipped his head towards Angelus. "I'll take a high quality steak. Kane-Ra, medium rare, side of Takea fin soup. Can you get that?"

OOC: Onarax, you said there would be a Vernadon post soon. You then posted only with Soran three times. ?IC: Vernadon felt a poke in his ribs. Isfel had started fidgeting again. "Sir, you're staring off into space. Stop daydreaming."

Pff. Dual-wielding barricades. Real men dual-wield Fireflies. But in all seriousness, the Maverick is rather awesome.

OOC: Dathros pulled by timeskip Magics from Ga-wahi. Eyru, offer accepted.IC: A massive figure swaggered into Le-wahi, making a beeline for what looked to be a rather seedy bar. Dathros entered, noticing a toa of air leaning suspiciously close to another table, alone. "What'll you have?" Asked one of the bartenders, a blueish vortixx. "I'll take the best stuff you got." Answered Dathros, grinning. As the vortixx put the mug on the counter, Dathros reached for it, but his hand was stopped by the bartender's. "Money first. This stuff goes for thirty widgets apiece." Dathros' grin widened as he answered. "Well, you see, money has no actual value. Things only have costs because people like you put these artificial prices on them. I'll take my drink now." The bartender was unamused. "Fancy yourself a philosopher, do you? 'Cause the price is fifty for you now. Pay up." Unfortunately, the vortixx never had time to see Dathros' fist coming, a curving uppercut to the jaw. He folded over and dropped behind the counter. "Shut the same way." growled Dathros, grabbing his drink and sitting down by the toa of air, Ketan.

Following up on Sumiki's, do farm animals dream about you?

IC: "Ah... Ga-Koro. Home Sweet Home." a voice thought out loud, it's owner's smile pervading through the sound. "And look, the ol' boats here again. Might as well say hi, pick up a crew spot or something." Arzanyos mind whirled as he thought up his entrance. He decided to keep it simple, well, simple-ish. A flash of lightning came down where he stood, and when it dissipated, he was gone. Another flash accompanied his appearance next to Raknar on the deck of the Infernikavika. "Ladies, Gentlemen, and Cap'n Doomslayer, The Soul of the Ship... is returned!" he bellowed, entering into a stylish bow.OOC: I'm Back!