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The young sali turns away from the pair, neither facing the Forever One in front of them, their head bowed and fists still tightly woven. They shake it, in an exchange that can't be heard; that leaves the room eerily quiet, beyond the dulled sound of footsteps thudding somewhere else inside the building. The closer pair that comes up to one of the curtained doorways, pushing back the fabric to reveal a sali on the other side.
A mouth opens to speak, but the sali stares at what they see in Ryo and Jingyi - but then resume, jerking their head back. Beadwork curled around their horns jingle in the motion.
"I'm here for the healer. Someone wanted a cloak? -You should both come with me," they decide as they speak, figuring it better than whatever was planned. "To find a fit."
A mouth opens to speak, but the sali stares at what they see in Ryo and Jingyi - but then resume, jerking their head back. Beadwork curled around their horns jingle in the motion.
"I'm here for the healer. Someone wanted a cloak? -You should both come with me," they decide as they speak, figuring it better than whatever was planned. "To find a fit."
The silence is a little unnerving, but Ryo figures it's a conversation with Enshala, since that's evidently how they communicate. He looks up as the sali with the beaded horns enters, and- there's no way they were close enough to hear the conversation beforehand. Either the sali have incredible hearing, or something else is at work here.
Either way, he raises his hand slightly as they call for the healer - that's it, that's him - and heads towards them. It's only when he reaches the doorway that he turns back to nod respectfully at the child and, more importantly, the statue. "Thank you." For hearing them out. For helping. For not immediately throwing them out for the crime of not being sali themselves.
(Ryo, as it turns out, still has a terribly low bar for what constitutes as kindness.)
He turns back to the beaded sali, prepared to follow them wherever they lead.
Either way, he raises his hand slightly as they call for the healer - that's it, that's him - and heads towards them. It's only when he reaches the doorway that he turns back to nod respectfully at the child and, more importantly, the statue. "Thank you." For hearing them out. For helping. For not immediately throwing them out for the crime of not being sali themselves.
(Ryo, as it turns out, still has a terribly low bar for what constitutes as kindness.)
He turns back to the beaded sali, prepared to follow them wherever they lead.
"Thank you, people of the Islands."
Jingyi cups one hand into the flat of his palm and offers a brief bow of his head and shoulders to the Forever One, their chosen speaker, and the ones still around the room before he trots right after Ryo and the sali offering to take them to be fitted and let Ryo do what he does. His eyes are caught on all the beadwork, interest noticeably pricking up.
"Thank you, I'd be the cloak requesting one." Horn decorations weren't much of a thing in his clan, and the ones who did (looking to the Jins in particular) favoured jewelry and caps rather than the beadwork he's seeing now. "Really lovely," he says offhand, before his attention directs back to Ryo, his voice pitched low.
"You're going to tell them how it works, right?" How Ryo's healing works, because it does not sound like the time to tell anyone a beat too late not to fight it in the case of wanting two living people by the end of it.
Jingyi cups one hand into the flat of his palm and offers a brief bow of his head and shoulders to the Forever One, their chosen speaker, and the ones still around the room before he trots right after Ryo and the sali offering to take them to be fitted and let Ryo do what he does. His eyes are caught on all the beadwork, interest noticeably pricking up.
"Thank you, I'd be the cloak requesting one." Horn decorations weren't much of a thing in his clan, and the ones who did (looking to the Jins in particular) favoured jewelry and caps rather than the beadwork he's seeing now. "Really lovely," he says offhand, before his attention directs back to Ryo, his voice pitched low.
"You're going to tell them how it works, right?" How Ryo's healing works, because it does not sound like the time to tell anyone a beat too late not to fight it in the case of wanting two living people by the end of it.
"Yeah. First aid's like...stopping an injury from getting worse. Keeping someone stable until a more experienced healer can help them."
That sounds about right to him. He listens and nods, committing them to memory. So, new storm.
"Our teams will search for them, right?"
That sounds about right to him. He listens and nods, committing them to memory. So, new storm.
"Our teams will search for them, right?"
The new sali stands taller than the pair of them, eyes curiously looking them over in interest, but not dallying for their fascination. They walk in a curved hall, hooves clapping against woodwork, ears giving a twitch when Jingyi speaks low, but they don't interrupt, coming to a stop by an entryway.
"Cloak first," they explain, voice subdued and calm; the flitting glance given to them before they walk in, holding the fabric back for them before moving in deeper.
It's a storeroom, or so that much can be figured. Shelving lines the walls, pots the same, large vases on the ground that look heavy just to lay eyes on. Weapons too, of different types of blades. The sali walks to a wardrobe, loosening a latch that pulls two sides of a stretched animal skin across the front, then pushing them apart to reveal the packed inside of fur clothing.
"Leave your clothing with us," they finally speak up, shuffling through the hangings with a look back at Jingyi, briefly. "We will mend them. Try this."
They bring out a cloak, gripping it at the back of its neck area. An animal head hangs for what would be the hood, a thick neck of fur that runs down the centre where it parts. It hangs low enough to reach past knees, a thinner fur used around the rest of the body.
"Cloak first," they explain, voice subdued and calm; the flitting glance given to them before they walk in, holding the fabric back for them before moving in deeper.
It's a storeroom, or so that much can be figured. Shelving lines the walls, pots the same, large vases on the ground that look heavy just to lay eyes on. Weapons too, of different types of blades. The sali walks to a wardrobe, loosening a latch that pulls two sides of a stretched animal skin across the front, then pushing them apart to reveal the packed inside of fur clothing.
"Leave your clothing with us," they finally speak up, shuffling through the hangings with a look back at Jingyi, briefly. "We will mend them. Try this."
They bring out a cloak, gripping it at the back of its neck area. An animal head hangs for what would be the hood, a thick neck of fur that runs down the centre where it parts. It hangs low enough to reach past knees, a thinner fur used around the rest of the body.
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It takes Ryo a moment to parse what Jingyi means by that quiet question; when it hits, he fixes Jingyi with a look. "Of course I am!" His voice is quiet and his tone is one Jingyi has likely never heard from him before: he's scandalized. Just what kind of healer does Jingyi think he is?
There's no time for further conversation before they arrive at the storeroom, and Ryo waits patiently as the sali selects a cloak for Jingyi. It's only when they hold it out that his brain kicks back into gear.
"Wait. A moment, please." He looks at Jingyi. "I want to heal you before you put that on, so you don't get blood on it." And so he's not, you know, still bleeding.
Once Jingyi agrees - and once the sarong is discarded - Ryo places his hands on Jingyi's shoulders and reaches out with his magic, connecting their lives. It's harder than it should be - it feels like there's resistance, likely from the world itself - but patience and gentle persistence win out, and Jingyi's wounds mend. He eases his magic out of Jingyi's body and breaks the connection, and then takes a moment or two to steady himself. That took more out of him than it should have, and he has no idea what will happen if - or likely when - he tries to heal a sali. He'll likely find out soon enough.
But in the meantime-
He fishes a washcloth out of his satchel and offers it to Jingyi. "Here. How do you feel?"
There's no time for further conversation before they arrive at the storeroom, and Ryo waits patiently as the sali selects a cloak for Jingyi. It's only when they hold it out that his brain kicks back into gear.
"Wait. A moment, please." He looks at Jingyi. "I want to heal you before you put that on, so you don't get blood on it." And so he's not, you know, still bleeding.
Once Jingyi agrees - and once the sarong is discarded - Ryo places his hands on Jingyi's shoulders and reaches out with his magic, connecting their lives. It's harder than it should be - it feels like there's resistance, likely from the world itself - but patience and gentle persistence win out, and Jingyi's wounds mend. He eases his magic out of Jingyi's body and breaks the connection, and then takes a moment or two to steady himself. That took more out of him than it should have, and he has no idea what will happen if - or likely when - he tries to heal a sali. He'll likely find out soon enough.
But in the meantime-
He fishes a washcloth out of his satchel and offers it to Jingyi. "Here. How do you feel?"
He takes the washcloth and debates blurting out the most honest truth: like he's way too naked on various levels, particularly since compared to the last time Ryo healed him, this time was just... odder. Resistance he could feel as well, not from Ryo and not from himself, but the qi of this world, such as it was.
He makes quick work to wipe himself off, tail staying low and swooshing back and forth in low key displeasure, even as he answers the question.
"As good as any of us since landing." A sidelong glance to Ryo, "And you?" He caught that steadying moment, okay.
Yet this isn't private time, and with the sali offering out one of the animal cloaks, Jingyi has a moment where part of him internally recoils. Not because any of it is bad, and not because he thinks all life is sacred: he didn't eat much meat, and his clan was vegetarian, but they didn't only use products made out of non-animal parts, so it would be silly. Yet none of them really wear pelts, let alone ones that retain this much of their animal form.
"Oh wow."
He's curious, too, which is what wins out when he accepts the cloak after... not knowing what to do with his sarong, and shoving it without comment between his knees. Ryo (unfortunately) gets his washcloth handed back with a, "I'll clean that in a moment," whenever water access made the "moment" end, and reached for the cloak held out. Size wise, it looks like it should work.
"Thank you," he says, holding it for a moment before he shifts and gives it a small shake, pulling it on like his outer robes. He leaves the hood back, fumbling for the cloak tie at the throat. It seems to be okay, when he's standing still, but Jingyi feels a problem that manifests when he shifts to the side, turning in a circle.
His tail, being thicker where it joins to his body and more present than his assets, pulls just enough to leave the fabric gaping on and off at the front of the cloak. Likely a longer one, with the greater pelts used, wouldn't have the same issue, but as he bites down into his lower lip, he glances to the sali outfitting him. "Maybe one a little larger?"
He makes quick work to wipe himself off, tail staying low and swooshing back and forth in low key displeasure, even as he answers the question.
"As good as any of us since landing." A sidelong glance to Ryo, "And you?" He caught that steadying moment, okay.
Yet this isn't private time, and with the sali offering out one of the animal cloaks, Jingyi has a moment where part of him internally recoils. Not because any of it is bad, and not because he thinks all life is sacred: he didn't eat much meat, and his clan was vegetarian, but they didn't only use products made out of non-animal parts, so it would be silly. Yet none of them really wear pelts, let alone ones that retain this much of their animal form.
"Oh wow."
He's curious, too, which is what wins out when he accepts the cloak after... not knowing what to do with his sarong, and shoving it without comment between his knees. Ryo (unfortunately) gets his washcloth handed back with a, "I'll clean that in a moment," whenever water access made the "moment" end, and reached for the cloak held out. Size wise, it looks like it should work.
"Thank you," he says, holding it for a moment before he shifts and gives it a small shake, pulling it on like his outer robes. He leaves the hood back, fumbling for the cloak tie at the throat. It seems to be okay, when he's standing still, but Jingyi feels a problem that manifests when he shifts to the side, turning in a circle.
His tail, being thicker where it joins to his body and more present than his assets, pulls just enough to leave the fabric gaping on and off at the front of the cloak. Likely a longer one, with the greater pelts used, wouldn't have the same issue, but as he bites down into his lower lip, he glances to the sali outfitting him. "Maybe one a little larger?"
Cassie bends over to examine the corpses. She's not a coroner, but she's trained enough in simple field treatments (and has seen enough dead bodies) to piece together what's up.
"I'm no animal expert. But I'm gonna guess these wounds didn't happen in the crash."
She winces and pulls her hand away as it pricks one of the feathers.
"Gonna throw a wild guess out there and say this was some kinda bird monster. A huge one, with talons."
"I'm no animal expert. But I'm gonna guess these wounds didn't happen in the crash."
She winces and pulls her hand away as it pricks one of the feathers.
"Gonna throw a wild guess out there and say this was some kinda bird monster. A huge one, with talons."
Curufin nods, and he feels the reaching to make a telepathic link. He allows that energy into his own being, even along with the prickling sensation, which is uncomfortable but not intolerable. The energy of the statue being is foreign to him, but he still allows it.
He feels the gratitude and the apology. "Don't worry, you need not use words. I can understand you well enough."
He hears the name. "Pleased to meet you, Hemla." A fragment of the statue's language is welcome, even with the discomfort.
When Hemla pulls back the connection, at first Curufin reaches out to retrieve it, but then he refrains, not wanting to make Hemla unhappy or uncomfortable. "It's all right," he says, sensing the apology.
He turns his attention to the East as he is directed. "Your home is the eastern island? Or do you mean the whole archipeligo? I see that you are warning me of danger to come. You fear this red storm phenomenon, and its effects on the mind. What can I do to help? I was trying to get some people together to repair the bridges, but is there time for that before this danger comes?"
He feels the gratitude and the apology. "Don't worry, you need not use words. I can understand you well enough."
He hears the name. "Pleased to meet you, Hemla." A fragment of the statue's language is welcome, even with the discomfort.
When Hemla pulls back the connection, at first Curufin reaches out to retrieve it, but then he refrains, not wanting to make Hemla unhappy or uncomfortable. "It's all right," he says, sensing the apology.
He turns his attention to the East as he is directed. "Your home is the eastern island? Or do you mean the whole archipeligo? I see that you are warning me of danger to come. You fear this red storm phenomenon, and its effects on the mind. What can I do to help? I was trying to get some people together to repair the bridges, but is there time for that before this danger comes?"
The boy nods, confirming what Jake's said. "It's emergency healing- something you can do without magic." Good for search and rescue at least.
Emporio nods- initially. Then he just...looks down with a bitten lip. "...Normally I'd try just going into the air for that but...I can't even have Weather out to fight for very long without getting sick right now, so if there's somewhere I can help that's less dangerous for now that might be best..."
Honestly the fact that a small (Very small, despite being 12!) boy was ready to charge off into battle in the first place is probably concerning.
Emporio nods- initially. Then he just...looks down with a bitten lip. "...Normally I'd try just going into the air for that but...I can't even have Weather out to fight for very long without getting sick right now, so if there's somewhere I can help that's less dangerous for now that might be best..."
Honestly the fact that a small (Very small, despite being 12!) boy was ready to charge off into battle in the first place is probably concerning.
Eyes are on them, through the healing process and the outfitting, any wandering gazes moving quickly back to what's important: what Ryo is doing with his hands, how the weight of the cloak sits on Jingyi; the issue with the tail that becomes apparent.
"The issue is tail and gathering." The observation isn't unkind, and they motion for Jingyi to drop the cloak to a wooden table, rough with wear, covered crates underneath. "We have nightwear we do up at the front, covers the body. Tear it at the back, give you a light cloak - will this suffice?" They're moving to cheats now, to get examples. But they do not pause in speaking, adding, "And tell us as we do this: How many of there are you, what your meaning of help supplies. We know our own, and we will tell you, once the emergency outside is contained. You stay for two handfuls of days - this is what I heard. Issues of energies. What actions do you take, what supplies do you hope for? Tell everything."
They speak in the same straightforward manner they have, even-toned, turning back to them with a robe, dark eyes watching them, but holding nothing sharp to them. Dressed themselves in a type of tunic with the sleeves split at the elbow, brought in and tied back. Trousers that flare at the end, but don't reach down to the hoofs.
"The issue is tail and gathering." The observation isn't unkind, and they motion for Jingyi to drop the cloak to a wooden table, rough with wear, covered crates underneath. "We have nightwear we do up at the front, covers the body. Tear it at the back, give you a light cloak - will this suffice?" They're moving to cheats now, to get examples. But they do not pause in speaking, adding, "And tell us as we do this: How many of there are you, what your meaning of help supplies. We know our own, and we will tell you, once the emergency outside is contained. You stay for two handfuls of days - this is what I heard. Issues of energies. What actions do you take, what supplies do you hope for? Tell everything."
They speak in the same straightforward manner they have, even-toned, turning back to them with a robe, dark eyes watching them, but holding nothing sharp to them. Dressed themselves in a type of tunic with the sleeves split at the elbow, brought in and tied back. Trousers that flare at the end, but don't reach down to the hoofs.
No. That was good, Taiki took a flower as well, gently, with a whispered thank you to the statue.
It seemed the flowers were sight and direction and so he nodded at Murphy. He might feel uncomfortable around him but that didn't matter right now, they had a task to do and Taiki could cope.
After all this place made him feel weird enough already. It was just something extra to deal with.
"Yes... Let's go to the bridge..."
A start. He made his way over after one more glance at the statue, a small smile of gratitude.
It seemed the flowers were sight and direction and so he nodded at Murphy. He might feel uncomfortable around him but that didn't matter right now, they had a task to do and Taiki could cope.
After all this place made him feel weird enough already. It was just something extra to deal with.
"Yes... Let's go to the bridge..."
A start. He made his way over after one more glance at the statue, a small smile of gratitude.
Murphy turns when Taiki looks back and gives a single, lanky wave. Good luck with that.
"Even if that's a willing sacrifice it still sucks. I've seen a lot of people just trapped in places. Rooted to floors, trapped in their own minds? It's its own sort of hell."
Definitely easier if you're respected and know what you're in for, but he's still hesitant about that kind of thing.
But now that he's said that? Nothing else about this place is in his skillset, and as he's regarding the completely alien environment that's hitting him as he follows Taiki but he doesn't want to admit it.
"Even if that's a willing sacrifice it still sucks. I've seen a lot of people just trapped in places. Rooted to floors, trapped in their own minds? It's its own sort of hell."
Definitely easier if you're respected and know what you're in for, but he's still hesitant about that kind of thing.
But now that he's said that? Nothing else about this place is in his skillset, and as he's regarding the completely alien environment that's hitting him as he follows Taiki but he doesn't want to admit it.
Danger already here, comes the feeling; of one already being present in the fear they're in, but not without bearing further bad news. More coming. Reach people. Home. Come together, strength.
Strength in numbers, feeling supplies, the belief of the statue, Hemla. Coming together, working together. Then that familiar apology, as the mind is pulled to the nearest bridge, its broken state. The fact they cannot help fix.
But they press through uneasy comfort, help - strength - lies to the East. But there are concerns for the South, the West. Concerns, worries; not pressing into Curufin's own heart, but as clear as any spoken word.
Strength in numbers, feeling supplies, the belief of the statue, Hemla. Coming together, working together. Then that familiar apology, as the mind is pulled to the nearest bridge, its broken state. The fact they cannot help fix.
But they press through uneasy comfort, help - strength - lies to the East. But there are concerns for the South, the West. Concerns, worries; not pressing into Curufin's own heart, but as clear as any spoken word.
Fortunately, it's just the right amount of weight that little Madoka can raise it, and though it hurts the sali pulls back their trapped leg with a whine they can't hold back, gripping into the reins of the young woolie, a shaky sob in the throat they bite back. A pulsing of pain that sends waves through their body.
They screw their eyes shut, waiting for it to go.
"--Monsha!"
A voice comes behind them, as a sali pulls back at wreckage to get through the hole. They have a stone on their throat, not red, pulling out a blade as they see Madoka and the youngster.
But they don't ready it, holding it near their chest, gaze harsh but studying.
"Speak, you," they say to Madoka. "You're sane?"
"Older!" The young sali cries. "Don't hurt them! They helped me!"
They screw their eyes shut, waiting for it to go.
"--Monsha!"
A voice comes behind them, as a sali pulls back at wreckage to get through the hole. They have a stone on their throat, not red, pulling out a blade as they see Madoka and the youngster.
But they don't ready it, holding it near their chest, gaze harsh but studying.
"Speak, you," they say to Madoka. "You're sane?"
"Older!" The young sali cries. "Don't hurt them! They helped me!"
Curufin responds to the feeling, comprehending the message. "I see what you mean. The greatest strength in troubled times is the unity of the people who must deal with the troubles."
He feels that apology again, and his mind is directed to the broken bridge. "I can help repair things, though I don't know for sure if I can do anything about that bridge. It would be a time-consuming project."
He nods. "You are saying that you think the means of creating unity and strength lies to the East, though you are concerned about the South and West as well. Very well, I will try to find some way to go east, if that is where you think I should begin. Maybe I could find a boat, or build one."
He feels that apology again, and his mind is directed to the broken bridge. "I can help repair things, though I don't know for sure if I can do anything about that bridge. It would be a time-consuming project."
He nods. "You are saying that you think the means of creating unity and strength lies to the East, though you are concerned about the South and West as well. Very well, I will try to find some way to go east, if that is where you think I should begin. Maybe I could find a boat, or build one."
[Masumi, meanwhile, is focused on the tracks, checking what direction they go in. There are signs of something being dragged, though what that thing was she can’t say yet. A survivor maybe?]
Looks like someone was in the area before us. I think something or someone was being dragged around, since they’re distorted and unclear.
Looks like someone was in the area before us. I think something or someone was being dragged around, since they’re distorted and unclear.
"Yes. It must be awful... Being trapped like that. Even if they chose it." Did they choose it? Being a statue? Why would they choose such a thing?
Perhaps it was a duty? Something they were bound by? Still it was a frightening thing to look at.
"Um... Do you think we should go over to the other side. The other island?"
Perhaps it was a duty? Something they were bound by? Still it was a frightening thing to look at.
"Um... Do you think we should go over to the other side. The other island?"
"Yeah, there's fuck all else that we can do here. And we got flower navigation. Go straight across Mysterious Island bridge for a quarter of a mile. Turn right on strange path."
Taiki might not appreciate the imitation of a navigation voice but Murphy likes to make his own fun. One does not sound lika a radio announcer without making use of it sometimes.
"You lead the way. My brain isn't magical, but I guess it can tap into some kind of energy here. Barely, but it's there." Around sapient, earthbound statues anyway.
Taiki might not appreciate the imitation of a navigation voice but Murphy likes to make his own fun. One does not sound lika a radio announcer without making use of it sometimes.
"You lead the way. My brain isn't magical, but I guess it can tap into some kind of energy here. Barely, but it's there." Around sapient, earthbound statues anyway.
He does smile slightly at the navigation, though it fades again as he studies the bridge. It doesn't seem stable. Indeed he's not sure it's even a full bridge.
He takes off his hoodie and shoes, sending them with a wave into his arms band before taking that off, placing it on the ground, putting the flower next to it and then closing his eyes, transforming with a slight gust of wind.
It's hard here to transform, it brings a wave of exhaustion but soon there is a creature, flowing mane and one long horn from his head.
"If you climb on my back... I can fly... If the bridge doesn't hold..."
He takes off his hoodie and shoes, sending them with a wave into his arms band before taking that off, placing it on the ground, putting the flower next to it and then closing his eyes, transforming with a slight gust of wind.
It's hard here to transform, it brings a wave of exhaustion but soon there is a creature, flowing mane and one long horn from his head.
"If you climb on my back... I can fly... If the bridge doesn't hold..."
The sensation of such strong emotions washing up against his own like sea on the shore line would be a little discomforting, if he allowed it to be. As it is, Wangji is just glad he can help. The draining sensation is noticeable, and makes him feel progressively more tired and wan. He doesn't regret it, his offer to help was sincere and this was progress.
"You protect this place? Alone?" That seems like a large task. The latter half seems more important;
"Unstable energy? Does it feel like my energy or just foreign?" If the storm came from else where, as they did, perhaps they would have to send it back.
"You protect this place? Alone?" That seems like a large task. The latter half seems more important;
"Unstable energy? Does it feel like my energy or just foreign?" If the storm came from else where, as they did, perhaps they would have to send it back.
Elidibus will stop by to donate some energy and take a crystal; he will probably be able to help with two crystals before he heads to the sage's school.
"I'm alright." It's not exactly the truth, but it's as close as he's going to get. He's tired, but no more than he would've been otherwise after a rough healing; the problem here is that that healing was simple and shouldn't have taken nearly as much out of him as it did.
But 'my powers aren't working correctly' is something of a known issue here, and there's no use further discussing it right now - not with other matters at hand.
He doesn't say anything about Jingyi's modesty issue - nothing he has to add will be helpful, and the sali has it well enough in hand anyway. Instead, he focuses on their questions. "There are a little over a hundred of us. We brought our own food and shelter, but anything to support that would be helpful, as long as it doesn't take away from what you need." Because a hundred people needing supplies can be daunting depending on the situation, and he doesn't want to ask too much of a people who are already dealing with a disaster. "The goal is to repair things as best we can and figure out a way to get rid of the birds. As far as I know, we're still figuring out how things work here, so we don't have a detailed plan yet. If you can help us understand the situation better, we can help you fix it." He pauses for a moment, thinking over his next words. "We didn't even know about the Forever Ones until we met the one on the central island - Hemla," he says, as he pulls the name from the recesses of his memory.
But 'my powers aren't working correctly' is something of a known issue here, and there's no use further discussing it right now - not with other matters at hand.
He doesn't say anything about Jingyi's modesty issue - nothing he has to add will be helpful, and the sali has it well enough in hand anyway. Instead, he focuses on their questions. "There are a little over a hundred of us. We brought our own food and shelter, but anything to support that would be helpful, as long as it doesn't take away from what you need." Because a hundred people needing supplies can be daunting depending on the situation, and he doesn't want to ask too much of a people who are already dealing with a disaster. "The goal is to repair things as best we can and figure out a way to get rid of the birds. As far as I know, we're still figuring out how things work here, so we don't have a detailed plan yet. If you can help us understand the situation better, we can help you fix it." He pauses for a moment, thinking over his next words. "We didn't even know about the Forever Ones until we met the one on the central island - Hemla," he says, as he pulls the name from the recesses of his memory.
Wangji looks sideways, a little bemused, at Emporio mentioning he can just fly under normal circumstances. He reaches out and pats his shoulder, a little awkwardly.
"No one can fault you from the effect of the strange energy here. I myself cannot do most of what I could normally."
He looks at the Sali, "Which direction were the missing ones located? I have spoken with the 'forever one' here on this isle and she mentioned bridges. Would we need to repair those?"
If Emporio wants out of harms way, rebuilding a bridge could be a safer bet than finding some potentially hostile natives.
"No one can fault you from the effect of the strange energy here. I myself cannot do most of what I could normally."
He looks at the Sali, "Which direction were the missing ones located? I have spoken with the 'forever one' here on this isle and she mentioned bridges. Would we need to repair those?"
If Emporio wants out of harms way, rebuilding a bridge could be a safer bet than finding some potentially hostile natives.
And suddenly he's a magic fucking horse. Like he's in a goddamn Disney movie out of nowhere. Or that one sad unicorn movie where... Hell he doesn't remember what happened, it was a long time, but it was sad.
This isn't the type of unicorn virgins swoon at though, is it? It's the type monks summon. He doesn't even know what this is.
"Yeah, okay," he says after clumsy shock, mottled eyes looking all over Taiki and radiating a lovely aura of What The Fuck? He goes with it, though, mounting his crewmate. He should really be used to this by now. "This is my first time on a... this... so be gentle."
This isn't the type of unicorn virgins swoon at though, is it? It's the type monks summon. He doesn't even know what this is.
"Yeah, okay," he says after clumsy shock, mottled eyes looking all over Taiki and radiating a lovely aura of What The Fuck? He goes with it, though, mounting his crewmate. He should really be used to this by now. "This is my first time on a... this... so be gentle."
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