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Well that is...ridiculous. Stupid replica, using our means of comm-suddenly cold. Cold everywhere. Do not like. Ice does not belong on the beach in this form. Do not like. Those were the only thoughts running through Kyle's head as he burst up and dove into the water, desperately ridding himself of the ice. He stayed under for a bit, enjoying the feel of the warm water and pondering what it meant that Ajora could use the charms. He was also wondering if the other group knew. He figured they probably didn't, otherwise why not point out that the replica's could use the charms. Making a resolve to say something later, he came up to the surface.

Snowballs and water to the face. Slightly confused by what was going on, he walked out of the water. An argument? Playing? Well, best to confirm. "Hey ladies, what be going on? Having an argument over the best element or something?" He asked, amusement in his voice and a smile on his face. He felt bad for Dani though. Snowballs were cold.

"Pfft, nah, I just wanted to throw snowballs at someone," Bobbi retorted as Kyle walked up to her and Dani. Foolishly, she left her guard down, completely open to retaliation from the younger girl.

((...wow, laem post is laem. o_O I should have waited for Dani to come back from her trip, but I couldn't resist posting something!))

{ATE: Hawaiian Relaxation}
[Alan :: Hawaii :: Beach]

"That doesn't make genocide and conquest the same thing. If you kneed dough for the sake of baking bread, it doesn't make kneeing and baking equivalent. And Hitler lost."

Alan found himself almost disappointed by Ajora's responses so far. Somehow, he had assumed that Ajora had some kind of grander vision - a majestic, if misguided, goal. But what he was saying was just that he wanted to kill people because he's a jerk. Of course, he could be lying . . .

"Anyway, my summon is something fire-related. I could introduce you if you like. Now, let's continue working down the list of interrogative words. Who. Who are these certain people you hate so much you want to kill them?"

{ATE :: Hawaiian Relaxation}
[Alan :: Hawaii, Beach]

"Italy isn't what I would have brought up - if he hadn't picked a fight with Russia, who knows what would have happened. He would have probably lost eventually, though, somehow. His fortunes went downhill as soon as he got it in his head that he could direct military action better than his generals. His brilliance was as an orator. Not really as anything else." Alan was being very careful to not use any questions in the discussion of Hitler. Ajora might do something obnoxious like consider it Alan's 'question' and demand one of his own.

Alan stood up and started pacing. He was feeling much more confident. Despite Ajora's insinuation that he had asked a stupid question, he had learned a lot from Ajora's answer. Genocide was the wrong word for what he had in mind. If it wasn't, he would have a much more specific group. His goal was really the absolute power of a tyrant. The annoying 'conquest or genocide' answer had now been made clear: Ajora was a conqueror bent on conquest.

Good to know.

As for his question . . . Alan didn't feel comfortable selling out Amy, so he opted for a vacuous truth. "We don't really have a main healer. Several people know white magic."

Well, it was technically true. Yes, Amy was the best White Mage, but she didn't really act as a primary healer most of the time. And Alan had probably dedicated as much energy to healing as to anything in this group (speaking of which, he was still bloodied from the last fight. He should fix that up at some point, he reflected.)

Alan glanced around. The other Earthlings were all kinda going crazy. And Ajora would probably get to more significant questions soon. Alan doubted that it was worth asking the next one he had in mind - what a replica is, exactly. He think he had a good enough idea, and idle academic curiosity wasn't worth giving Ajora another question.

Plus, he was worried about Amy.

"And with that," he said, I'm off. Beaches aren't my scene. Thanks for the Q&A. I found it very valuable." Waving a polite goodbye, Alan walked back to the village.

Nodding wisely, he turned back towards the sea when he felt a splash of water hit his back. Not very much, but it was there nonetheless. And he didn't agree with it. They were in for a nasty surprise. Kneeling down, he grabbed two handfuls of wet sand and molded them into balls. Once he was done, he sent them flying at the two, intent on covering them with the wet sand. The balls were made to explode on impact, so they wouldn't be hurt very much, but it would probably sting a bit.

"Old what?" the archer asked, doing her best to raise an eyebrow in inquiry. She wasn't very good at it, and the sneak attack from Kyle that caught her in the back of the head was a bit of a distraction.

She held carefully still, a look of wry amusement on her face. Well, a look of wry amusement that was doing a marvelous job of sneaking past her self-control and superseding the neutral "what is this f***ery" expression she was trying to wear. Then Dani's other water-globe hit her in about the same spot, and suddenly her facial expression was a very near match for the "-_-" emote.

She summoned two snowballs, again loosely packed, one in each hand, and spun in a complete circle, releasing first one ball at Dani, and the other at Kyle. Knowing her and her severe lack of hand-eye coordination when it came to thrown projectiles, they would probably fly past their marks and (knowing her luck) hit someone else, but hey, if she could get more people into this game, the better!

The spin-and-throw had gotten Bobbi a bit closer to Kyle, and all she could really offer to his look of pity was a grin and a shrug. Then, she manifested another snowball, and this time threw it right in his face. She was close enough that if he didn't manage to duck it, it'd hit and splatter. She could hit things less than five feet away, anyway.

She also sent up a quick thanks to the Powers That Be that she could at least aim accurately with Taulmaril and her magic, if nothing else. Well, okay, battle magic, not throwing-things-at-your-friends-to-get-their-attention-and-or-make-a-nuisance-of-yourself magic.

{ ATE : Pleading with the Goddess : 2 }
{ Tia Dalma : Black Pearl : The Brig }

Tia Dalma kept her back to Kyle, arms folded over her chest. She closed her eyes when he asked if she could feel the seas, her eyebrows pressing together. It was difficult trying to regain her feeling for the ocean, especially with the limitation of being in a human form. The goddess was silent for several moments, beginning to sway slightly in longing for the ocean.

"I can," She replied softly, "But 'tis faint . . ."