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Ruuvan had a feeling it wasn't going to be that easy to get the sword back; after all, Josh had only encased it in dirt to give it physical shape and hold the spirit version of the sword.

With a sigh and slight shake of his head, Ruu placed his chin on the headrest of the driver's seat and spoke to Maximos.
"It's in there, just covered in a dust shell." He shrugged slightly and shook his head again, "Joshua, this guy who helped me get into Heaven to find out, made it so I could carry it around with me... I have no idea how these sorts of things work."

So what's the plan? You want to go and find Walter?" For a brief moment he thought Max might not remember his own butler, if that was a good enough term for him, not to mention his palace on Shadow Island.

Ruuvan simply nodded in response to Maximos' last question, the one regarding clothe shops in Latent, as he turned around and got back into the driving position. A quick turn of the key and the jeep roared to life, pulling away from the dirt stop on the side of the road and onwards to Latent.

Not five minutes later, what with the being on the outskirts as it was, Ruu pulled the vehicle outside a rather quaint clothier and turned off the engine.
"I'm sure you can find something in there. I'd like to keep these clothes for the time being." Just as Maximos had done, Ruu smiled from ear to ear and tapped the fine metallic craft of his Elven armour, happy to have a part of home with him.

Of course, I havent seen a full Elemengal elf armor set since we visited your house. But, these clothes, are not anything I want to remember.

::He drove with the window down, though it took him about 10 minutes to figure out how to get the window down. He was alive, after a long time of being cold and dead, and as such he wanted to enjoy the sights, sounds, and experiences of being such.

There was an utter bliss in something as simple as the wind blowing in your face. Or ones hair fluttering in the wind. For the first time, his age was showing, Maximos was starting to black, as visible by two black streaks of hair at his temples. Native Arian's black, instead of grey. It also occurs at a much earlier age than in Gaian humans. With his memory restored Ruu might even be able to take note of that. Thankfully for the Shadow Warrior his face seemed to never change.

When the car came to a stop Maximos paused for a minute, he looked down at himself, then over at Ruu, gently placing his hand on Ruuvans shoulder.::

Thanks Ruu...promises between true friends, really do last forever. Theres nothing in this life I can do to fully repay you, I know, but...thank you. I'll be back in a few minutes.

::Maximos turned to exit the car...this was immediately followed by 4 or 5 minutes of him trying to figure exactly how to work the door mechanism. As he left the car, he muttered something under his breath about how difficult the "Steel-Magic Box" was to open. And soon after that vanished into the store.

It would take a few seconds, but Ruu would find himself pounced by D. He was a child, he couldnt really articulate a proper stream of verbage to reach the right scale of thanks, so he pounced.::

((Sorry for all the delays Owlie x.x been all over the place these last couple of weeks))

He laughed for the first time in someone elses presence. It wasn't very grating, but it did sound as though it didn't happen very often.

"You're already thinking too hard. Look," He took a few of the more complicated pieces off the board, tapping the spiral underneath, or at least, at first it looked like a spiral, but then it shifted, and branched where he touched the top. Suddenly the doll shifted sideways, a little further from the others.

"The pieces move themselves according to your thought, as long as you touch the table, they will move based on the process your mind goes through. Become distracted by problems, and your characters suffer, like the dolly. She's suddenly been taken in a differant direction. Should they fall over or fall off the board, I win."

He put his head in his hand and stared at the board.

"I guess you could say it's a game of order versus chaos. You're trying to organize things, and bring the story in full, I'm trying to take it apart, to scatter them."

Phylas' own voice was low and rough, like one might expect of a soldier or fighter. As for Phylas' looks, well, his body looked in peek condition with every muscular feature being defined. Even his flowing black hair that could be seen coming out of the back of his helmet, looked like it was well groomed. It was something Phylas had been doing since he was 12, some two thousand years ago or so.

"I'm a gladiator miss. I'm just as new to this place as yourself. I heard there was an arena in these parts..."

That was the only thing Scorpio had bothered to tell him on the ship as they traveled here. It's not like there was much more the Spartan needed to know. He was a fighter, not some great problem solver or explorer. He couldn't work a lock pit, and couldn't navigate his way out of a dungeon through traps.

No fireballs.

No crystalballs.

Just the balls between his legs and under that man-skirt with the inlaid metal pieces, also known as a Ptergis.

"Don't let thinking get in the way of your own safety mam. You could have run into one of my blades and hurt yourself."

The pike was made of vorpal, an enchanted metal that could puncture through anything. The only problem was if he wound up landing on it. The spiked ridges were diamond coated, and no one has to ask how sharp those things are. Just by Phylas' equipment, one could tell he was sponsered by a rather large organization.

:: D Really couldnt do anything more than smile as wide as his cheeks could handle and nod his head like it was attached to a loose joint. One nod just wasnt enough, so it looked like he was aiming for a thousand. Though he didnt even nearly reach his record before he just stood up on the seat and hugged Ruuvans head. It was just the only part he could get his hands around. As one could imagine, he wasnt going to let go.

The next 10 minutes flowed by pretty quickly, and soon Maximos was seen exiting the shop with a shopping bag in hand, profusely thanking the shop owner. He wore a long black jacket, split in the back so as to give it coat tails. In the front it buttoned all the way down to the waist. The sleaves were long, but cuffed at the ends. And atop it all was a hood, it wasnt as thick as a reaper hood, it really only covered the top half of his face, leaving a good portion of his nose, and all of his mouth exposed, but it shaded over his eyes. Strangely though, there was a faint white glow from his right eye. It was like a small white light cutting through the black. As always both of his hands were dressed in fingerless gloves, and his normal black slacks and black boots. It seemed he had also customized the pull strings of his hood, and his cufflinks to look like small skulls.

It seemed he had embraced his Reaper days, as opposed to trying to ignore them. And with a bright smile on his face he walked to the car door...and pushed it. Then tried to slide it, then tried to pull it down...sideways...after a few seconds he pulled it, up and it opened. Semi-embarassed he sat down and set the bag on the floor in front of him beside his feet and smiled at Ruu and D.::

I'm all set! But um...how exactly do we get this steel magic box into the sky with Shadow Island is?

::Its true, Maximos was plotting what could have possibly caused the island to fall. He would have been worried weather or not it survived, but a falling island is nothing for Walter and if Ruu was there, then everything HAD to survive. He just wanted to know why it fell...

Then he overheard Ruuvan mention "Shadow Island", he sort of cocked and eyebrow and leaned over to whisper to Ruu.::

Uh...I never told anyone that name...

::The captain just sort of cocked and eyebrow and rubbed his chin.::

Um...sure...you must mean the wierd island with the windmill. Yeah...just uh...get on, we board in about 10. That'll be 187, pay the lady at the receptionist desk.

::He walked away looking at Ruu and Maximos like they were insane. Who would want to go to that creepy island? Granted, there was nothing black about the island at all. It was bright and green, and plush, Walter took awesome care of the island. So the Shadow reference just went right over the mans head.::