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((You stole my profile image, didn't you, Auron?!))

Kibo slaps his forehead.

Kibo: He doesn't learn. Why doesn't he just go belowdecks? I'm sorely tempted to cut him down again. But if he did, he won't be able to control his blades, and they'll end up messing up my ship.

Kibo holds up his hands, and the blades are wrenched from Auron's hands, and fall down to him, landing, perfectly balanced, on his palm.

Kibo: Come on out, Resatè and Resshin.

Two small spirit orbs float from the blades, which fall to the ground, inanimate.

Kibo: These are Resatè and Resshin, in their spirit forms. Don't be rude, Auron! Come down and say hello, already!

Resatè's spirit orb glows, flashing once as he pronounces each syllable.

Resatè: Nice t' meet ye, Auron. Thanks for finally acknowledging us.

Resshin's orb joins in.

Resshin: Yeah, mate! How long have you had us? And not once have you so much as asked our names before this nice man told you to!

Resatè: Jeez, whelp! Show some bloody respect!

A glowing hand grows from Resatè's orb, slapping Auron across the face.

Resatè: Don't you talk to me like that, whelp!

Resshin: I'd listen to him if I were you. He likes slapping you so much.

Kibo: Hold on. Spirit orbs are hard to maintain.

He snaps his fingers, and the orbs expand, into each's true form. Resatè's knee-length red captain's coat falls to his sides, and his long red beard falls to its place, halfway down his chest. His face was obscured by smoke, caused by the burning fuses tied into his hair. Resshin, on the other hand, staggered as he stood up, the innumerable amount of chains, charms, and jewels in his bandana, grey dredlocks, and jacket weighing him down. His jacket was adorned with a sextant, a compass, and some other item, which looked like a measuring instrument, but like one no one had seen before. His hair fell down to half-back length, clinking from all the adornments. Both stand up straight, revealing Resatè's height; a full head and shoulders above both Auron and Kibo. He glares down at his master, before slapping him again, the strength spread out now over the whole of his massive, callused hand.

Resatè: I was the cap'n of tha' godforsaken ship ye found, n' Resshin 'ere was me first mate. I don't know wha' happened in tha' battle.

Resshin: Yep. First, we were battling some pirate, and the next instant, we were floating in another world, trapped inside those blades.

Resatè: I assume, from lookin' at us, tha' we be...

He trailed off, lost in thought, and Resshin finished the sentence.

Resshin: Dead. Well, isn't that bloody swell?

His voice dripped with sarcasm.

Resatè bends at the waist, coming to eye level with Auron, his smoke shroud filling Auron's nostrils.

Resatè: Yep, I be a cap'n. Well, I used ter be a cap'n. Now I be a fruggin sword.

Resshin: It's alright, Rez. We get to stab people with our heads! How cool is that?

Resatè: Yer right, Resh. I guess. But I miss bein' able t' move aroun' like this.

Resatè stretches, his massive form seeming to grow even more so as he lifted his monstrous fists into the air, his bear-like groans echoing over the entirety of the ship.

Resatè: Thar, much be'er.

Natasha looks at Resatè's red hair and beard, instantly identifying it as the exact same shade as her own. She shrugs this off, marking it as a strange coincidence.

"I would further like to add, that the owner of the Dagger should report to the parking grounds immediately. You're ship just blew up." Ranu gave a comical stunned face, "Bugger! That was mine!"