Welcome to Gaia! ::

Storm shrugged.

" 'Twas naught but an idea and not anything more."

Bigfoot leans up against a wall and continues to drink his bottle of rum.

Kibo: An annoying man by the name of Gregory Antolino. He was a drunk while he was alive, and seemed to always maintain the disposition after death. He either took over my body to drink, or complained about having terrible hangovers, which I had to feel. My gold stash used to be twice that size. But Antolino accomplished nothing, and wasted my money on expensive but unsatisfying drinks, and frivilous commodities. It was five months of hell. I finally tricked him into leaving my body, and tied him to a rock, which I threw overboard the next time we left port.

Kibo: Trust me. The first thing Farind showed me was what having your spirit tied felt like. The less energy is needed to maintain the object, the bigger it's spirit area is. That's why I can have spirits tied to my swords for such a long time. The spirit areas are huge. With something like a human, so much enrgy is used by your body, not much is used in the spirit area. That's why we can't reach our spirits far from our body. It's quite small, when you compare it with the spirit area of, say, a rock.

"You know Natasha, you need a new dagger. Or at least one that returns to you without scamper after it, as cute as that is."

"Then, at least let me enhance it. No harm ever came from a few runes on a dagger."

Storm feigned anger.

"Well fine, if your going to act like that when I offer to help you with something, maybe I shouldn't."

Storm shrugged.

"Hey, it's no skin off my back if you have to run into enemy fire to retrieve it because your dagger happens to have been sheathed in another's eye. Although it would be a shame to lose such a pretty body. Still, easy come, easy go. Brightest flame burns the hottest and shortest and all that rot."