After Stormy and Oliver had given him all the information he had needed and left him to his own devices, Arorangi had made his way towards the Dark Cove, as directed by his two guides. They really were good people, he decided, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants as he descended the stairs; good people that seemed too good to be in such a strange place. He followed down the curved pathway until he reached the bottom, and it was only when he had found what he was looking for that his thoughts shifted from Stormy and Oliver to something else entirely.

It was actually sort of pretty. Arorangi let his gaze wander around the walls, his eyes moving up and down the rows of tablets, mouth slightly open in awe. Instinctively he understood that this was what they had meant when they had told him that he would be chosen by his weapon, not the other way around; but these did not look like weapons, they looked like small blocks of stone with writing.

That didn't really make sense, but maybe there was something behind the blocks.

{ - Heeeee hee. - }

He thought he'd heard laughter, but there was no one down here but him. Arorangi lifted a hand and scratched his head, pushing a few stray dreadlocks out of his face. He squinted at the walls again, and stepped towards his left, intending to get a closer look.

{ - Not that way, silly. The other way. - }

He'd definitely heard a voice now. Arorangi twisted obediently around, and went in the opposite direction.

{ - Up here. - }

A tablet on the left side of the room, just a short distance above his head, easily within reaching distance. Arorangi stretched out his hand and skimmed his fingers lightly over the rough surface, and then drew back with a jolt as the tablet seemed to glow a faint blue -

- and then it had disappeared entirely, leaving a small, empty space behind. Something stiff and heavy was in his left hand, and Arorangi looked down to find that his thick fingers, imprinted with his many tattoos, were curled around the shaft of a long pole-like object; a spear, he deduced, when he looked closer. The spear ended in a sharp, metal tip, decorated with pale blue runic markings etched deep into the metal.

It felt strangely comfortable in his grip. Arorangi tested it out a moment, tossing it from one hand to the other.

{ - Are you my new owner? - }

For a brief moment he was startled again; but then he remembered what Stormy had said, about the weapon being inside of his head, and Arorangi relaxed, a smile finding its way onto his face. He smoothed a hand down the spear's handle.

"Yes," he said aloud, with a decisive nod. "Yes, I am your new friend! Kia ora, mate, I am Arorangi Te Ariki, but you may call me whatever it is that you want! What is your name?"

Another giggle, this one soft and amused.

{ - My name is Ari. You're funny. I think I like you. - }