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Rakath sat on the ground, legs crossed. Well, on a blanket on the ground. His eyes were closed, and his various usual fanciful clothes were off to the side. Adorned in a simple pair of jeans and a purple tank top. His left hand behind his back, his right hand in front of him. The Gungir's massive shape shaded him, behind him as he worked.

His eyes were closed, but his mind saw what he worked on. Seeing magic and spirit isn't easy if your eyes are closed, unless you were seeing your own power. The white energy around his hand shown in his mind as he worked the Holy Aura. A few moments later the white light he saw around his right hand turned red, and the light turned to flame. The red turned green, and the green turned to clear, the wind it made effected the air.

He rotated through the three over and over. The three things he used as a weapon. It helped him control it, his Auras, Holy, Flame, and Wind. His main weapons other than his gun. Unlike his gun which was easier to maintain it took more work to train his mind and soul to use his Auras.

Shortly after Ren had posted her video message to the community, she had been more or less kicked out of the library with strict orders not to come back until after she had gotten some fresh air, a good meal, and a decent night's sleep in bed for once. So here she was, dutifully completing the first part of her obligations in the hope that maybe it would lift her spirits after all. She always hated herself when she got into her gloomy fits like this.

Most of her hopes for a quiet, peaceful break were dashed when she turned a corner and saw Rak sitting there, apparently meditating. Well, maybe he was so in tune with what he was concentrating on, he wouldn't notice her. Ren really wasn't in the mood for another pointless argument about their respective philosophies right now.

When Rakath was originally taught this bit of meditation he really did get completely lost in his focus, losing all connection to reality as he made his hand glow.

Then Master Harcourt hit him with a stick every time he did that. It got old quick. Which is good given his chosen lifestyle, losing track of your surroundings when you make enemies as quick as Rakath does is a bad thing. Helps keep track of Save, although he's gotten a bit more used to her keeping herself outta trouble.

The Aura practitioner's hand was on fire as he opened his eyes, "...Run out of books?" He grinned, that stupid playful childish grin of his. The kind design to put his entire tough mercenary jackass persona out of your mind. The kind of look he did all the time when he was a ref.

Well, of course Rak would notice her. That was the way the universe worked. Ren sighed to herself and turned to answer him, but his expression caught her by surprise. She hadn't seen him look like that in a long, long time. It was nostalgic, to say the least. "Something like that," she admitted. "They told me to get out and not come back until I've rested enough for the words to stop resembling ancient Greek chicken scratch."

She sat across from Rak, resting an arm on her knee. "So how long have you been sitting out here?" she asked curiously.

"Why not just get competent in reading ancient Greek scratch?" Seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to say. Although it probably was bad for her to mindlessly research anything and everything in the library without some idea of where to go. Also if she found the answer and died of starvation that'd kinda suck all around.

His hand kept moving through the cycle of elemental Auras he knew, "Dunno, I usually stop after an hour or so, and I wasn't near stopping yet." While he did pay attention to his surroundings, and his energies, and a little bit of his mind focused on Save's current location if he could. At least who went near the ship. Time was not a thing he minded during his training, counter-effective to training. "Keeping my spirit sharp is one of the best ways to pass the time. ...Okay, my Pokemon are all Level 100. That's really why I do this now."

Ren chuckled tiredly at Rak's suggestion. "Unfortunately, I've got too much on my plate as it is for the time being," she sighed. "Maybe once things calm down a little, I'll give it a try," she said with a smile so he'd know she was joking, too. And there wasn't any need to worry about her working until she starved to death, since she could take care of herself, really.

...Granola bars and bottled water totally counted, right?

Her laugh turned more genuine, or at least less lifeless, when Rak mentioned Pokemon. "Your priorities are top-notch as always," she teased, not quite realizing how easy it was to interpret that statement the wrong way, given their current relationship. She was exhausted, and her mind was honestly on trying to unwind a little, not pick a fight.

Rakath snapped his fingers, a glowing hand creating a small ripple of wind in the air with the snap, "My priorities are flawless. You never know when we find out that gummispace is bigger than just Disney and we find a world of Pokemon. Then where will you be figuring out what magic to use to fight off a Scizor." He sounded almost serious... except for the fact that most of the time he sounded serious and that can't be used as examples of when he was serious.

The glow on Rakath's hand changed to white and he moved into a one hand handstand and kept on as if that didn't do much. "You'd be amazed how much more challenging Pokemon battles are when all your blood is rushing into your skull. Really." He grinned, his other hand moving as if he had a stylus in it and a DS below him.

"So you got evicted from the walls of books to find food and sleep, right? We have food. Gungir's galley is kinda big." Okay, the galley was designed for gala dinners. But that was a minor detail, considering it was stocked like a college dorm. Also he was still upsidedown.

"That's easy," Ren replied, tucking some hair that had been blown free by Rak's Aura behind her ears. "Bug plus Steel equals kill it with Fire." She might not have had much time lately to keep up with her copy of Platinum, but she at least remembered that much.

She shook her head and smirked. "Showoff. How long can you stay like that, anyway?"

At least Ren's stomach decided to maintain some level of her dignity by not growling at that moment. "Sounds tempting," she admitted. And it wasn't like Rak had any reason to conk her on the head and kidnap her the moment she was on board either, right? She hadn't done anything worth incurring anyone's ire in particular... well, maybe her parents, but she doubted that they'd be willing to pay a bounty hunter just to bring her home, so she was pretty sure she was safe in that regard.

"To be fair its easy, but you have to remember it resists most of the usual things to use against a bug or steal. No rocks, no birds, no fighting, etc etc," Rakath said with that know-it-all tone in his voice, he doesn't get it too often. Mostly things that nobody cares about... like Pokemon.

"The handstand? As long as I can keep my aura going," if she asked how long that was he wouldn't give a straight answer, way more info then he needed to share with anyone. "Unlike Duncan or his star student I'm not strong enough without my tricks to really do what he does without my Aura in full view. I'm just glad I'm good at it."

Rakath spun so he could look at her, of course he was looking upsidedown, so it was a little weird. "What? Worried I'll do something evil?" He tilted his head to the side, which loses effect upsidedown, "Universe in danger, under no contracts, not evil. Worry about that after the universe is saved." He pushed off the ground with a slight bit of force and landed on his feet in a low crouch, he was still showing off, and grinning.

"So basically, once the light show starts going out, both you and your enemies know you're in trouble," Ren noted, tilting her head slightly. "Unless you have a few more tricks up your sleeve, which I'm sure you would."

She sighed and smiled, giving in. "All right, fair enough. So what would I owe you for this favor?" she asked. To use the old saying, there was no such thing as a free lunch, and this was still Rak she was dealing with.

It would be hard to notice the girl in the main hold of the ship. Hold being a small hangar, which kept Tyrfing, Rakath and Save's home. In the corner several panels were removed from the back wall. The noise of someone messing with the ship's insides, metal clanked and banged as a small girl worked. Save wiped her forehead with her sleeve, collapsing back on her butt. Her hair flickered between the two colors, green and purple.

Rakath taught her to care for machines like you would care for a musical instrument. He was very good, but he hurried his work, wanting to get to his fun. Where Rakath loved to fight with his fists, his own body, his own power. Save was too small to do that, and she could not grasp an Aura. She had a few racing and flying video games before Rakath found her, and she loved them. She just viewed what she did, flying and maintaining, as a part of this bigger game. Just this particular ship, and this bit of work, was a very lame game.

Gungir wasn't home, she didn't love it like Tyrfing. It was also so large it took her a long time to move from one point to the next, figuring out what was wrong. Making it all just right. Rakath would be able to help her later, after he finished his morning training.

Finally, her hair turned all purple and she kicked a bit of the wall. This sucked.

The Gungir

Rakath - Outside the Gungir

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Save - In the Main Hold of the Gungir