#kio fish

[buffetlicious]

I have always enjoyed the seafood that Fish & Co dished up. They do have quite a few fish & chips varieties on the menu and the last I counted was eight. But these are the two that I usually went for when I am there - Seafood Platter for 1 and Deep-fried Swordfish Collar which I don’t find in other places.

For the Deep-fried Swordfish Collar with Spicy Mango Sauce ($22.95++), I went with the yellow rice and fries. When I first tried the swordfish, it was priced at a very reasonable S$16 or S$17 for two big pieces of collar. Now the portion had shrunken and the price gone up north though it still tasted as good, just not as satisfying. Remember to dip the fried chunks of fish meat into the spicy sweet sauce with carries a hint of fruity fragrant. The rice was really good too with flakes of fish meat, sultanas and capsicums.

Topmost image from Fish & Co.

[ketchupkio]

It's my birthday!! Send asks?? 😶‍🌫️💬

[miyaulait]

kio (oc) - 2020

[itskiobii]

every now and then my brain will randomly remind me of banana fish and i start sobbing in the middle of Costco :’)

[outofgloom]

RUPTURE

After twelve days at sea, the others began to notice the change in the sky. Only slight at first, an odd roughening at the horizon, but steadily it got worse. 

Kio on kio we sailed, and the clouds began to do strange things, move in strange ways. I could never describe it well. Behind the clouds, lines traced up through the gray-blue haze. Dark patches here and there, and before you knew it…it wasn’t a sky anymore. It was a barrier, a wall that went up, up, and never ended.

Some of the passengers quailed at the sight. Others stared transfixed. One of them–the scholar Eyrsuk–leapt overboard and tried to swim away. They fished him out of the water, and Shuldak, the ringleader of my captors, commanded him to be hung from a hook on the mast, "to let him dry off". 

"There are no stars here," I remember Eyrsuk babbling...

The ship’s crew showed no great surprise, of course. They were Carekxans, not bound by the Edicts. They lived their lives on the wide and terrible sea, and most had probably set foot on those alien shores more than once, though they knew better than to speak of it openly. They saw the world for what it was and was not, and accepted this. I admired them, though they served my captors for now.

An eerie calm fell as we went on, and oars were produced to finish the journey. The shore grew closer; even with my failing eyesight I could see it now, rising in segmented pillars from the water, crusted with the residue of eons. I stood on the foredeck with the Caraga, the ship’s elder-captain, perhaps the closest thing to what I am, a Turaga of the Matoran. We were not alone, of course. Shuldak and his bruisers were ever-present, but he wisely gave the Caraga space.

"Where," the captain asked me in the characteristic flat tone. My memory was still clear, though my eyes were dim. I gestured north, along the shoreline. The groove there was well-camouflaged unless you knew to look for it. The Caraga nodded and made signs to the rowers. 

"Very good, Turaga," Shuldak called from his place, lounging at the stern. "Your cooperation is noted."

Eyrsuk complained lamely from the mast. "We shouldn’t be here…" He kept his gaze stubbornly fixed upon the deck.

"You are very right," I said to him as I made my way down to midships. Shuldak grinned his wide Phynaran grin, and I saw that he had applied the red markings to his face; markings of the Pridak, which were now forbidden in his homeland.

Here though, on the margins of the world, he could show his true colors.

We made landfall an hour later, and my captors brought us ashore–myself and two Matoran they had taken hostage in order to compel me, a Ga-Matoran and a Ba-Matoran. They had been kept below for most of the trip, despite my protest. I did my best to minister to them while Shuldak spoke with the Caraga. The three Steltaxian bruisers stood over us, waiting obediently until their employer returned. In the end, Eyrsuk stayed on the ship with the crew; some excuse about amending his charts. Shuldak barked laughter and called him a coward and "no true Phynaran", but left him alone. Finally it was time.

The staircase was still there, carved out of the strange metalstone. It brought back many memories; how my brothers of Stone and Iron had marveled at it when we first came there, had tested their powers against it…

We began to climb, and I was reminded that the stairs were not made for beings like us. Each step was a bio deep and almost half a bio tall: a staircase for giants. My joints are not what they used to be, and so the Matoran were obliged to help me up each step. They were both trying to be very brave.

My mind wandered as we climbed, back before the journey, back to my hut in the lower district of Metru Prynak, when all this started.

The clamor of the Great Port was diminishing, and I was retiring for the night. The knock at the door startled me out of a doze, and the crack of the frame splintering inward brought me fully awake. A figure crammed itself arm, head, and shoulders into the room and laid hold of me. I burned through its wrist with my plasma-fire, and it dropped me roughly on the pavement. I prepared to flash-burn my attacker's eyes next, but then I saw the other bruisers, and the two Matoran they held, limbs stretched taut.

"No more violence, Turaga," a voice said. "I have a job for you."

Shuldak had not worn the red markings then.

"Job?" I rubbed my bruised chest. "I'm as old and broken-down a Turaga as you’ll find hereabouts. My job is to ministrate to the Matoran workers and to lead the Amaja on the odd months. I’m fit for no better duty these days." I coughed for emphasis.

"The service I require is navigational in nature. You were a seafarer once, a traveler to far shores, I believe. 'Toa Triox and his brothers', the story goes. I intend to retrace your steps."

I stared at the Phynaran, considered lunging at him, trying to weld his smug smile shut. Maybe I could've done it, got away...but the Matoran would surely not survive. My duty was to them. And anyways, I was weak...

"That journey cost me much, Phynaran," I said after a few moments. "It was the last journey I ever took."

"Not the last, no. You’ll make one more. With me. To the place where you and your brothers ended the Void Storm, all those millennia ago..."

Up we went, and the sloped staircase took us closer to the wall of the world. Shuldak was ahead with two of his guards, and the third Steltaxian brought up the rear. We kept a steady pace, but not too fast, which I was grateful for. Shuldak was a patient Phynaran and very methodical, I had found. Even so, I did not fully understand his plan yet. 

When we came to the first landing, I began to understand more. The stairs ended in a wide platform carved into the slope. At the other end of the platform, the stairs continued. 

In the center of the platform, there stood a Titan. 

Solid as bedrock, clad in a mountain of gleaming gray armor. Two mighty hands rested atop the haft of an immense hammer. Blue eyes gazed upon us out of a strange mask.

I betrayed myself then, foolishly. I stepped forward and called out, "Axoss, it’s me, Triox! You must help me and these Matoran, as you helped me and my brothers before. We–"

A hand smothered me, and the Matoran cowered away from the bruiser as he lifted me into the air, covering my mouth. Strangely, the Titan did not move. I struggled feebly, got free for a moment:

"Axoss, quickly!"

"Hear me," said Shuldak, who I realized had advanced to stand before the figure. The two other guards stood with weapons ready, but the Titan wasn’t looking at them, nor at me. Shuldak was holding something: a round, flat stone.

"I bear this Tablet of Transit, of the Order of the Pridak," he said, speaking in a form of Archaic Matoric, "and I therefore have right of passage, both me and those accompanying me. Stand aside, warden, and let us pass."

No sooner were the words spoken, than the Titan was gone. Vanished into thin air. Shuldak turned to me and smiled very wide.

"Weren’t expecting that, were you, Turaga?" he said. My heart sank.

"How did you…"

"Recovery is my business," he replied. "Someone had to clean up all those wrecks from the Wars of Order, and wouldn’t you know, there’s a lot of treasure to be found. This though…" He turned the tablet over in his hands. "This is on an entirely different level of value."

"What do you intend to do with it?" I asked.

"That’s not important. What is important, however, is that trick you pulled. You didn’t mention a guardian."

A hand signal from the Phynaran, and the Ba-Matoran was lifted yelping into the air by one of the bruisers, arms stretched painfully tight.

"Any more information you’d like to divulge?"

I was beaten. 

"The guardian…" I stammered. "The guardian watches over the Opening, high above. She met us when we first came, and aided us. You have everything now, I swear."

"Hm…" Shuldak rubbed his chin. The Ba-Matoran cried out again, and I heard one of his joints pop.

"On my title as a Turaga, I swear it!" I begged. "There is no more. Please, spare the Matoran."

Shuldak looked at me, then nodded to the bruiser. The Ba-Matoran dropped, and I stumbled over to him. His arm was injured, but nothing worse. I welded the elbow-joint back together with a blast of plasma. It would have to do.

"Turaga," Shuldak said, tapping his clawed foot, "if you betray me again, these two Matoran will be flung from the top of the slope. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good."

We continued up the staircase, one laborious step at a time. The minutes blurred into hours. At long last, the stairs leveled out into a flat mesa which stretched inward, under the curve of the wall. Here and there, the plain was dotted with strange pillar-shapes and great piles of rubble, broken off from the wall above in ages past.

Shuldak waited expectantly. I moved to the head of the group and began to pick my way over the uneven ground. The two Matoran moved with me, to keep me from stumbling. Over my shoulder, I called back:

"A walking stick would be most welcome."

"Your attendants will have to do, Turaga," Shuldak replied. "Last time I gave you your stick, you nearly burned a hole in one of my guards. I haven’t forgotten."

"Yes, yes…"

I picked out the trail slowly, working my way back through my recollections. My muscles complained, and I was out of breath, but I went on. I had to do it, for the Matoran, though I worried still that Shuldak would not release them once it was over. Ah, I was tired…

Why had she not helped us? Many millennia had passed, but surely she would still remember. All throughout our journey here, I had staked my hope on it, and now...

"Turaga? Turaga, are you alright?" The Ga-Matoran was shaking me, her voice a whisper. Some time had passed, and I had dozed on my feet. The Ba-Matoran stood just ahead, stock-still. It was dim here, and the wall was much closer now, looming over us oppressively. We had just rounded the edge of a great heap of stones, I saw, and…

And the Titan was there again, just as before. Motionless between two great pillars she stood, not a stone’s throw away. Her blue eyes shone in the gloom. 

I glanced back. Shuldak and his guards were approaching, but they could not see the Titan yet. I chanced a hoarse whisper:

"Axoss, if you know me, then please…The Matoran and I are under duress. We are innocent. These others seek the Opening of their own accord. Test my words and know them to be true."

"Hush, Turaga!" the Ga-Matoran hissed. Impudent, but entirely deserved. Shuldak and his guards rounded the corner, and he fixed me with a quizzical look. I gestured ahead, and he saw the figure of the Titan. I waited to see what would happen…

Nothing happened. Shuldak stepped forward, drawing forth the tablet again, and spoke the same words. The Titan’s eyes burned in her face, and then she was gone again.

I cursed, inwardly, feeling fully betrayed by now. When my two brothers and I had come here long ago, stumbling beneath the raging wind of the Void Storm, we had encountered her–the Gray Titan Axoss–and she had been our guide. Through the terror of the hurricane, she had led us safely to our goal, to the source of the Storm. And afterward…when it was done…I–

"Well, Turaga," Shuldak said, interrupting my reverie, "that’s more like it. Although do I detect some disappointment in your face?"

"Not at all. I am here to cooperate."

"Much farther, is it?"

"Not far, no."

"That’s good! We have made good time–"

"Shuldak," I said hurriedly, "I must ask you something."

"Mm…I suppose I’m feeling generous. Ask, then."

"Why do you seek the Opening?"

Shuldak grinned slowly.

"Ah," he said, "the ‘Opening’. I heard you call it that. Such a Matoran turn of phrase. In the legends of my kind, it is called the Great Door."

"I have never heard such legends."

"Of course not. They are Phynaran, the secret seer-legends, from the time when our people ruled our lands and sought out every nook and cranny, before the time of the Oppressors." He spat out the last word.

My eyes widened. "You are a revolutionary, then?" I asked.

"Hah! Maybe…" A change came over him, and he began to pace, rubbing his clawed hands together. "I trust you know the history of the Barraki, Turaga?" he continued. "How the Lords of Order were raised up, and then how they betrayed Mata Nui and were destroyed for their arrogance?"

"It is no history to me, Shuldak," I replied. "I am as old as the Wars of Order are young. You must be fresher than I thought."

Shuldak’s eyes narrowed slightly and twitched. He continued:

"Well, that is only the simple Matoran version. Phynaran legends tell it different, and truer: How the Lord Pridak, our firstborn and the greatest of the Barraki, was elevated so far in his authority that he saw the shape of the world." Shuldak stopped pacing, and his voice fell almost to a whisper. "And in perceiving that shape," he continued, "Pridak saw also beyond the world, beyond the great barriers, and the knowledge he found there was so mighty, so terrible, that the Great Spirit himself trembled and was afraid. Then, Mata Nui’s goatdog Makuta, being jealous of Lord Pridak, rose up and slew him."

"Beyond the walls of the world…" I mused. "Shuldak, I assure you, that Opening will not grant you knowledge, and it will not bring back days of old. It is an endless maze of shadows, and…and the...and They–” My voice wavered, as it always did, and I shuddered, "They will not let you pass."

"I know of whom you speak," Shuldak said. "The Zyglak infest the walls of our world, gnawing at it, wallowing in their diseased flesh. But they are no Rahi. I know they listen to reason."

"You’ve had dealings with…with Them?" I blurted out.

"Hah! My business is recovery, as I said, and you will find that the deepest of seas are not uninhabited. How do you think I acquired this trinket?" He spun the Tablet of Transit on his finger. I had no reply.

"Well," he said, "I believe your question is answered. Now it’s time we made the last leg of our journey. Lead the way."

Through the dry ruins of stone, deeper into the dimness we trudged, and my hope was all but gone. Soon, we would reach our destination, and Shuldak would enact whatever insane plan he had in mind, and the Matoran and I would be of no more use. I was too weak and too old to do anything. My limbs ached, and the scars in the metal of my armor were starting to bother me again. Still, I led on, delaying the inevitable. The ground sloped upward slightly for a time, and then down in a wide scoop. There was the wall, as close as ever, with crags rising in layers up and over us, as if carved from stone with giant chisels.

And in that wall, there was an Opening.

Even at a distance, it could be seen now: a hole in the wall of the world. Perfectly round, boring straight back into darkness. I shivered with memories, memories of the last time I had stood there with my brothers, bowed against the terrible winds of the Void Storm which rushed endlessly into the hole, endlessly into nothing... 

Behind us, back in the real world, the skies had been in turmoil. Hurricane had covered the Continent and threatened to drown the islands of the world as the atmosphere was torn and devoured by the Rupture that had been made somewhere beyond that dark portal. That was why we had been sent there, through roiling seas and sheets of lightning, sent to alien shores at the end of the world. Just us three, sent to find and seal the breach…

Shuldak wasted no time in closing the distance. He took the lead now, and his guards jogged us along with him, straight toward the Opening. My muscles burned, and my breath came in gasps. The Matoran did their best to help, but there was little to be done. Finally, Shuldak called a halt. The Opening was straight ahead, across an open area flanked by a few cracked pillars. There was no sign of life here. No sign of the Titan either. I was perplexed. What could have happened? 

As we approached the Opening, my question was soon answered.

What from a distance had seemed to be just another broken pillar was actually the back of a gigantic chair, hewn from the gray metalstone, facing directly into the dark of the Opening. And on that chair there sat a figure. My spirit quailed, and the Matoran covered their faces in terror. 

Skeletal. A mountain of rusted armor, scarred all over, and now crumbling into dust. The immense hammer rested upon emaciated knees, its surface blackened by corrosion; a disease that I recognized…

Shuldak beckoned to his guards, who took up positions on either side of the chair, then he stepped forward carefully, tablet held aloft. 

"Warden!" he called out. "Can you hear me?"

Silence. 

He repeated the litany in Archaic, as he had before. Nothing changed. He peered up into the gigantic face, nudged a gigantic foot. Then, all at once, Shuldak laughed.

"It seems fortune is with us, my friends! Time wears down all wards. Even here, at the end of the world."

"It seems you have achieved all you set out to do," I said, stepping closer.

"Indeed, and you have served your purpose admirably–"

"I have. And now, honorable Phynaran, of the same kind and core as the Pridak himself, I charge you to uphold your promise to me, to release these Matoran, lest wrath seek you out."

Shuldak blinked, surprised, I hoped, at the ancient invocation of his honor. I had lived among the Phynaran peoples long enough to know it.

"It is true that they will be of little use where we are going," he said after a moment. "They may return to the ship, if they can find the way."

Without a moment's pause, I turned to the Ga-Matoran and Ba-Matoran, placed my hands on their shoulders. 

"You have done your duties well, and I thank you. Your valor is deserving of new names, and if I am ever again in Metru Prynak, I shall administer them myself. Until then, remember the path we have taken, and return to the sea."

"Turaga," the Ga-Matoran whispered. "Will you be alright?"

"I’m not sure," I replied. "But you must leave while you can. Go quickly. Do not stop."

They hesitated, glancing between me and the smiling Phynaran, then they turned and ran, disappearing up the path.

"Now, Turaga, I have another job for you."

Fear iced through me as I turned to the Phynaran.

"What more could you possibly require?"

"A guide. Of all creatures, it seems that you are the only one living who has walked upon the hallowed ground beyond the Great Door. You shall lead on as before."

"I can’t…I can’t go back in there."

"The Matoran are close still. My guards can bring them back if you continue to require motivation."

"No, Shuldak, I mean…you don’t know what’s in there. I’ve tried to tell you. If we go in, we won’t return. I barely escaped the...the Z-Zy..." I could not pronounce the name. "And that was only because…because…"

"Nonsense. We are well equipped for the journey, and as I said, I have certain experience with those that you so fear."

He turned away from me, away from the mummified body of the Titan, turned to the darkness of the Opening, and gestured for me to follow. Cold air washed over me as I took a halting step, knowing that I was going to my death. Shuldak took another step forward, then another, into the darkness…

Blue eyes opened in an ancient mask, and a voice rang out over the stones:

"Shol of Old Phynar, hear me," the voice said, and Shuldak whirled, eyes wide. The Titan had not moved. Only the eyes glowed dimly now.

"That name is no more," Shuldak hissed. The tablet was in his hand again. He waved it back and forth, trying to regain his composure. "Ahem, forgive me, warden. As you see, I bear this Tablet of Transit, of the Order of the Pridak–"

"I am bound to guard this gate," the voice boomed, "and to destroy any who cross its threshold, from within or without."

I saw Shuldak’s posture change. No longer magnanimous. "You are bound to follow the Edicts of Transit, from of old," he said. "By the Order of the Pridak, I–"

"I am a bearer of the Mask of Truth, Phynaran Shol. I test the truth of your words, and they are lacking."

Shuldak bared his teeth in an unpleasant smile.

"Why do you not recognize my claim?"

The Titan’s mask pulsed faintly. The tall blade affixed to the mask’s forehead hummed a high-pitched sound, dividing truth from falsehood. "I see your core, Phynaran, and through it. I see the world you have constructed to justify your belief. Old Phynar is no more, and the Pridakian Orders are dispelled. Your claim is null."

"I see." Shuldak stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. "Forgive my impertinence, warden, but can you see me? Your eyes glow, but if I’m not mistaken, they are scarred behind your mask."

"I am a bearer of the Mask of Truth, and truth is sight."

"Well, my eyes tell a different story. You are old, warden, and much damaged, and there is rust upon your hammer. The Void Storm was not kind to you, it seems, just like your friend here." He gestured toward me. "Would you not rather rest and leave your burden aside, just this once?"

The mighty head moved slowly, creakingly. The Titan’s blind gaze settled upon Shuldak.

"As I said, I am bound."

"Very well."

The bruisers acted with surprising speed, hurling themselves forward at the stone chair, arrays of weapons sprouting from their arms. I fell back as a mighty sound echoed off the wall above, and the ground shook with the impact. Choking dust filled the air. Then, it was over. The dust settled, and the combatants stepped back. 

The stone seat was pulverized into broken rubble. Empty. A moment of bewilderment passed…

And then the gigantic right fist that swung down from out of nowhere caved in the head of the first Steltaxian, and the backhand which followed sent the second bruiser flying away to smash through a stone pillar in the distance. The Titan Axoss was there–the Axoss I had known. Still as wizened as the apparition that had sat before us, but animated now by the same grim violence I had witnessed when she laid waste to the encroaching Zyglak all those years ago. She was still blind, but it didn’t seem to matter. Her mask glowed with a revealing light.

The third Steltaxian roared and sprang forward across the rubble, and her hammer split the air to–

–I was being dragged by the neck, claws dug into my shoulder, feet skipping helplessly across the ground as Shuldak hauled me away. I could not even cry out. We crossed the space toward the dark opening. It rose up and over us, and cool darkness fell on my face, and all the horrible memories broke loose once more…

The black maze was filled with an avalanche of sound. Wind tore at our bodies like the teeth of an animal. Desperately, my brothers and I had searched down the winding passageways and through empty vaulted corridors, harried always by the rage of the Void Storm…and the hateful eyes of those who had caused it.

Axoss was lost. She had been with us for most of the maze, but then They had finally caught up. Out of the dark They had sprung, and They hated her most of all.

"Flee!" she roared as the Zyglak overran her and blue lightning crackled from her fists and from the head of her hammer. We fled, turn after turn after turn in the mindless dark, until finally, we emerged into a great honeycombed place, vast beyond belief.

And we found it there–

Shuldak had me under his arm now. He was clattering down the passageway, and the light from the outside world was growing smaller. He was taking me back, back into the black maze. I would not go back. My arms hung limp at first, but not anymore. His knee swung past my hand, and when it returned for the next step, it met the plasma-torch of my outstretched fingers.

He screamed and dropped me to the ground, cursing and stumbling. He made as if to grab me again, but stopped as he looked back toward the opening of the tunnel. 

"You’re a coward, Turaga," he hissed. "Too cowardly to face the knowledge behind the Great Door. Well, we shall see how I fare."

He kicked me hard, rolling me over with the force of it, and I was…I was…

They were pouring in from every opening, teeth gnashing, eyes blazing. Their touch was poison, disease. They had already touched me and Ahak, and I felt it in my armor.

I burned them. I seared them. I poured forth plasma-fire upon them in great waves, but the wind hindered me. Relentlessly it howled out of the darkness, into the darkness. The Rupture stood above us in the high wall like a great mouth, and the wind howled into it, devouring the life of the world. It had to be stopped. 

Behind us, Thu had bound himself to the ground with iron chains, holding fast against the gale. His metal seemed the most effective in sealing the breach, and so we defended him while he worked. Ahak worked relentlessly to close off the honeycomb passages with stone, but there were so many, and I could see that he was flagging. They had touched him first, back in the passageway. His armor was already turning gray, flaking off, but he continued nevertheless. By this time, Thu had fashioned a metal lattice and was raising it up into the opening, buffeted by the wind.

"Almost done!" he called out.

A spear whizzed out of the darkness and buried itself in Ahak’s chest. I watched as the light in his eyes died, and his body was battered away into the Rupture.

Thu saw as well. His cry of grief was lost in the cacophony. An iron half-sphere formed around him as more spears descended, splitting the chains that tethered him down. 

"Triox!" he called out as the hurricane wind picked him up and sucked him and the great spreading mass of protodermic iron into the breach. "Seal it!"

And I...I tried to...I fought and...I wanted to...

I did as he asked. I poured rays of plasmatic energy from every fingertip and joint, burning plasma-fire from my heartlight and mouth and from my eyes. To the limit, to the breaking point, until my mask melted away and my eyes were scorched black, and my armor fell in gouts of slag.

And the Rupture was welded shut, a great scar of white-hot metal. 

Then I fell headlong in the sudden, deafening silence, and tears sizzled on the scorched metal of my face–

I awakened on my back, chest throbbing. I sat up and wheezed a bit, but found that nothing was broken. I was not in the tunnel anymore. I was at the entrance, just beyond the darkness. I backed up, feet scraping on the stone, and found that I was not alone. 

Axoss sat cross-legged behind me, over me. Her eyes were closed, hammer laid across her knees. Despite her stillness, I detected the rise and fall of her breathing. The remains of her attackers were…here and there. I didn’t look too close.

"That is the second time you have retrieved me from that hole," I said at length. "Thank you."

She nodded. Moments passed.

"So, what now?" I said, settling myself on the stone beside her. "Shuldak is...he's still in there, right?"

"Yes, he is. Let us wait here for a time, and see what transpires."

"And the Matoran? Are they alright?"

"They are safe, back along the path. It is the truth."

"After everything that has happened in the past few days, waiting patiently here is not my first choice, but you are built for patience, aren't you?"

"Wait with me, please," Axoss said.

We waited together. Moments became minutes, and minutes piled into an hour, maybe more. Axoss meditated, and I half-dozed. It was perhaps the most rest I’d gotten since I had left Metru Prynak. All at once, Axoss broke the silence:

"When I found you the last time," she said slowly, deliberately, as if she had planned the words, "after the Void Storm had subsided and the Zyglak were fled, you asked me a question."

"Yes?" I cleared my throat groggily, rubbed my eyes.

"You could barely speak–your mouth and throat were burned from inside–but still you asked: 'Did I do right?'"

"I think I remember."

"I did not answer. I was dying of the flesh-eating plague, and the only thing in my mind was to remove from that dark place, to die in the open air. So I did not answer, nor care. Even after we emerged and you gave up your power in order to heal me, and became Turaga, still I did not care. There was no right or wrong. Only duty. You had fulfilled your duty."

"At the time, I did not see it that way," I replied. "My brothers were dead...are dead. Was that the fulfillment of their duty?"

"It was, and of your own."

"Well, I confess that I could never balance that equation. The Rupture was sealed, but the...but the Z-Zy--" I stammered, coughed. "but They remained. And my brothers were dead."

There was no reply.

I continued: "We were the only Toa left on the Continent, you know, when the Storm started. I don't think I ever told you...There were already few of us, at the time, and somehow no one foresaw the calamity. For many years I wondered why no one saw it, neither seer nor prophet..."

"The Rupture came from beyond the world, beyond our stars. It could not have been foreseen."

"That makes sense, I suppose. Still, it couldn't have happened at a worse time. If we'd had just one more Toa with us...maybe..."

"These thoughts serve no purpose, not for those who serve as the tools of Mata Nui. All that matters is what is."

"I'm not so sure about that. I think it matters to me--what might have been..."

The titan frowned slightly, and I smiled, having managed to break her usually solemn expression..

I continued: "When I healed you, Axoss, and gave up my power, I did not expect to survive. I was burned, inside and out. I could not see, nor breathe. I only knew that I was ending, and that I needed to leave something behind...something more. There was no clever strategy, no sense of duty in the act."

"Intended or not, that choice saved us both. The transformation revitalized you, and the healing power halted the progression of the plague that afflicted me."

"Well, 'revitalized' is a strong word. My scars can attest to that." I rubbed my sore limbs. "And it could not restore your sight."

"I serve the Mask of Truth. It provides all the sight I need. In the end, by fulfilling your duty, you enabled me to continue mine."

"Duty is not kind, Axoss. Not kind to us."

There was a long pause, and the mountain of armor shifted slightly. A long breath exhaled.

"No, it is not kind."

"So what do you say now, after all these years? Did I do right?"

Axoss did not answer. Footsteps sounded in the dark passage, far away. Their echoes were approaching, overlapping, and other noises followed. Clattering and scraping, the rasp of metal on stone, the murmur of distant voices.

Louder and louder it became, and I felt my muscles tightening with fear. Louder and louder, until all at once, Shuldak stumbled from the Opening and fell to the ground gasping.

His eyes raved in his skull. His mouth moved, but no sound came. His hands opened and closed on nothing–his tablet was gone. There were marks on his armor, from head to toe, and the red paint that had adorned his face was scratched and peeling. Peeled off, in some places, as if by many razors.

Axoss opened her blind eyes and inclined her face to the miserable Phynaran. After a few moments, Shuldak’s gaze met hers, and he grew unnaturally still.

"In an ancient time," she said at last, "I would not have hesitated to destroy you now, Shol of Old Phynar. Could not have hesitated. Such was the strength of the bond of my duty. But now, a change has come, and I may choose, at least, the method of judgment. Do you comprehend this, Phynaran?"

The eyes blinked, the mouth moved. Axoss saw the truth of it. The noises in the passage had continued as she spoke. There was a skittering sound in the dark. Many dragging limbs and spines. Something was crawling along the floor, on the walls, on the ceiling, all around.

Red eyes opened in the blackness, just beyond the reach of the light, a hundred of them at least. I shrank back as a familiar voice issued:

"Give him to us," it said in tones of hatred. "He is a child of the Pridak, that chosen one of Mata Nui, whom we curse. Pridak who slew many of our kind in elder days. This one is a bargainer, a dealmaker, a seeker of amnesty and allegiance in exchange for our knowledge of the beyond." A harsh croaking, which is Their laughter, followed this. "But we do not palter with such. We will rend this one and devour his core. Give him to us, warden."

Axoss reached down and took Shuldak in one great hand, lifting him bodily. She held him toward the darkness, and all his cunning was gone. She spoke:

"Your violence would fulfill my duty to the Great Spirit. Will you send him on the Red Journey for me, this day?"

A hiss and curses poured from the portal. Shuldak hung in the air, staring, mouth agape.

"Keep him then," the voice said at last. "We shall not partake in your duty, which is accursed. We see that your eyes are dim, warden, and your body grows ever frailer. What strength have you left in those limbs, after all these years?"

"Strength enough to slay another ten thousand of your kind, Zyglak, and to clean the rust from my hammer with your bones. I am bound to this duty for eternity. I do not waver."

"Neither we. Neither we…We gnaw at the world even now, though your Toa sealed the breach. One day we shall open it again, and then–"

Axoss laughed suddenly, a terrible peal of laughter, and a flash of white light issued from her mouth, blazed down the tunnel, and in the radiance I looked upon Them once more, and the air was filled with the cries of Their burning. They fled away, away into the dark…

When my sight returned to normal again, I realized that Shuldak was gone as well. His figure careened away across the flat, back toward the horizon. 

Axoss had let him go.

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The Amaja was in shadow by now. I stood creakily and retrieved the various stones. The Matoran were filtering out, some to their night-tasks in the city above, but most to rest. A few remained to speak with me.

"Your stories are strange, Turaga," the first said, a Fa-Matoran, "different from the legends of the other elders."

"I expect so. I’m afraid I am not a good teller of legends."

"No, no. We look forward to your tellings on the odd months."

"Turaga," another spoke up, this time a Ce-Matoran, "What became of the two Matoran, the Ga and the Ba? Were they accosted by the Phynaran as he fled?"

"They were returned safely to the ship, along with myself. The Phynaran…he did not fare quite as well."

"Is it true that the touch of Zyglak eats away at one’s armor and flesh?"

"It is true, and the Phynaran Shuldak would tell you so, if he could still speak."

"So he lived?"

"Yes, he lived, though the Carexkans boxed him up for the return journey. Axoss accompanied me back to the shore to make sure of it. The sailors seemed to understand what her presence meant. I believe it was not the first time they had encountered her, or one like her. Who can say?"

"And did she ever answer your question?" the Ce-Matoran asked.

"What question?"

"Whether you did right, long ago."

"Ah, no…No, she didn’t."

"Of course he did right," the Fa-Matoran piped up. "He saved the world from the Void Storm. The Fire Turaga told the legend last month. It's not a hard question."

"Well, maybe not for you," I said.

"Did she go back then, to continue her duty?" the Ce-Matoran continued.

"What do you think?"

"Well, I hope so, because the Zyglak frighten me. But at the same time, I think it's...it's a hard thing."

"How so?"

"To be bound to a duty like that, I mean. For all time. To never...to never be able to rest."

I realized that there were tears in my eyes. When had that happened...

"I think so too," I said. "But maybe one day...one day our tasks will all be done, and then we can rest."

The scars hurt, in my armor and flesh. My throat was raw from too much talking, and my eyes were tired from too much seeing.

"I've never thought about it. Do you really think so, Turaga?"

Duty is not kind, Axoss. Not kind to us.

"I hope so."

[lookatmysillies]

[ A wild Kioku approaches Yael ! ]

HEY! Man, are you okay?

I heard you nearly drowned in the river! That's not good at all obviously, and I should know! I've fallen into my fair share of rivers. I saw a green-haired kid fish you out, though, which I'm grateful for. I've only just recently arrived and I'm no good at remembering names, so I couldn't tell you who it was. I'm sorry.

I don't really know you all that well, but I think you should eat something. The other kids tell me to be careful with you, and I've seen you pat your body pretty often, so I'm worried you might have health issues.

Here, take this jelly. It's plain, so hopefully it won't bang up your innards or anything. Don't even worry about where I got it! Haha. Ha. It's super important to eat and gain at least a little more strength! Maybe it'll help you out in the future! you know, with the falling or fainting and drowning stuff... I wonder how you ended up there...

Anyway, I know this is super sudden, but I kinda know what almost-drowning feels like, too. I just wanted to try and help a little bit. I'm not really sure how to do it properly... I just want you to feel better. I hope you can feel better.

Oh, the teacher is coming... I'm gonna run now, see you around!

Hiiii!! This is Para!! Sorry for all that, I just thought it would be silly. I'm here to ask what Yael thinks of Kioku! He's a super interesting character to me, and while you've already explained a bit of his thoughts on Kio, I'd like to ask if you could share any more/explain further? If it's okay with you! The whole angel thing was particularly intriguing...

Love your characters as always, and I truly do enjoy learning more about them :)

[Yael stares back at Kioku with wide eyes like she’s just given him the world rather than a single somewhat unremarkable jelly.]

Oh! Yes, um, it was an accident. A bad one, but I’m still here… Can tells me he’s the one who found me, and I’ll take his word for it. He seems like he would do something like that…

Sorry you’ve fallen into water a lot, too. Drowning feels stranger than I would’ve imagined. A lot worse. Thank you for the food, it almost tastes a little bit sweet if I hold it in my mouth for a while! You really are an angel. [He says this very seriously, though it flies over Kioku’s head. He’s quiet for a moment.]

I hope maybe we can talk more and—oh, yes, go ahead. Goodbye Kioku! The teacher’s probably here to take me for another useless checkup.

Hiii Para! Thanks for dropping this in my inbox, Kioku’s adorable face was the best thing to wake up to earlier today 🥺 To expand on Yael’s thoughts on Kioku a bit, I’ll establish some comparisons with his other fundamental relationships to give you a reference point:

He has the strongest feelings for @paradisedisconcert’s Can and @alien-til-i-stage’s Macbeth and Innamorati, Can being his purest relationship, Macbeth more muddled, and Inna just. Ridiculous. Who even knows

Add Kioku to this bunch of people he takes an especially strong interest in once she arrives, Kio being a person he looks up to and believes wholeheartedly in (due to misguided reasons, but there nonetheless).

He thinks of her as an Angel; Macbeth as Death; Can as Life; and Innamorati as personal Salvation. Kioku and Macbeth both represent “selfless” ideals: He adores Kioku because he believes she is here to save them from their eternal prison—not just to save him, but ALL of them. He truly believes she’s filled with all the good in the world and she can do no wrong in his eyes. His feelings about her are misguided but pure in nature. He also mixes up romantic and platonic feelings a lot, and she is the only one of these 4 he doesn’t feel confused about. I’ve mentioned that he’s subconsciously drawn to unhealthy relationships, Can being (for the most part anyway) an exception. Kioku is too good to have those kinds of feelings for, in Yael’s mind.

His perception of Kioku as an angel is different from his idea of Can as life or Inna as salvation. Can and Inna are what he perceives as his “selfish” ideals. Can isn’t holy or angelic in his eyes, but rather incredibly human; flawed and damaged, proof of their existence. Yael views his own existence, simply existing for himself, as selfish, and Can encourages living for himself. Inna is Yael’s personal salvation from his own mistake of playing a part in Macbeth’s death; Macbeth, who he believed was supposed to die and be free. He missed him so badly and questioned if it would be better for him to still be with him. He can’t change it, though, so he seeks absolution from the last piece of Macbeth there is.

Yael creates his own Saints in his head and Kioku is one of them. She represents a twisted sort of hope to him, and he wants to protect her and help her with whatever she needs to repay her for descending to Anakt Garden.

Thank you for the ask, I love yapping about the children. I love your characters too, I’m excited to learn more about Jiu and Kioku! That said if Jiu hurts her I will be seen on the news

[alien-til-i-stage]

HI! It's Para being a pest in your inbox!

I'd like to ask Inna what he thinks of both Kio and Jiu? If it's alright with him :)

(HI PARA! thank you for fhe ask!!!)

Ah! Kio is so fun to hang out with! She’s so cool and it’s always exciting to hang out with her too!!! Some of my other friends like Macbeth are hesitant to hang out with us, but I think he’s just jealous he can’t do any parkour like her! Thinking about it, it’s only Macbeth who doesn’t seem to like her that much.

She once mentioned something about my eyes, but a fish in the water distracted us both, I wonder what she was thinking about? I also think Kio might have a thing for Juliet, they’re so cute together!! I might have to ask Jiu what he thinks about them

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Speaking of, Jiu is my best friend! Sure we don’t hang out together as often as I do with my other best friends, but that doesn’t matter!!! He’s just busy doing his ‘presidential’ duties heheh. He’s so serious and cool, I wish I could be as cool as him!!!

Uh, please don’t mention this to anyone but um. Before I met Toki, I had a small crush on him… DON’T TELL ANYONE HE’S JUST SO COOL AND AHHHHH!!! I DON’T FEEL THAT WAY NOW!! I HAVE TOKI AND I LOVE HIM MORE THAN I EVER LIKED JIU!!!!

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F7 eating habits headcanons!

So after seeing this wall of text, a friend of mine asked if i could make one for their eating habits, and who am i to say no U_U

I humbly apologize for the fact that this one won't be as long as the previous one, there aren't that many eating habits headcanons to get ideas from so about half of this will probably just be what i think some of their favorite foods would be- 😭

Anyways, here we go

Merlin

- i feel like he'd be a picky eater, but maybe not the most picky eater out of the group - he'd be the type of guy to divide the food on his plate in "food i like more" and "food i like less" and eat the former for last - it'd be pretty funny if he couldn't handle spicy food like at all - i actually don't know what his favorite food could be- - we've seen he likes carrots in the movie but that isn't really a dish i don't think- - carrots are probably one of his favorite vegetables tho - i feel like he'd have a preference for savory foods (not spicy however, just salty) - probably doesn't ask for seconds very often, but he's done it a few times in the past - always leaves some amount of food on his plate (usually not that much however)

Jack

- SO picky - refuses to eat bird meat - saves his favorite food for last - has called food bad just because of how it looks at least once - "I don't have a sweet tooth, don't be ridiculous" he says, eating his fifth marron glacé of the day - i honestly don't know what his favorite food would be, something fish based maybe- - eats rather quickly, but not like "scarfs his food down" type of quickly, does that make sense- - hates beans - apples are his favorite fruit (yes, even after all that happened with Regina; he avoids eating them in front of Merlin and Snow for a while after the movie's events) - barely ever asks for seconds, you REALLY need to make something amazing for him to ask for seconds

Arthur

- the least picky eater on the planet - scarfs his food down, but he doesn't do it too often and even then he doesn't look like a wild animal when eating - you'll be hard pressed to find a food he doesn't like - probably always asks for seconds - has probably asked for thirds a few times - the group trash bin (aka all the food that everyone else leaves he'll gladly eat) - i don't think he's the type of person to not finish all of his food, the few times it's happened he was probably really tired and fell asleep before he could finish everything - his favorite food would probably have meat and vegetables in it, me thinks - i don't think he'd eat vegetables unless paired with something else, like fish or meat

Hans

- not picky in the slightest - tries the food before calling it bad - always eats less compared to everyone else (because of... reasons..) - probably doesn't have a favorite food, likes most things he eats honestly - takes his time to savor everything, but doesn't take forever to finish his food - always finishes his food - has a slight preference for sweet food, but only slightly - only ever asks for seconds if he's not the one cooking, and even then he doesn't ask that often

Pino, Noki and Kio

- don't ask them their favorite food, it changes every month - not super picky, but sometimes it is hard to find something they like - favorite vegetables are carrots (onions are close seconds) - usually eat everything that's on their plate (or at least they try) - super fast eaters, they can be done eating in 5 minutes if they want to - don't really have a preference for sweet or savory foods, both are equally good in their eyes - usually ask for seconds - have a bad habit of eating so fast that while they're done eating everyone is still halfway done so they either leave the table or they remain seated and talk a bit, either to each other or with whoever wants to - they really don't like it when fruit or vegetables are really ripe, they don't like how squishy they get

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𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝙸𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 | 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 | 𝙱𝚢: 𝙰𝚢𝚒𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚛

5. 𝙻𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚌

"Nami! I have a report of love!!!" Sanji yelled with hearts in his eyes. "I see big rain clouds up ahead!! There's a storm under them. [Name]!! Don't be afraid, your prince charming is here!!!" Sanji added as Zoro scoffed.

"Looks like we're back on our original course. We should be seeing the Red line at anytime now." I shuffled uncomfortably, staring at the clouds. "It'll be okay, [Name] I'm sure it won't last long." Nami smiled sympathetically at the girl.

"Look at this!" Nami placed the map down at the table. Everyone was in the kitchen. "I'd heard the rumors about it, and it's drawn on this map, too!" Nami pointed out as everyone's gaze was on the map, listening to the navigator.

"If it really is true, then the entrance to the Grand Line is a mountain." She said pointing, "A mountain?" Luffy questioned. "I didn't believe it myself, but the map has canals that lead to the mountain, that might mean we have to go up it!"

I glanced at Usopp who was struggling with the rudder. I laughed and cheered for the sniper. "HELP!" "Sanji! Help Usopp with the rudder!" Nami ordered the cook "YES! NAMI-SWAN!!"

He held the rudder with Usopp, but struggled to do so. "Doesn't this current seem a bit strong?" Usopp said sweating. "Eh? Usopp? What did you just say?" Nami turned to face Usopp as he repeated his sentence.

"Current... that's it!" "What?" Luffy asked "They really do go up the mountain!" "Are you still saying that stuff?" Nami pointed to the map and explained.

"And then we'd be at the bottom of the ocean. Understand?" "Oh! So, basically it's a mystery mountain." Luffy laughed.

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"Sanji! Could you get the sail?" "Luffy, help out!" I stood in the middle of the boat staring at the dark clouds infront of me. I clutched my chest, 'this is so familiar.' and noticed something.

"Oh! Guys look!" I pointed to the mountain infront of us, slowly showing it's form. Everyone ran to see the mountain, "that's insanely huge.." Usopp stared in horror.

The waves got stronger as the merry began rocking back and forth. "Keep going forward!" Nami smiled as Luffy landed beside her. "The damn ocean really is flowing up the mountain!" Zoro exclaimed.

All colours from everyone's face drained as they saw the rudder snap in half. "Gomu Gomu No! Balloon!" Luffy saved merry from crashing, the merry bounced back and left Luffy behind, "Luffy!" Zoro yelled.

The rubber man quickly stretched his arm and gripped Zoro's hand and crashed onto the floor.

Sanji and Usopp cheered as i kneeled down beside Luffy, stifling a laugh. "You okay..?" He sat back up with a bright smile and turned to look at me "Yeah!"

"We made it!!" Everyone cheered, Sanji and Usopp hugged each other in joy. "We're above the clouds!" Luffy yelled. "Look! It's the summit!" Nami grabbed my shoulders, smiling. The boat flew forward and quickly fell, crashing back on the water.

I smiled widely, never in my life would i expect to enter the Grand Line, and be a Pirate. Would i be meeting Kio there? Will i find my missing memories? Though, I'm not so nervous now. I'm surounded by wonderful people who cares about me, maybe, it's okay to take a break and make new memories, to find the Gold Flower Island.

"Don't you hear that sound?" Zoro asked, Nami brushed it off. "Nami-swan! I see a mountain up ahead!" Sanji called "Mountain? That can't be!"

A big figure could be seen and everyone panicked. "It's a whale.." i pointed out, everyone panicked as Usopp ran around in circles, his hand up in the air in panic.

Luffy walked away, saying he has an idea. The men tried to pull the rudder trying to move the ship to the left.

An bomb exploded infront of the ship causing it to rock. I lost my footing and fell on my back, groaning in pain.

Merry's head broke off and Luffy yelled in shock. I laid in a star fish position and stared at the big whale, the men quickly paddled away not wanting the whale to noticed us.

"Let's get out of here now!" Zoro exclaimed, sweat dripping off his forehead. The whale moaned as it's loud sounds echoed, everyone panicked. I closed my eyes, embracing the sound, still on the floor.

It's melodic tune bouncing around, comforting my ears. Though, something is wrong with this very whale. It sounded like it was in...pain.

Once we got closer to it's eyes, i felt everyone's scared aura. Luffy stood, yelling at the whale and hit it's eye, stretching his arm.

I glanced at the whale, everyones mouth hung open. I sat up and looked at the poor whale. "DUMBASS!" It's eye looked at us as everyone yelled in fear.

It moaned even louder, sucking us into his mouth. I glanced to see Luffy gone, i panicked and gripped the side of the railings. "Luffy!" I jumped forward to catching him but was late, Zoro gripped my wrist pulling me towards him.

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"What do you think?" "What do i think?"

"How should i think?" "How..." "LUFFY! HE'S IN TROUBLE!!" I sobbed into my palm

We were suck insde a whales mouth, ending up beside a island, and a sky above us, confusing us more.

A huge king squid revealed itself while Nami and Usopp yelled in fear. Both Sanji and Zoro stood in front prepared to fight. I wiped my tears, worrying about Luffy. A weapon shot through the monster and it collapsed, splashing some of the weird coloured liquid onto us.

"Should we fire cannonballs?" "No, hold on a sec." Sanji responded to the long nosed sniper. A old man with...flowers on his head walked outside, pulling the rope with the squid towards him.

He sat down and looked at us fiercely, "You'd better not or someone will die." He said as Nami and Usopp held eachother in fear, My mouth formed into a line as I stared at him.

"Just who are you saying will die?" Sanji said, his eyebrow furrowed. I pointed, "He will." "Me." We both spoke nonchalantly.

Zoro asked where we are and who is, he stared back as we felt his threatening demeanor, not so threatening anymore.

"When asking someone a question, isn't it proper manners to give your name first?" "Hm? Yeah, good point. Sorry." "My name is Roronoa." "My name is Crocus. I'm the lighthouse keeper of the Twin Capes, Im 71 years old and a Gemini."

"Crocus like the plant!" I whispered in recognition. "Can i cut him?" Zoro's eyes twitched in annoyance, his sword on his hands, as the man continued introducing himself. I gently held his hand down, and faced the old man.

"Well, Crocus-san. Can we ask where are we?" I asked politely. "You're asking where are we? How dare you run you're mouth, when you barged into my private resort? Does it look like we're in a rat's belly?"

"Sorry.." apologizing i looked down.

Nami cried, saying that she didn't want to be digested. The mans eyes widen again, trying to be threatening "Would you cut that out!?" Everyone yelled.

"The exists that way." He pointed, "We can get out!?" "There's an exit." I said mouth slightingly agape. Once we decide to get out, the whale's stomach began to rumbled and we began losing our footing.

"It's started." Crocus said. "Hey! What's started? Tell us!!" Usopp yelled at him and i bumped him with my shoulder "Usopp! That's rude!" "Oh, sorry." He said scratching his neck.

"Laboon has started hitting his head against the Red Line." "Come to think of it, The whale has scars on his head, and he was yelling at the sky." Nami said "What does that mean?" "..He's suffering." I said gripping the railings to stable myself.

"Crocus-san!" I yelled as the old man jumped into the acid. But quickly came back, begining to climb the ladder.

Three people suddenly busted the door open and flew towards the acid. "Luffy!!" I recognised the rubber captain and glanced at the other two. "Oh, everyone is okay...Help me!" He said and fell into the acid.

The whales cries halted and everything stopped shaking. Luffy and along with two strangers was rescued and was sitting on the boat.

Sanji quickly fell in love with the girl and hearts began forming in his eyes. "I won't let you lay a finger on Laboon as long as I'm alive!" Crocus spoke.

"Who's that?" Luffy questioned. The blue haired lady began giggling and stood up, "Even if you say so, we can't leave." "Taking down this whale is our mission." They held their bazookas and pointed it, firing at the whale's skin.

Crocus quickly ran and jumped into the canon. I blinked, 'he protected the whale..' i frowned when the lady began laughing. "Crocus-san! Are you okay?" I yelled. The old man swam up and was injured.

Luffy then hit the both of them on the head with an irritated look on his face, they collapsed, unconscious. I quickly asked Zoro if he can help the old man as he was injured.

"I thank you for saving me. But why?" Crocus asked. "I wasn't trying to save you. I just didn't like them for some reason." Luffy replied, huffing. "Who are these people? What're they doing inside this whale?"

"They're thugs, and after the whale. If they captured Laboon, it can feed the townspeople for atleast 2-3 years."

"Laboon?" "It's the name of the whale." "Aw!" I exclaimed at the cute name. "It's the world's largest whale, called the island whale, which live only in the West Blue. I won't let them have him as food."

He began telling Laboon's story on why he was hitting himself on the red line. I sat on the grass and listened, 'Laboon has been  waiting for his friends for so long...what if, what if people i knew from the past are also waiting for me? And i just forgot about them...'                                 

We then decided to exit the whale, and so we sailed, following the canal. Crocus opened the gate, and soon, we exited outside from Laboon's body. I closed my eyes embracing the fresh air, and climbed up the railing, sitting down.

I stared at Laboon's eyes, feeling pity for the poor Whale. Luffy suddenly yelled climbing up Laboon's head carrying the mast and stabbed it on the whale.

The whale cried in pain and waved it's head causing the waves to shook merry. It swam up and hit it's head at the mountain while Crocus and the others yelled.

Luffy began fighting the Whale and kept crashing. Laboon halted as Luffy spoke, "After going around the Grand Line we'll come back to see you again. When I come back, let's fight again!"

Laboon roared and has stopped fighting back. I closed my eyes as the whale's calming tune played, filling my ears.

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I blinked at the drawing on Laboons head. "This is the symbol of our promise to fight again." Luffy said proudly. In the ship i sat, leaning on mast listening to Usopp complain about Luffy and him yelling at Zoro who's sleeping.

We heard Nami yell and decided to climb up. A thought crossed my mind, it was stupid, dumb, possibly will kill me, but, who cares? We only live once anyways.

I watched Usopp climb up the ladder as i gathered up the courage that was left in me. I pressed all of my fingers together, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Slowly, i began levitating.

I opened my eyes to see that i was only a inch up in the air, panicking i hugged my knees together, trying to curl up in a ball but was still in mid air. I huffed and began levitating higher, i felt my head hurting and my stomach churning.

The journey was, very slow, maybe because my head, stomach hurts or maybe because i was hungry or maybe because i was floating myself mid air.

I reached the top only to see Sanji and Luffy fly off the mountain. Before falling into the water, the two looked at me with jaws wide open. "[NAME] IS FLOATING!?" they yelled and fell into the water.

Usopp turned to look at you, his jaw dropping as he clenched his chest with his other hand and his other, pointing at you. "[NAME]!?" I quickly step on the mountain, staggering a bit.

"You were floating!" Nami exclaimed. "Right? I-i didn't know i could do that." I stared at my feet in shock and proud at myself, i covered my mouth with my hand feeling something coming out of my throat. 'atleast i made it up'

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"Whisky peak? What's that?" "That's where we live, sir." The man spoke, he had nine written on his face and was kneeling down next to the blue haired girl who was doing the same.

They begged if they could sail with us and take them to their town, Crocus said to decline, adding that they are dishonest people.

"You can ride with us." Luffy spoke as the two raised their head from shock. "What's the problem? Don't worry about small things. Let's go." The strawhat said.

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"See ya, Whale. To Whisky Peak, full speed ahead!!" I walked towards the railing and held out my fingers to touch Laboon, tracing a heart on his smooth skin.

We sailed away, with Laboon's melodic tune played. Luffy and Usopp cheered, jumping around the boat. I smiled at them, glad to see all of us safe and smiling.

(Hello everyone, thank you for the follows and the hearts you give me. I know it's been so long since i posted a chapter, but i have been really busy with school and hadn't find the time to continue this. I apologize for this chapter being boring but i promise you that I'll do better in the next chapters and make it more entertaining for you guys. Have a nice day, and thank you for reading.)

[corneliaavenue]

Kio fish... fish bowl... secret moments in crowded rooms... yeah

[kiochisato]

puffa fish kio

swims casually

[onepiecc]

@draconxs -plotted starter-

Sedna was taken in by the beautiful ruins in this country after traveling up the waterfall. The mermaid was just bored so she was just swimming when she noticed some Kio fish. So the female had decided to join them as they traveled which included a trip swimming up a waterfall which was exciting for her. This land was something new which meant plenty of ruins to explore. When she had first arrived, the brunette did a few jumps out of the water to splash around and play to get a good feel for the waters.

Unknown to her, pirates had noticed the huge mermaid swimming around from their post. Rumors about the mermaid princess being very beautiful and large had spread across the globe and even the pirates that stayed inside Wano had heard of them. However, no one had ever seen the mermaid princess, so they assumed this mermaid was the princess herself. Quickly they rushed to tell their captain believing they could make some extra money. Meanwhile, Sedna was swimming underneath the waters glancing at the city that was under the water.

She had swam a good distance further inland away from the waterfall where she had entered. The female had grabbed something which was covered in algae so she swam back towards the surface of the water for better lighting. Swimming in the middle of the open water, she did not pay attention to anything around her as she had not noticed any sea kings or humans yet so she assumed it perfectly okay to have her guard lowered.

[queersrus]

koi names

varied spellings of koi:

coy, coi, coee, coeigh, coie, coey, coye koy, koee, koeigh, koie, koey, koye qoi, qoy, qoee, qoey, qoie, qoeigh, qoye

names that sound like koi:

goi, grigoi choi, cloi, conroi soy/soi, sigfroi mccoy/mccoi, makoi/maccoi, melroi alroi delroi elroi, eloi foi learoi/leeroy/leroy/leeroi/leroi noi/noy roi/roy troy/troi boy/boi joy akoi

types of koi:

sumi, shiro, showa, shusui, sanke, soragoi, shigure, sanshoku kin, ki, kawarimono, kikokuryu, kohaku, koromo, kujaku, kikusui, kumonryu gin, ginrin, goshiki, goromo hikari, hirenaga, hariwake, hi aka, asaga orengi, ogon, ochiba doitsu rin tancho, taisho maruten, matsuba bekko, butterfly, beni platinum utsuri, utsurimono yamabuki gagoi chagoi

names meaning koi (fish):

nishikigoi

(nick)names from koi:

kio, koia, kiki, kari, ku, kumo, kiku, koro, koha, kuryu, kury/kuri, kiko, kawari oki, oren, omo, oro iko, iro, iroh umi bek/beck, bekka/becka, benie/bennie/benny mat, matsu, maru, momo, mon, mono, mi, mimi suba, suri, su, sora/soara, shi, shiki, sui, suki, san, sho, shoki, shoku, sanso, sansu, sanki, sane, shira, show, showi, shu tai hari, hire, hika, hira, haku riwa, ren, ryu, ri, rimo, rimono goro, gosh, guri, gure ako, aki, aku wari

names like koi:

carp, crane, creek fish, fishie/fishy, fisher, kai, kou, kyo karp, khari, kaito, kova, kaze phish, phishy/phishie, phisher sushi, stream, splash, scale(s) pond aoi navy lili/lilli/lily/lilly/lilie/lillie, lillipad gil/gill bubble(s)

something for myself, additions welcome