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Aura was distracted by Cascade's lack of knowledge, thouugh she supposed perhaps it wasn't uncommon for a Genasi to be uninformed of there origins. In fact Aura was sure of the Genasi she was an outlier. Not many Genies would want to stick around and care for the children they produce and the even rarer ones who were created extreame elmental weirdness had even less to go off of.

"Half siblings? Do you all have the same mother or father or is it a mix?" She was trying to understand this strange place Cascade came from. "And they are all Genasi?" It took her a moment to continue to explain. "Oh, um, from what my father told me Genasi are created one of two ways. The most common being a Genie pairing with a material planer and the resulting baby is something in between them both. Hense the fact that there are four types of Genie and four types of Genasi. The other less common way is elemental surges doing weird things, I don't really understand that way very much. I was the result of a Djinn or air Genie and an elf, I beleive both Jormund and Flicker are also both the products of their respective elemental Genie. And if all your siblings are Genasi I am guessing you are the result of Marid, which is the Water Genie. Though I suppose I could be wrong about that. I am just guessing. I can try to answer your questions but my knowledge is limited."

She intentionally left out which Genie Jormund and Flicker were resulted from. She hoped Cascade didn't pick up on the fact that she mentioned there were four Genie and only mentioned two by name, but she doubted Cascade was that oblivious. "Anyway I think maybe we should save the interogation for when the others are awake? Unless you are really dead set on doing it now. Not sure anyone would find a heavily injured old lady very intimidating right now anyway." Her shit eating grin returned to her face as her attention shifted to Rala. She knew the woman hated not doing anything but she needed to finish resting, plus having the whole group together would make it so they didn't have to share the information with the other two later.

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Aura blinked and sighed at Cascade. "Do you have any clue..." Her brow furrowed and she was quickly distracted by Rala. She had forgotten that Rala wasn't there when her and Cascade where given the information about where the enemy went.

"Right I forgot you didn't get that information. Man, I am going to have to repeat this to the other two as well...that's annoying" She muttered that last part to herself but it was likely not quiet enough to not be heard. "We think they went to another realm. I beleive that what the Symic Hybrid told us. So following isn't exactly an option. Not to mention if they are operating on another realm we would be way out of our depth. Also Genie are powerful beings and we have no clue what other beings they have at their disposal." She hated that they couldn't have gotten more information from the fallen leader. "We will fill you in on more when Flicker and Jormund finsh their naps."

She then turned back to cascade. "Cascade is there anyone else in your village like you?" She asked not wanting to sound rude but knowing she likely was anyway. "I only ask cuz you seem to have no idea about what you are...and by extention what the rest of us excluding Rala are." She motioned to herself and to Cascade.

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Not Aura about to ask Cascade if she has any idea what she actually is or how she was born/created XD

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Lol you mean Flicker, the one who we all know for a fact at least resents Aura a little for knowing her genie parant :P I Imagine they have MANY things to say XD

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Aura's attention turned to Rala and her face screwed up in worry but only breifly, she was so focused on helping Jormund in the front lines she had completly neglected Rala. After a moment Leaves spoke up again and Aura looked back at the Tabaxi, and she couldn't help but smirk when the cat stated Plasm's patron struck back at the offender. Nothing was more satisfing than knowing that Plasm's Patron had come to their defense in some way or another.

Her attention was quickly drawn to Cascade who said the words Efreet and Dao like they were forign words to her. The air genasi blinked before realizing not all genasi were even created the same way she as. It wasn't unlikly that Cascade had no clue what her origins were, what made her the way she was. "An Efreet and a Dao are a Fire and Earth Genie. I don't know much other than, of the elemental genies they are the worst. It's not suprising they had slaves though what is suprising is they are working together. Genie kind in general stick to their own element and most aren't exactly big fans of one another. Big egos and all that." Her father and patron was no exception to any of that. The fact that he cared at all about Aura was a strange occurance in and of itself. "You do not know of genie kind?" Aura asked Cascade after a breif pause. "I wouldn't be suprised even my own knowledge is limited to the very basics, I am simply curious."

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My post has been edited to exclude Rala. I left they Theys/thems in simply because I cannot remember if Plasm went by any gender specific pronouns. XD

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I mean, I wouldn't be apposed to you joining back, I also wouldn't be apposed to perhaps retcon Rala being one of the injured at all. It wouldn't be too hard to simply remove her name from the 3 posts that mention the injured, ultimatly it would be up to our DM though.

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An Efreet and a Dao Aura's eyes furrowed. She wished now that she had asked her father more about the other elemental genies. She knew very little about them other than her father hated his Earth and Fire counterparts. So much so that when Aura had first started traveling with Jormund and Flicker he warned her to not trust them, even almost forbad her from continuing her travels. It some convincing to get the Djinni to let up. So hearing that the group that attacked were slaves of the Earth and Fire Genie she wasn't nearly as suprised as Cascade seemed to be. Nor was she all that upset about it.

"I supposed it makes sense to come extent. It's likely they will attempt another attack, or try to go for another camp similar to this. You should send word to the others in the area. We wouldn't want them being caught off guard like we were." Just as she finished speaking to the Simic leader the tabaxi entered the picture. Aura followed hating the feeling in her gut that was forming.

Aura staggered back when she saw the figure on the bedroll, her light blue coloring turning almost green as she looked at her injured friend. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath as she righted herself her coloring returning almost to normal. "I...if I am honest I knew very little about where they came from, but, if possible, could you all look out for them while we travel. We have other urgent matters to attend to and have no way of caring for them." Aura's attention was entirely on the Tabaxi, if she looked over at Plasm she was afraid she would be sick. What would she tell the others? She could lie to them, say the plasmoid didn't want to be a part of elemental drama and left, would that worry them less? She shook her head, removing the thought from it. The others would never forgive her if she lied to them. Though she had to admit lying came so much easier than telling the truth.

"I need to tell the others, if you will agree to take care of them and we don't speak again before my group leaves. If they recover before we can come back for them, tell them they know where we were headed, maybe they can pick up the trail from there." Aura stood awkwardly waiting for a reply from Leaves.

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Sorry been busy I’ll get something up tonight

One Piece: The Devil's Due (Always Accepting!)

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Despite the boss’s previous sour mood upon returning to the island the crew still found time to celebrate their “great haul”. Maxwell was, as usual, excluded from the celebrations even though he was the whole reason they got the haul in the first place. Not that he minded, the crew usually over indulged in both booze and other indulgences. Not to mention, unless they were on the sea, Brutos generally got rather irritated if Maxwell was anywhere near a situation that could turn violent. Maxwell wasn’t sure if it was some twisted way the fishman showed he cared, at least a little, for him, or if he simply didn’t want his greatest asset to get ruined. Either way Max, as well as the crew, never wanted to risk it. So now the brown haired male sat in his room in the rather large building they used as their home when they were on island and listened to a couple of rodents bicker about various things that he assumed were important to them.

“Can we get back on track please.” Maxwell said, gaining their attention once more. The rodents stopped bickering and looked up at him as if they had forgotten he had even been there. “Like I was saying, Brutos wants more. I would really appreciate it if you and any information now that you give it to me.”

“More what?” One of the rodents asked. It looked over Maxwell in a way he had come to realize was the rodent trying to see if he had any snacks on him.

Max produced a couple crackers from his pockets. “More everything, info, stolen valuables, those kinds of things. He is mad about not getting to that guy before the Livers did.” He handed one cracker to each of the rodents.

“Not your fault rats can’t fly.” One of them squeaked quietly to itself. To which Max almost instinctively cringed. Even though he knew Brutos was not in the house, nor could he understand the rodents, it still made him nervous when they spoke even slightly ill of him. And they did this often. They had a lot to say about a lot of people on the island but the various territory leaders were the favorite topics. Not to mention the offense they felt every time anyone referred to the people The Grime King killed as rats. If he and his higher ups could hear the things the actual rats said about them they would have likely exterminated all of them by now.

“Oh! I remember now, I was going to tell you when you came back but you were getting yelled at.” The other said as the first stuffed its little mouth with as much of the cracker that could fit. “Some of shark man’s last stock have been talking about revolting. I don’t think fish for brains would like it if talk of his supply being bad got out.” Again Max cringed at the subject, he hated thinking of other people as stock but what could he do.

“Thanks, do you know where they are?” The young male asked the rodent. To which it nodded and went on and on about the location of this “bad stock”. It took a bit to piece together where exactly the rodent was talking about. Sometimes they were not the most attentive creatures and they got side tracked a lot. “Okay, anything else you guys have for me?” He asked when they finally got a few other small pieces of information sorted out.

“Ah yes, we left the pile of shinies in the usual spot, got some good stuff this time I think.” The rodent who previously had its mouth full of cracker seemed rather proud of itself. Max got up to check the hole in the floor where the rats liked to stuff their things. There were a few shiny stones, some Max was almost sure were various gems if they were cleaned off, a couple rings, and various other jewelry, there was even some stuff he was sure they had taken from some raven’s nests, various shiny wrappers and things like that. He would have to be sure he gave those back. The birds hated when the rats stole from them even if it was by accident. “Thanks.” Max muttered, shooing the two rodents and sitting back to sit in silence for the first time in a while.

Sometimes Max forgot that to them this was just a way to get food, whereas to him it was a matter of staying in a position of relative safety. He wasn’t sure what would happen if Brutos no longer viewed him as useful but he knew for sure it wouldn’t be pretty. Thinking back Maxwell had been a child when he had eaten his devil fruit, stolen from Brutos’s old crew back before the fishman was a captain. That had been close to ten years ago, and seven years since Brutos started up his own crew. Five since Maxwell and Brutos crossed paths once again and the fishman persuaded, if you could call it that, Maxwell to use his abilities to benefit his crew. In return Brutos would make sure nobody else ever laid a hand on Max. Nobody else being anybody but Brutos himself.

With a sigh Maxwell sorted through the remaining trinkets that had been brought to him. Discarding the things he was sure carried no value, and placing the valuables in a bowl beside his door that someone would pick up later. Max wasn’t usually allowed outside of the crew house, unless of course someone else was with him. The captain was too paranoid that someone else knew what the boy could do and would scoop him up, but yet he refused to teach Maxwell how to defend himself. It annoyed Maxwell, but what was he supposed to do about it?

After all was said and done Maxwell leaned against his door and listened to the sound of laughter that came from somewhere else in the house. Likely some of the crew returning after their celebrations. He could go out and join them but he was so exhausted from the time on the sea that he decided not to. Being on the ocean made him nervous, after all, the sea hated him. In a way he was relieved he was no longer allowed on the ships. Solid ground was his friend. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the next time the crew went out to sea leaving Maxwell here with one maybe two “babysitters” who would likely lose interest after a day or two. Oh the things Max would get up to then.