Elias sat on the railing of the Skycleaver, his arms folded and legs brought together in the classic Indian Pose. His head cocked to the side and gaze turned downward. His eyelids shut and his brow furrowed as he contemplated what was said the other day. 'spend more time with the rest of the crew, stop being so afraid to open up'. That wasn't it, was it? Was he really paranoid of the people around him? Maybe he was just concerned they might just shove him off the crew if the marines became a problem for them. But no, he wouldn't let that be the reason he didn't associate with them. He had just been taking time for himself to write about them. At least preliminary notes about interesting characters he could transfer to his book! If only the captain knew. But, his big brother figure in the captain made it a point that he needed to spend time with at least one other crew mate other than the missing Yuurei or himself.
So who was the first to come to mind? Madori. Why? Because Elias was 'mean to him' He wasn't mean. He just didn't like the fact that someone was made out of magma and practiced their power on plant life, namely punching trees over. It bothered Elias so much that he fidgeted his foot in the air, as if tapping it on the floor while it dangled in the air from his seated position on the railing. His molar teeth dug in to the inside of his cheek as he contemplated the pros and cons of spending time with Madori. Sure he's a nice guy, but he doesn't compliment Elias in any way, in a combat scenario. And knowing how this crew and his luck worked, he was bound to get in to some physical antics the moment he was a mile out from the boat.
In the end, Elias groaned loudly, lying back on the railing with his legs dangling off either side, heels of his palms clutched over his eyes and fingers lacing through his hair. "FINE!" He shouted out loud to himself as he came to the decision and put on a disinterested face before he rolled to the left and slumped off of the railing and on to the deck of the SKycleaver.
"Madori! Madori? Where the hell is he?" He scratched his hair while his hood was pulled up, he would continue to look for the block mop haired man, "Come on out! I want to check out the other island, and you're coming with me! You still owe me for punching that tree on jaya." He really wasn't going to let that go, was he?
So who was the first to come to mind? Madori. Why? Because Elias was 'mean to him' He wasn't mean. He just didn't like the fact that someone was made out of magma and practiced their power on plant life, namely punching trees over. It bothered Elias so much that he fidgeted his foot in the air, as if tapping it on the floor while it dangled in the air from his seated position on the railing. His molar teeth dug in to the inside of his cheek as he contemplated the pros and cons of spending time with Madori. Sure he's a nice guy, but he doesn't compliment Elias in any way, in a combat scenario. And knowing how this crew and his luck worked, he was bound to get in to some physical antics the moment he was a mile out from the boat.
In the end, Elias groaned loudly, lying back on the railing with his legs dangling off either side, heels of his palms clutched over his eyes and fingers lacing through his hair. "FINE!" He shouted out loud to himself as he came to the decision and put on a disinterested face before he rolled to the left and slumped off of the railing and on to the deck of the SKycleaver.
"Madori! Madori? Where the hell is he?" He scratched his hair while his hood was pulled up, he would continue to look for the block mop haired man, "Come on out! I want to check out the other island, and you're coming with me! You still owe me for punching that tree on jaya." He really wasn't going to let that go, was he?