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He gave a moment for thought. "Not really," he said, "I usually camp out. Unless it seems like it's going to rain, which, well, it isn't as far as I can tell..."

"Oh, of course," he said amiably, as if it were normal conversation to begin with. "I've met a few former pirates, certainly not all bad folk. Anything in particular you want to know about them?"
His present stance was as if he were leaning on something, except that he wasn't. The overbalance of his weight on nothingness and air went into his tail, and his ears were angled almost strangely to help compensate.

"Well, probably not unless I'd met or seen or perhaps smelled someone from the same ship. You know, once a bunch of folk have lived together for a few years they get their smells all over each other, and that doesn't go away for several years afterward."
He pantomimed picking up the nonexistent object he'd been leaning on, and then swung a sword that wasn't there. He actually appeared to be dealing with the weight of a longsword from the way that the human part of his body balanced; his tail and ears were acting in balance as if they were the weight of a sword, and so looked slightly odd the entire time.

He pulled his hands apart like he was carrying two long daggers or short swords, and then started moving them symmetrically, more slowly. He was trying to think of whether or not he'd seen it before. "Hmm...I don't think so," he said, trying to choose the words carefully so that they came out one at a time. "I haven't got a perfect memory, though, I have a familiar feeling to it like I've seen something like that."

Father Michael relaxed as he realized that no one was coming anymore. He looked over to Ako and smiled, releasing the spell from his palm.

Seeing her father relax and smile comforted Ako, but suddenly she couldn't keep her eyes open. She was just so tired, so she drifted softly to sleep.

Seeing that she was asleep, father michael released the rook wings from his back and began to change into the bird. He flew upstairs and shot out his bedroom window. Gliding into the starry night, his wings beat the air like heartbeats. He then saw the two figures in the night. A man who was part fox and a the same woman who was with Ako and the wolf earlier. He rested on the branch of a nearby tree, hiding in the shadows of the trunk. He listened in on the conversation, until a bolt flew through the night and struck the trunk of the tree he was resting on. He paused, finding the situation had grown out of hand, he flew back to Ako to make sure she was alright.

((Wait..where'd the wall come from? I thought they were in a forest...?))
Xidun didn't exactly comment on it, figuring if she wanted him to know what it said she'd tell him. He dropped the 'false weapon' gesture, and then reached up his left sleeve and pulled out two shorter daggers, just in case.

"It doesn't matter too much," he said. He took an intentional pause before adding, "I can honestly say I'm curious, though." He put up his daggers, relaxing again.

She smiled, then waited a minute before starting. "About two years ago, I woke up, not knowing anything. Well, personal, like, history-wise. I had everything I have now with me, but, without any memory of the previous 16 years. The brand I described earlier, it, well," her hand moved to chest, resting right under her shoulder as she pointedly didn't meet his eyes. "I've searched for anyone who could know any thing about it, but everytime someone knows anything, they send this." she held up the ball of paper. " Those who know don't speak of what they know if they wish to speak again.' It says everytime. If I knew who the captian was, or even the ship, I could find out about what had happened. But this happens, preventing me from finding anything out and scarring whoever i spoke to."