Welcome to Gaia! ::

:: Tiki glanced at the fight he had started and shrugged. He had nothing better to do. Why not? ::

"Fine, fine. Wheretofor first?" he asked, making a sweeping gesture with his right arm.

:: He plucked the bottle out of his bag and shook it, the last few drops falling to the forest floor. He hoped they'd happen upon a tavern soon, because he was out of food and drink. He haphazardly threw the bottle over his shoulder, where it happened to head straight for the back of Necros's head, who seemed to be distracted with his opponent. TINK!::

"Well, we're off then," Tiki said before waiting for a reply, marching off in some direction that simply felt right to head in.

:: Tiki raised one eyebrow, clearly confused. ::
"Do what to who now?" he asked, obvlivious.
"It should be quite obvious, friend, that we're going.... this way..."

:: Tiki's mind held no maps of the area, but he found that if he just wandered enough he'd eventually arrive where he was supposed to be. Life was like that, most people just didn't notice. ::

:: Tiki nodded. Trent was a good name. Not the best, but good. Names were important, but not the way people thought they were. It was amusing, really. He took the hint and called out in annoying singsong...::

"What's a name? Not reputation,
Nor just a tag for an invitation.
A signature for papers?
A brand to mark your capers?
Aiding identification,
or contriving connotation?
Names are always failing us
So we've no need for an alias,
But if you insist on naming me,
And to you these things a name might be,
Than name me nought but... Tiki!"
He rhymed, delightedly. Just for fun, he clicked his heels on the last word. Afterwards, he was very quiet and focused entirely on the path he was taking.

:: Tiki cocked his head slightly. A bard? He had never thought of that. Bards were guys who traipsed about in green tights with some sort of silly lute or lyr and interacted with as many ladies as they could find. Also, weren't they supposed to be entertainers? Tiki wasn't up for entertaining anyone but himself right now. He shrugged. If he was going to be a bard, he supposed it would happen naturally enough that he wouldn't notice. ::

"We're on our way to wherever we're bound, friend," Tiki muttered a little antisocially. Sometimes it was unclear wether he was actually insane or just acted that way so much so that it became a habit. Did it really matter?

:: Tiki thought for a moment as to how to best answer. Special abilities? He could jump and climb and bite, if he was asking about combat-related abilities. He also could tell things... but since he wasn't sure about the nature of Trent's question, he used his tried-and-true method of being ambiguous. ::

"Everyone is good at something," he commented mysteriously.

"That is the question, isn't it?" he asked rhetorically, perplexed with his own problems. He quickly realized that Trent might become annoyed if he were to avoid the topic any more, and decided it was best to make a friend every day.

:: Without a word, Tiki seized a rock from his pouch and thre it sideways, not stopping to watch it fly. He already knew where it was going to go. The pebble spun through the air until it collided with a tree in the far distance, the vibrations knocking a poor chipmunk from its lofty purch to the forest floor. ::

"If that's not a talent, then neither am I," he said quietly.

:: Tiki put his hands on his hips and let out a loud, racuous laugh. He wiped his eyes giddily. This person was as fun as a barrel full of fun. And fun didn't come in barrels, it came in teaspoons. ::

"That was nothing," he said haughtily, but added with a touch more humility, "but I'm not quite sure what something is yet. I'll know eventually."

:: He stared curiously at Trent for a moment, and the ball of fire twiddling from his fingers. He wasn't sure how he was doing it. Then again, Tiki wasn't sure about a lot of things... it would be easier to list the things he was certain about (that list, of course, being blank). Come to think of it, he wasn't very savy about how anyone did anything anymore. He decided he should stop drinking so much ale all the time. ::

"I'm going to call you Candle," Tiki said quickly and decisively, and started walking again before Trent could protest.

"Erm... yes. That's why I chose that name. Probably," he said, mumbling the last part under his breath to himself. He hadn't really had a reason.

"Candle's life's a constant shine,
Flickers only when it's time.
Brightly gleams through night and day,
'Till all his wax has gone away..."