Javier
"Hah, that's a good one lad. Old man in a jungle, its definitely not inaccurate I would say."

*He too ate up on his serving, eventually turning to drink the last bit of broth from his bowl instead of trying with the spoon.*

"Hmm, a bluenette you say? Especially one that would refer to me as teacher? That could perhaps be Aria. She was one of my students, quite some time ago."

*He thought to himself for a moment.*

"Sounds like you aren't running on a lot of information. You ought to be cautious operating as such; could get yourself hurt."

*Otoka grabbed the ladle to refill his own bowl with a second helping, before he offered the same to Furo.*
Roger
*Ah, it was Aria.*

"Already said that, already have, and here I am."

Furo set his bowl down. He did not show it, but he was annoyed having to be reminded of all of this like he was not the only individual stressing that fact.

"My friends got called into a trap set up for some people I'm now not a fan of. Said group headed by this old lady with magical beauty cream, then had to fight to save a bunch of people and stop some machine. My friends, wielding dumb keys that for some reason determine who get genocided or not, were ton convince them both to help out again for a second trap with even less information; Granted it was a world one of them was from but..."

Furo paused in his unexpected rant as he was forced to mentally relive the events at Radiant Garden. The air stilled in the silence, but finally began moving again once he gave a defeated sigh.

"...One of them paid the cost for dealing with them. The other thinks he knows best, and decided that he should go it alone despite what anyone else had to say."

He set the bowl down and fished out the scroll and holding it out to Otoka. It did not matter what expression he currently wore on his face, his typically clear blue eyes could not have seemed more downcast.

"So here I am, handing over a scroll so I can feel better about almost bleeding out in front of your student. No matter what I do I seem to be weak and get left behind. So regardless of what this says, I got to at least be capable of making sure this scroll gets into your hands."
Javier
*Otoka looked at Furo while he spoke and got all of this off his chest.*

"When a keyblade is involved, nothing but trouble follows. I'm sure you've come to the same conclusion that I have."

*He reached out and grabbed the scroll from Furo.*

"Mission accomplished, well done lad."

*He would open the scroll and read its message. After a moment, he rolled the scroll back up and stuffed it in his pocket.*

"Alright then."

*Otoka stood slowly and popped his neck and shoulders, working out some of the rust.*

"You say you're weak? Give me your best shot. I'll give you as much time as you need to prepare your most powerful strike."
Roger
Furo watched as Otoka scanned the document. When the old man stood up and asked to be attacked, any of his previous woes fell to the wayside due to being utterly floored.

"Heh, nice try. I see what you're doing but it doesn't work like that. I'm not attacking you because you asked, and even if I did I couldn't put my heart into it."

He had always acted out of necessity rather than for sport like others. A spar was never lethal which meant he never went all out; A fight was full of uncertainties, which forced his best on the threat of death. Those were the experiences he had so far. 

Furo stood up regardless, as whatever was in that letter must have ignited something in Otoka. Being the only one sitting felt fairly uncomfortable with the sudden change.
Javier
"Suit yourself lad. Your refusal to attack even when requested tells me a bit about your character."

*He hunched his shoulders a little, seemingly un-prepping for an all-out attack from Furo.*

"You're calculating, and fight only when the situation calls for it, am I correct in assuming so?"

*He smiled and pat Furo on the shoulder. Well, it was meant to be a pat, but Otoka was surprisingly strong, the pat would sting just a little bit.*

"You remind me of myself when I was in my prime."
Roger
"...!"

Furo had to put more effort that be expected to not have his knees buckle under Otoka's unexpected strength. Now he had some understanding why Aria was looking for this man. It left him wondering how things force the man to exile himself.

"Yeah, I like to think things through."

He could not help but rub his shoulder as he resized up the older man. Furo made a note not to take Otoka head on should a reason for them to fight actually came up. It was telling as Icidro and Brad felt far more comfortable to fight.

"Did the letter explain what's occured?"

To be honest, he did not know what happend besides for what his group was tasked with. He assumed that things had resolved themselves despite Mod-gnik now being gone. Though, he could tell things were gearing up again for the tower crew.
Javier
*The man chuckled a bit at Furo's reaction.*

"Briefly. Aria would not ask for my help if she didn't feel like she absolutely needed it... Things sound like they're turning out to be pretty dire, my boy."

*Otoka would squat down and pick up his bowl from the log, before standing back up.*

"When you return, tell her that Teach will be back soon."
Roger
*'Guess I'm playing the messenger again.'*

"If you want a ride I could take you to her."

It would be faster than starting a game of telephone, but Furo did not plan to press the man at all. He pulled out his blackened phone and cycled through a few applications quickly. One of which he had tried to delete multiple times, but he was forced to concede the effort as fruitless. 

"My ship could be here in a moment if you want to gather any belongings."
Javier
"Sure, I suppose that works. You'll have to give me a moment while I go and grab something."

*He would nod before he turned around and began to walk off. It looked as if he was going towards his shack, but then went totally around it and off into the jungle.*

*A little bit of time would pass- maybe twenty to thirty minutes, before he returned. He didn't look as if he was carrying anything on him, but he approached Furo and nodded once again.*

"Good whenever."
Roger
Furo raised an eyebrow but said nothing. If the man needed to use the restroom, then he could have used one on the ship. Then again, not many ships like the Mamu existed.

*Whatever.*

"Vespa, lower Mamu down and pick us up!"

He spoke into his phone and... Damn. Perhaps he did make a mistake as he had forgotten about his other traveler. Best to make things clear.

"Requesting pickup for two; A *Friend* And myself!"

*'She better have gotten the hint.'*

Soon a massive ship entered the atmosphere and loomed above the jungle. Light pooled together in one spot before beaming down into the clearing. Furo began to float as the teleporter assessed the passengers.
Javier
*Otoka squinted from the light as the beam came down.*

"Ah. Gummi ships sure have changed since I was last around..."

*He would allow himself to be beamed up.*