<strong>Location:</strong>The Ruins of Gilbert's House<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>It didn't take much effort to get the unconscious Gil secured tightly.  Some villains managed to slip away and continued to make life infuriating, but this guy didn't look like the type.  Perhaps the faculty had believed him on minor things and chosen to keep a watch, but that was over with.  Even the son of the Black Wind Bear had been very minor in his rulebreaking in comparison to this.<br/><br/>Checking over the rock, it wasn't hard enough to burn Clio (what was?) but it was still plenty molten hot, only barely keeping its shape and still slowly and gently oozing in a form that was more liquid than solid but very slow to pour.  It was hot, and it was going to stay hot forever, which could be useful for any number of crafting options, though it would take time to do something with it all.<br/><br/>JD felt something stir in her as she offered the compassion, a sensation, echoes of Chiron's own words.  She understood intuitively how it might be passed on for injuries...just not for drugs and the like.  Hitomi smiled, even if it didn't seem as though she'd truly heard a word of it all.  Soothing and kindness were calming and peaceful no matter how barely awake one was.<br/><br/>Sarge answered JD with a sad memory.  "My worry?  Truthfully?  You'd blast them all and hog the glory, then brag to someone that you care about how exceptional a killer at all and everyone should be wary while impressing someone you love, while flipping around your shotgun while you had been, and then shooting someone you care about and carrying that pain for the rest of your life.  Fate is cruel."  She didn't sound to be joking.<br/><br/>It didn't take Kimo much longer to run up from the shoreline, although how he managed to run from the shoreline of Onogoro-Jima to the shore of another island was anyone's guess.  Still, was it really the weirdest thing today?  He had the same scent of the sea air that Gilbert possessed, the same sound of seafoods cooking, but the two were nothing alike.<br/><br/>Gilbert's race didn't fit - he'd definitely been Chosen, no doubt for the sociopathic outlook that Pele felt she could use.  Kimo was definitely Polynesian, complete with a few tattoos sticking from his black muscle shirt, and carrying a compound bow that had no doubt seen quite a bit of use.  His eyes were kind, not the look of a warrior, but someone who had no doubt seen more than his share of battle.<br/><br/>"They spared him," Sarge said as Kimo came up, and he nodded his understanding.  These political talks weren't always easy.<br/><br/>"I thank you for that," he began.  "Gilbert can't be trusted to walk the Earth again, but there are plenty of other realms to send him."  His eyes slowly traced the four, considering.  "I can give a speech about how the Atua view the Titanomachy, but I'm not sure if you'd want it.  No doubt today has been as much an ordeal for you as was mine."  His demeanor made clear he'd explain if they wanted, but was happy to skip otherwise.  "However, I offer this."<br/><br/>Moving to the pile, he took the necklace back to slip into a pocket but offered the oversized gemstone to the Band.  "This is the Guiding Star of Rehua.  Tangaroa will want his necklace back - he has a<em>lot</em>of children - but I know Rehua pretty well.  He'd rather see this put to proper use by a Band of Scions that show mercy when it can be spared.  Focus on a place you'd like to be while you hold it, and it can take you and others there, or focus on one of your Bandmates and you can send it to them."<br/><br/>Looking up to the owl, he asked, "Where is Dr. Cheng?"<br/><br/>Sarge replied, "She's at the beach at the moment, talking to some of the students."<br/><br/>Kimo then said to the Band, "When you're ready, may I suggest taking the mortal student to her?"  He checked over Hitomi as well, adding, "I can't be certain, but I think it's kava."