The fuck was this? No warning sirens, no people evacuating, not even so much as a worried look on the local guards faces. Fuck logic? Seriously, fuck logic. Where was the maintenance team? Far as he could see; nothing at all was wrong; but now that he was outside of the wards and seals placed on the arrival room, he could almost smell the overloading seals.

Now was the time when he realized that he'd never actually been on this side of the service tunnels and maintenance areas that had been dug into the walls, floor, and ceiling of the underground areas. Where the fuck was he? Stairways... cargo ramps... people milling around... water falling....

The waterfall?

Stairways...?

OH! The Grand Steps; the connection between the two major districts of the city. Right. That was something at least. Made sense the Warp Rooms would be situated on them; it was the easiest place to get cargo to and from. Solid, smooth rock ramps going up and down to the various storage areas. Perfect placement.

Fuckwherewaseveryone!? No one he recognized; no clansmen he could sense, no smug ass Uzumaki strutting around, none of the Yokuchi ninja he'd actually met; not that he could see. Uuugh. Weren't they expecting him?

"I swear on tha' lives of all tha' unhatched dragons'n tha' clan temple tha' if this shit's a practical joke I'll glass tha' entire fucking village..."

.....

Right, so, standing there looking around like a slack jawed tourist wasn't getting shit done; and the distinct lack of anything remotely ninja was starting to piss him right the fuck off. Where the flying fuck was the control room? Where where the guards? The hell was actually going on here?

Fuck it, he'd just head up until he hit a guard station. There had to be one at the top and bottom of the stairs; and from what little he remembered of the control rooms, they where situated fairly close to ground level. Least; he figured they were, given the legitimate skylights and the lack of crystal veins to bring natural light into the rooms. Now... if I was a guard stations... or a guard... or a person with a brain... where would I be standing...

Strafe moved with caution as he eyed what seemed to be outsiders. His face showed nothing but a calm expression as he contemplated on how to approach them. He took a deep breath before walking towards the duo. He simply wanted to know what they were doing and give them a proper greeting to Yokuchigakure. His stride was casual as he approached them. "Hello! I'm Strafe!" He said simply with a earnest tone. He look to the man and then turned to the girl before turning back to the male. If he were to guess, they were most likely ninja of some sort. They didn't seem hostile however, so Strafe simply kept his distance as he waited for them to respond.

Ohgodswhatnow?

Oh... Oh damn. A ninja? FUCKINGFINALLY! Someone that had some half-assed idea of at least the layout of this goddamn sandtrap. Ugh. Unhappy Raijin was bitchy Raijin. Extremely so.

Wait. Strafe... the Jounin? He'd never met the man, but the name had come up a few times before. Raijin at least knew the names of most of the highest ranked ninja in Yokuchi; he had to, given he had to work with a metricfuckton of them at any given time when he was there.

"No time fer pleasantries. Lost as fuck, an' unless ya wanna dig yerself outta a literal fuckton a' rock 'n sand, ya'll take meh ta wherever the fucknut yer barrier team is holed up. Yer about ta have a nasty ass seal shatter backfire an' half tha' village 's gone if tha' happens."

"You really expect me to take you to our barrier team to tamper with seals when you don't have the decency to give me your name? That's quite a request." Strafe said eyeing the man with careful precision. He didn't want to be the cause of the destruction of his village, but it seemed like neither choice was a very good one. Either he could take a complete stranger to tamper with seals based on her word alone, or he could refuse and risk having the seal backfire on him. The decision was a hard one, but he was confident in his abilities to stop him should he be up to trouble. "Fine, follow me." Strafe said with an expression that shot a warning towards the duo. He then turned and took off at impressive speeds. His destination was the admin complex, or at least the underground section of it.

Within a few moments, Strafe had led them to the room of the seals and barrier team. "This is where our barrier team is. I will be escorting you to keep an eye on you." He said with a stern voice as he opened the door. "Excuse me, This man has some sort of message or problem for you." He said to the barrier team as he looked to the man so that he could explain himself.

Oh for fucks sake; how could this guy not tell a Tsukino just by sight? Purple. Fucking. Hair. Seriously. Ugh; focus. Problems. Barrier problems. Right. Those.

And he could hear the warp tiles trigger again. Amara. Crapcrapcrap.

"Juss move and lemme fix this shit 'fore we all end up suckin' sand. Fucking hell."

The fact that everyone else in the room looked half worried at best just pissed him off more. His goddamn cousins should have been able to tell shit was going bad fast; and not a one was inexperienced enough not to panic.

Where the hell where the readout panels?

Right. Far wall. Greased Lightning mode: activate!

No, really; he was like greased lightning when he wanted to be; seemingly vanishing one moment and already at the wall rumbling off obscenities before you could blink. "R2 overload. Fuckfuckcockwhore. Line shatters everywhere you weak motherofaoxbitch; fucking shit crystal unpow-..."

How the fuck where the crystals underpowered? The power crystals ran on a fully insular vein; nothing else had access to them.

Unless.

Unless...

The new construction. Someone hit the sealed vein and diverted power to something big.

The underwater lighting maybe?

Or the warehouse expansions?

FUCK!

"Override the central power. Shut EVERYTHING DOWN or we are all going to die."

Clear, concise, properly spoken words? Bricks be shat, he was serious.

"I need every construction permit and plan for the underground city. Someone is sapping power from the barriers; and they're taking enough for them to overload just from the normal stress of the walls. I need people tracing the lines; find it. NOW!"

Strafe watched the man with growing curiosity as the urgency in his steps grew. His speed was incredible and he obviously knew what he was doing. After he mumbled a few things that Strafe knew nothing about, he gave a simple command to the barrier team. "I'll vouch for him. Go!" Strafe commanded with authority as they various shinobi looked to him. Nodding in unison, they moved at blazing speeds, leaving smoke in the places where they once stood. The man's worried face only proved to Strafe that he had no evil intent. He was just here to help, or so he hoped. A few moments passed before several of the men rushed in with blueprints in hand, running over to the obviously foreign ninja. They laid them on a table for the purple haired man to inspect. "Let me know if there is anything else we can do." Strafe said as he was fully convinced that this was a serious matter. Hopefully, everything would turn out ok, despite Strafe not know the situation.

That... worked? Apparently desert ninja liked it when you sounded like you ran the place. Or else the Kumo ninja that came here trained them better then anyone realized. Whatever. He needed power; he needed a LOT of power. The reducing hum of everything non-essential was a godsend; the less power the city was taking, the more the seals had; and the more time they had. Even with the reduction; they had only bought themselves a few minutes at best; nothing major would shatter, but he wouldn't be surprised if the cracking would be visible soon.

"New construction. I need to know anything that's been dug into the southeast district. That entire damn section was supposed to be off-limits for new construction for a reason. We hid the power units for the seals back there. Someone, or something, it drawing on their power. The damn seals are power hogs; but that's the only way they work. It was either that or half the old city would be swimming in your water supply right now."

The underground section was a perfectly workable idea; so long as they had the functioning support seals. More to the point, the seals filtered the water just in case the aquifer was compromised and kept them from getting sick. "Go outside. If you see anything but emergency lights; shut it down. You have less then ten minutes before we have a major breach of the supports."

"You heard the man, go!" Strafe commanded as his melodic baritone rang throughout the room. The barrier ninja scattered out the door and on to the streets, doing exactly what the purple haired man said. Strafe just stood there in an attentive position, steadily watching and observing what the stranger was saying. Apparently, the Fuuinjutsu seals that were used in maintaining the village's underground areas were weak. He wanted to learn as much as he could via observation so that he could give a full report to Lord Nasin, as he would surely want to know what was going on. It took only a few minutes, for The top two members of the barrier corps to rush back in with several scrolls. They opened them with blinding speed and explained that these were the records of construction in that area. Strafe could only be proud at the speed in which the ninja finished their task. He would be sure to brag on them later. He looked to the purple haired man and waited to see what his response and next move would be.

Ooookay.

Someone obviously had fucked up somewhere. She could hear her father giving out orders as she slipped into the room; blinking at the speed in which his orders were followed. His tone of voice and speed in which things were getting done told her that it was a serious situation.

No giggling came from the child, no smiles either; as if there were two completely different sides to Amara, the child who giggled and played and then the other half that was about about getting her work done right and fast. Right now her head was in the game and it was all about business. If she could help then she would help, it was really as simple as that.

"What can I do to help?", words spoken loud enough to be heard, her voice filled with seriousness as she pushed purple hair out of her eyes.

Polog was already waiting outside, the giant polarbear-dog ready and listening for orders as well; sitting still as stone and yet ready to take off at a moments notice. Even if he absolutely was hating the heat already and longing for a nice dip in some water.

"Water. You and Polog. Check the lighting systems." Not even a hello, barely even a hint of recognition in his voice. He was in work mode; and work mode meant saving lives mode meant no time to be friendly. She was a ninja, same as him; and a damn fine one at that. She could handle the separation between family and work.

Something was telling him that the underwater lighting was part of the problem; the readings from them where just far enough off nominal that it was triggering flags. Too much power... maybe a short? The system was built to be redundant; a single short wouldn't shut it down; but if the short was close to a power crystal... it was possible that it could be overloading the other systems. And then the extra drain on the systems coming from the old district... that could have been anything. He wasn't seeing anything wrong in the permits and construction zoning; but if it was illegal; well, he wouldn't, would he.

Think... what could he do beyond blowing up the entire damn system...

Wait. He could help power it for a little while. Fuck knows the pure electrical charge from a Tsukino body would work; and he had the chakra pool to maintain it for... well; maybe a few minutes on his own; with what was already in the system; maybe an hour before it killed him. File that away as a maybe; if it came down to evacing.

"It's about to get dark in here. I might have to shut off the emergency systems to keep the power flowing." Or to keep Amara and Polog from being electrocuted; if his hunch was right. Flipping the main power back on with them in the water would be lethal; even to someone with the Tsukino clan protective seals on them. Rai wasn't even sure he could handle that jolt; and most people called him a Thunder God. "Repair teams on standby. Get the water team ready just in case. I have a feeling she's coming back with bad news."

Amara didn't even blink at his tone of voice or the order she was given. It was simple: this was work, and the work needed done before all hell broke loose and people were injured or killed. There was no time for friendliness, it was all about business. She gave a nod as a response and turned, not bothering to wait and see if he saw that she had responded at all. She was already focused on what she was about to do.

Polog had likewise heard the order and turned his large form towards the water just as Amara left the room. She jumped on his back in one fluid moment while at the same moment she activated her Byakugen: her eye sight would prove increasingly helpful since it would allow her to see through solid objects among other things.

As soon as her arms latched around Polog he was off, her grip securing itself naturally as his form dived straight into the water. Polog was stronger than her, and a natural swimmer, so this would be done faster this way compared to if she was swimming by herself. With her eyes activated she watched, keeping her focus on looking for any problems, shorts or otherwise, that would be causing the issue, while Polog concentrated on swimming around, being careful to cover everywhere and anywhere so that there would be nothing she missed - though her degree of sight was large, so it wasn't hard for him to do so.

A good ways down she spotted it; a bad short that was causing an overload due to its location. She took in the details of it while mentally mapping the location in her head so she could easily point it out once back in the room. A two tug pull, hard enough for Polog to feel it but not hard enough to hurt him, and Polog was heading straight back to the surface and to the room.

Amara ran in wet, but didn't care as she instantly went over to the blue prints. Water dripped off of her form as she riffled through them, finding the one she was looking for. "There's a badly placed short, here.", she pointed in the exact location of the short, a water droplet marking the place as well as it fell off of her finger. "It's causing the overload."

Jutsu and Chakra Usage:

Of course it was. It's always the hardest spot; always. He was going to get shocked to high hell for this; even a Tsukino could be electrocuted when soaking wet; and unless some idiot marked it wrong, that was a main-line that was shorting. More then enough raw power to hurt like a bitch. Joy.

It did explain the odd overdraw in the old district; that line was routed through the old sections of the city, and the nearest terminal to it was what was screaming about the power draining. Lovely. "No one move unless they have too. It's about to get pitch black in here."

He was already moving before he started speaking again; voice raised high and obviously issuing a vocal order to the systems. He was going to shut the entire half of the city down; the emergencies where channeling enough power to kill him if he started messing with the lines underwater; everything had to stop. "System Override. Initiate complete system shut down. Isolate sector U34; redirect through U36 and U40. Override command line Delta 567; authorization Tsukino55-A1. Countdown in 5."

Aaaand then he was hitting the water; elegant dive of a cliff diver leaving less then nothing by way of a splash as the city alert systems screamed the only warning that would be given before power was cut entirely; the entire place going darker then the deepest pitch save for the crystal skylights and the few handheld devices with internal power. He didn't need extra light; the crystals would glow for a full day before they began to dim; in the dark water they shined like lines of stars that told him exactly where to go.

The broken crystal was glowing red with internal heat; the short must have been going on for days to get that bad. Jesus fuck; how did the system only just register it an hour ago? Just another in a long list of shit for him to bitch at the local teams about. Yay.

Okay... hands.. he needed hands... he needed more hands then he had. Not a problem... clones. He had several kinds. He needed... Lightning Clones. He could use them to help jump the nodes when he was dine repairing the short. Hands came together for an instant, and then there where three of him; the original and two Lightning Shadow Clones; each identical right down to the blades and the way their hair was floating away like a main of purple insanity.

Hand signs, talking using gestures and the mental knowledge of what to do; direct the right clone to the right spot. He needed more light, a different angle. Direct on; not the side on from the crystals that was making it impossible to follow the lines correctly. The clone furthest from the wall to the rescue; it simple shifted about in the water for a moment until it was positioned perfectly and then held out it's hands; a ball of intensely glowing chakra appearing and seeming to hover in the water where he formed it. The ball would normally be part of a specialized jutsu, Searchlight; however the water combined with the skill of Raijin allowed him to hold the ball as just that; glowing energy that was the perfect light source for this job. The clones now moved to flank the original; both retrieving their copy of Brotherhood from their shoulders and shoving the blade into the transmission seals on both sides of the shorting crystal. This would isolate and insulate the crystal that needed repair; and keep Raijin from killing himself as quickly. Given the clones where made of pure Raiton chakra at their core; they wouldn't be affected by the electricity they were working to redirect and stop.

Now then... along the lines... where was the problem? The seals seemed fine, nothing out of the order, everything was still clear and crisp as coul-... or not. What in the highest fucking hell spawn was that?

A... a spiral seal? The fuck was a 6 line spiral seal doing there. It was supposed to be a 4 corner start overlay with hexagonal foci and an earth binding glyph surrounded by a water seal. This... this was...

FUCKING UZUMAKI.

JUST FUCK THEM ALL.

Some motherfucking Uzumaki had tried to repair the crystal with a generic spiral overlay. This shit didn't even BEGIN to work. Not even close. The seal was ridiculously underpowered; and only a complete moron would put a circular seal anywhere NEAR a even point hexagonal seal; especially with the hyper-specialized overlays that where already there.

Wait.

No.

This... this wasn't even Uzumaki work. The lines where shaky; hesitant. Someone else. Someone studying Uzumaki style seals. Oh. Oooh. Someone was going to be in big fucking trouble.

The crystal was pulled from the wall and held in his left had as his right began to glow brightly; he was going to wipe the crystal clean; drain the overcharge into his own body; and then reseal it properly. And he meant properly. Even though it was pointless to speak underwater; he still did, saying the words in a wash of bubbles, "Tsukino Sealing Style: Erasing Thunderclap Unseal." The crystal would begin to glow pure white, that kind of pure white that begins to take on an ozone-blue color when stared at too long, like a flash of lightning in the darkness. Unless he was doing it wrong, the entire underground lake from surface to floor would be illuminated for several second as he broke the various seals and removed any trace of them; while simultaneously absorbing the entirety of the stored energy into his body.

Holyfuckthatwaspainful.

He had to keep going through; or else the city was going to stay dark for a loooong time, and he was going to drown. He was likely already starting to drown, really; he'd been down for a good 5 minutes already. Weeeeee.

Focus.

Seals... what was the seal order... it had to be exact or else the crystal would shatter and likely kill him in the process. Joy.

Base... the base was the... was the...

What was he doing?

Fuck; he needed air. This was bad. Why hadn't he grabbed a rebreather on the way out?

FOCUS.

Right. 4 point. 4 point; then the foci.

The 4 point was simple enough; a basic square overlay of raiton sealing; any 2 year old Tsukino could sneeze that seal. The foci... what was the base of the foci... it was... earth... with a counter of... fire...?

No no, not fire; that would melt the system.

Wind, wind counter genious. FOCUS.

Foci where placed; now for the overseal. Water... water... water what? Even? Squared? Holyfuckwhatwasit!?

Why was the light dimming? The Searchlight ball was sti-... oh, that was his vision. Fuck. He shook his head hard, working his chest in the classic fake out; forcing the air in his lungs to move back and forth a certain way would pull the carbon diaoxide out of his blood and force more of the stored oxygen from his muscles into his blood stream; helped a tiny bit by pumping some of his wind chakra into his throat to dilute the trapped air some. Right... focus.

Water epilse, crossing the 2nd and 4th foci, with a crosscurrent triangular light seal. That was it. Place it damn it; focus on placing it.

More glowing light; the various layers of the seal where burning into the crystal and slowly; almost too slowly, starting to set. He had to get them set enough to hold the initial blast of current when the swords where rele-...

Oh crap. One clone was gone; and the other was looking downright purple.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

HURRY UP AND SET!

And...

and......

................

Darkness was building back into his vision; he was starting to blackout again. Shitshitshit.

Was that... did he hear the seal set?

Shit, he couldn't see anymore. Fuck, how long... 10 minutes? Shitfuckcrap.

[i]Have to risk it, have to get air...[i]

He could almost smell the ozone of the remaining clone's inner Raiton core now; it was fading fast. He had to be faster; slamming the crystal home hard enough to shake the wall and send him flying through the water as the last clone outright exploded this time; the shockwave enough to knock him out entirely; the second shockwave of the Searchlight seal exploding not helping either.

In that split second; the various seals on his body began to glow; a last second trigger, a failsafe. His clan seal was glowing brightest of all; a second, newer layer of seal activating to save his life.

Reverse summon seal; paired with the one on Amara's body. It would send him to wherever she was; same as her's would send her to him if she was in enough danger. Better there then floating to the bottom of the lake where they would never find his body. Better with her.

Better than...

Better...

......

Jutsu Used:

The darkness... it wasn't making Polog happy, despite the fact that he was keeping still as stone where he was. Amara wasn't quite happy about it either, but she wasn't going to disobey a order, especially not one issued by her father of all people.

But, time was ticking away, indicated by the glow in the dark watch she wore on her left wrist. It wasn't going to work for long, the damn thing had been water logged from her dive with Polog. Everyone was silent around her, listening, waiting, obeying. They wouldn't move unless told. At first the silence was fine, it allowed her to hear her father dive into the water... but so far she hadn't heard the distinct sound of water hitting a hard surface that would indicate her father leaving water.

More time passed... dragging on. Then she could hear drips... was it her father? No, no that was what was coming off her soaked hair, flesh and clothing. The air conditioning in the room had been shut off but that didn't make a difference; she was still shivering. Hands clenched at her sides, and she continued to keep herself still minus a glance at her watch.

Another minute had passed; another minute of her father being beneath that water. She was becoming agitated, twitchy. The smallest things were beginning to agitate her, to annoy the ever living shit out of her. The man nearby with the sniffles? She had a sudden urge to reach out and smack. The other who was clicking his tongue nearby in what seemed to be boredom? Well.. the things she wanted to do to him she was even surprised her own mind was coming up with.

More time passed. Too much time. It had been too long. How long could someone survive under water? She suddenly couldn't remember, what she did she second guessed. No no no. This wasn't normal. Normal people couldn't last this long under water.

She heard a cracking noise next to her and watched as several glow sticks came to life, casting a dim illumination on the room. Apparently, the idea was one that was quickly caught on to, as she could hear more glow sticks cracking to life.

No, she couldn't stand here any longer. Orders or not, she was NOT going to fucking stand by while her father died. But, just as she was about to move he was there, he was there... and unconscious? Fear flooded her but her voice was never more steady, "GET A MEDIC IN HERE, NOW!", her voice cracked like lightning, a command she wasn't going to put up with being disobeyed. Her size didn't matter, her age didn't matter. At this point anyone stupid enough to try and deny her what she demanded was going to be attacked, violently.

Amara knelt by her father while her demand was obeyed; a medic rushing in less than a minute later and kneeling down by her father as well, across from her, already at work checking vitals.

"...Daaad.", the word was drawn out, a plea for him to move, to twitch, to say something. To do anything.

Darkness. What was he doing? He'd been doing... something. Something important. Something... or was it nothing?

Why was the darkness hot? And painful? What the fuck had he been doing? Hangovers didn't feel like that. Hangovers where draggy and head painful. This was... fullbody agony and lung pain and why couldn't he move?

The fuck was going on?

Suddenly, foreign chakra. A medic? It wasn't Genjutsu; his brain still worked. It had to be medical then.

Medical...

Himi?

No. No. Remember... it couldn't be. And it felt wrong; it was cold and scratchy and uneven; not the gentle warmth his body remembered from her.

Why was there a medic healing hi-...

Why couldn't he breathe?

What the fucknut was goin on!?

Aaaaand now he was retching; puking water by the gallon from his lungs and hacking so hard it was a miracle he wasn't spitting blood and bits of lung. Ohgodpain. PAAAAAAAIN.

Everything. Fucking. Hurt.

And that first kiss of sweet, sweet air in his lungs kick started his brain. Right. Overcharge. Bad overcharge. Drowning himself. Fucking hell, he was an idiot sometimes.

"...Daaad."

Amara? OhgodAmarawasherewhichmeantthathe'dreversedsummonedhimselfandohcrapohcrapohcrap.

"Aaaamara...?" Aaaand hacking again. No speaky, no speaky until he could breath right.

The look she had thrown the medic when the medic had begun working on Raijin had been a simple enough message: if you do anything to hurt him I will end your life before you know what's happening to you. Probably not the best thing to do; threatening the one person trying to help, but she was a bit beyond rational thinking at this point. All she cared for was some sign of her father actually being alive. Fuck everything else going on around here at the moment.

And then Raijin was retching and hacking; which in itself would have told her he was alive, and likely going to recover. But, it didn't count. It couldn't count. No, she needed more than that. She needed to hear his voice; then and only then would she allow herself to calm enough not to kill anyone who moved wrong around her. Because she was at that point right now; and apparently everyone around them knew it, because they were still being still as stone even though the danger had passed... then again, it hadn't, she was the danger now, wasn't she?

Then she heard it, her father speaking her name, and the tension left her shoulders. She was still alert, still protective: these were skilled shinobi she didn't know after all, and she was smart enough to know that you didn't trust those you didn't know. But, she wasn't ready to kill them for simple movements now.

As she watched the medic finish their work, which had been thorough but relatively quick, thankfully, she slipped her hand into her fathers. She wasn't going to leave his side until he was on his feet again, and even then it was going to be highly unlikely for a while. She had lost one parent, and now she had nearly lost a second. Yeaaaaaah no, there would be no rational thinking for a little while from Amara on that topic.

Hacking continued for several seconds until he could control the reflex; forcing himself to gulp air by the lungful when he could until his body started to calm down somewhat. He was still in stupid amounts of pain and could barely focus; but he was alive, and unless someone tried to Genjutsu him, he would stay alive for a while longer. Least until he tried another stupid stunt.

" 'm okay... ye' ken relax, dear." Whispered words for her ears only; he wanted her to be calm, that was all. Fuck any reputation; everyone knew he was a softy for his daughter; even if he was still a hardass most of the time.

He coughed up the last of the water in his lungs; shifting to lean against her for a moment while he waited out a flare of pain from the overcharge slowly frying his chakra network. He needed to get outside of the village for a few minutes; or else grab a main line and just discharge it all right then and there.

"You fuckers. You idiotic, half trained, bullshit eating fuckers. Who the fuck; who in the high fucking hell let a moron on the dive team? A spiral seal; a SIX LINE SPIRAL SEAL. Who's the fucker? Who is the moron that thought that would fly? Better speak now; or else yer gunna get it worse from yer Kage when i'm done reaming him a new one."

Yanno what? Fuck it; the seal was repaired; the danger was over. Let them deal with their own problems. "Nevermind. I juss' cannot be bothered ta' care. Reset the fuckin' systems; my fucking vacation is already screwed; might as well get ta Hana for the BS before that Inuzuka screws the pooch again."

He was trying to stand now; wobbly and obviously stiff from pain. He'd let the warp system drain the extra charge; it could easily now. They'd come out on the other side fine. "Common Amara, we're gone. I'll bitch at the Kage later. Dun' feel like it right now." He was motioning for her to go ahead of him; his warp would take a bit longer because of the overcharge, and it was safer to split up because of that. Better she go ahead and not risk her being injured.

She blinked at her father's sudden rage towards the idiot who had obviously caused things to break, and then again at the sudden lack of the rage. She would have giggled if she hadn't still been worried about her dad. But, seeing as he was getting to his feet, she figured he would be alright.

She gave a nod to her father's words, and Polog appeared, obviously having heard that it was time to go too. He had already shaken most of the excess water off of his fur; and all over the nearby people, so he wasn't still dripping like Amara was. Not that she minded of course, she'd likely dry soon enough.

So, with Polog following her she walked to the warp room, rather glad to be on the way again: that had been more than enough excitement for one day, at least of the super dangerous variety. Moments later the two stepped into oblivion, off to Hana~

-Exit-

He gave her an extra few seconds before following; making sure she was good and clear of the system before risking his own transport. Sure; he was going to be a full minute in transit because of the extra energy he was packing; but whatever. He'd make it safe enough.

"Ya fuckers need to get yer shit together; 'fore ya'll end up breathin' sand."

And then he was standing on the tiles and vanishing from sight; held in transit the full minute he'd guesses while the system absorbed and redirected all the energy he'd taken from the crystal before appearing good as new in Hana.

-Exit-