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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voidrazor" data-source="post: 3069898" data-attributes="member: 41605">Oobobooboo had no idea what a Khora Aisa was. But many of the humanoid's intricate vibrations were unrecognizable to the ooze. Neither the concept of destiny nor the realization that there was more than one language had never dawned on the amorphous being. It had lost the gist of the conversation and was 'watching' Vaukriel's wings when Nissa broke the bottle on the featureless bow."Ooh!", Oob burps in wonder as a figure forms on the island ship's prow. The bizzarely reflective surface of the ooze's armor emerges from its pink body. The suit crumples onto the terra cotta deck, from the open visor of the chaos armor's helmet a warped conch shell protrudes like a malformed face. Leaving the strange artifact behind, Oobobooboo rushes forward lithely to feel the just formed figurehead. Before horror can settle on any of the crew's faces, it becomes apparent that the ooze's touch doesn't seem to be causing any damage. As the ship's destination is discussed, Oob investigates the golden star and butterfly in the figure's hand with a thin pseodopod.</blockquote>