Bloody Encounters [Abzerute]

Helix felt the cold touch of the arcosian's frosty mind the minute he entered, and the puffball seemed to almost scoff. He criticized Helix's use of ki to initiate telepathic communication, and said something Helix didn't quite understand. "You mean that your kind is versed well in telepathy?" Helix tilted his head to the side and scratched behind his head, furrowing his brows. He wasn't quite sure when the arcosians had acquired the mystic ability and contemplated it to himself softly for a moment.

"Well, it's not initiated using Ki, that's one aspect," Helix replied thoughtfully, "It's a mystic ability of the dragon caste," The prophet explained telepathically, before stopping. "Oh! you mean the glow," the namekian laughed out loud, and then replied in telepathy. "That was because I formed a more substantial link between us telepathically. Casual tasks and communications are much simpler!"

As if to demonstrate, a flock of skeleton birds nearby was suddenly disturbed by Helix's presence in their psyches, causing them to caw up into the air in confusion before settling back down on a weathered stone tree. "With the link i've established, we'll be able to talk at any time," the namekian didn't see anything strange about this, especially if he was going to be helping this stranger frequently. "You can simply summon me into your thoughts at any time."

As Helix explained the theory of reverse engineering an essence into different states of matter, something seemed to click in the scientific arcosian's brain. But he soon frowned and debated the theory, arguing that the complexity of a complex creature was far greater than that of an Assija bush, and that there was no 'physical' essence of the arcosian which the prophet could rewind into existence. Helix put his hand in his chin and thought for a moment.

"Well," began the prophet psychic, "Your current soul is more than enough of your essence to reconstruct your body's nuance," Helix stated softly, not really phased by the arcosian's pessimism. "But you're right, to perform a reconstruction like this, I would need a more substantial physical base. A material with…" The prophet would drift off in thought, contemplating different bases that could be transmogrified into living beings, "A material with some inherent magical quality, and yet tough and malleable."

Beginning to pace thoughtfully, the elder was just about stumped. There had to be a viable material in Hell though… Somewhere. Pausing in his step, Helix looked up curiously at the puffball, wondering if the tiny soul had any ideas.

Helix nodded intently at the puffball's newly formed plan. It appeared that the arcosian was still trying to explore any possible prospects for obtaining a body, but Helix was beginning to form an inkling of an idea for a materialization base already. There were a few trees, heavily guard by ogres…

Nodding, the prophet agreed with his comrade, shifting out of telepathy into regular conversation. "Now that the link has been established," Helix stated matter of factly, "You'll simply need to think me into your consciousness, and then we can communicate remotely." The namekian nodded as the conversation finished, and the soul began to depart, sweeping back and forth.

"You're an interesting soul, Emperor," Helix grinned, almost accidentally almost extending a handshake, "I think we'll work well together." An air of methodical logic followed the soul as he left, pacing as if he was poised for analysis. Helix couldn't help but smile. Sure, the arcosian Emperor seemed a bit abrasive, but he had a spark inside that the prophet was completely endeared with.

Helix brushed his hands off on each other a few times before clapping them together and immediately making his own exit. The prophet nodded at the back of the puffball's head and teleported away instantaneously in a blur of wind. He was going to seek out those trees.