Cole sighed and tried to ignore the throbbing from his wounds. “When I ran away from dance school, before I met you, Sensei, I hid out in the mountains and met some other people, and we traveled together for a few weeks. Two of them were Liana and Philip; siblings. I made friends with them, but we finally split up, and eventually you found me.” He glared down at the deck, hating that even though he had tried so hard to keep it a secret for so long, he now found himself giving up that last bit of privacy to his personal life.
“Jay caught me at Philip’s grave. . . At the memorial for those who were smashed during the Anacondrai-cultist rebellion. I—I didn’t tell him about Philip’s sister, and I asked him to keep the thing about me visiting the cemetery a secret.” ******* She waved him off. “It’s OK. I get it.” She said quietly. Cole felt that the two of them silently agreed to keep the part about the two of them meeting at the gym every other night a secret; it didn’t really matter, anyway.
1. This, combined with season 8, makes me think that every disaster the ninja ever faced had their consequences. 2. Good idea...
1. Hm, you're right. . . Funny, that even heroic deeds can relate to tragic consequences in Ninjago.
2. As if the conversation at hand wasn't awkward enough.
*** “Maybe the cat-things got him.” Jay said with wide eyes. There was a moment of dark silence before Wu said. “If he has fallen off the Bounty, he can probably return to us on his elemental dragon. In the meantime, I suggest we find a safe place to land. Somewhere where those creatures won’t find us.” “Do you suppose they’re still after us?” Zane asked.
“There is no way to tell.” Wu replied. “We have no idea what they want from us, and we wouldn’t know if they got it or not. Nya,” He turned to her and ordered. “Take us to your hideout. That should be a safe place for us.” “Aye-aye, Sensei.” She nodded and hopped up the companionway to the helm. Jay glanced at Liana and asked. “What about her? What should we do?” “I’m right here, you know.” Liana snapped. “I may be blind, but I’m not deaf!” “Blind?” Nya stopped and turned around to see. Liana twisted in her direction and lifted her face coolly. The faint light from the helm shone on the scars slashed over her milky eyes, making them glow eerily. Nya gasped softly and stepped back, looking uncomfortable. “Ah! Oh. I, uh—Wow. The way you were fighting those cats, I thought you were—Sorry, I didn’t notice that you were. . .” Her voice trailed off awkwardly. She stood there staring for a moment, then turned away uneasily and walked to the helm. Liana’s face was unreadable, but she seemed to be taking the reactions to her disfiguration with a cold indifference, though an emotion like hurt flashed through her eyes. While Jay kept staring at the scars in surprise, Wu and Zane merely raised their eyebrows in mild interest. Cole watched Liana silently; not with pity, but not with indifference, either. Zane spoke up to break the frosty silence. “In answer to your question, Jay, I believe we will take Liana back to the Lullaby Hotel and to her relatives; they’re probably worried sick about her.” Wu cleared his throat. “That may not be the best decision.” Everyone looked at him. “Why not?” Jay asked. “We don’t know if those creatures are still in the city or not.” Wu explained. “I don’t believe they will attack the citizens, but they seem to have it in for us and anyone connected. Did any of them see Liana with you?” He asked.
Jay answered. “Uh, ‘seeing her’ is an understatement. They chased after all of us like we were tasty mice, and she whacked a bunch of their heads with those nunchucks like nobody’s business—! Which, by the way—” At this he turned to Liana with a grin. “—I thought was very cool, and I, being a master of nunchaku myself, approve.” For the first time, Liana cracked a small smile. “Glad to know I was able to impress the nunchuck expert. I’ve been using them since I was eight years old.” “Really?” Jay looked impressed. “I only started using them when I was—” “Ah-hem.” Wu gave Jay a stern look. “As you were saying. . . ?” Jay gave him a blank look, then blinked. “Ohh, right, right. Yeah, they totally saw her, and they’d probably recognize her if they saw her again. Why?” “ ‘Why?’ Because if they remember her as an ally of their enemy, her life could be in danger. If we let her go back to her family, they could capture her and try to use her to get what they want.” He responded sharply. Liana stared in Wu’s direction in dismay. “So then. . . I can’t go back to my relatives?” “I’m afraid not.” He replied gently. “They seem to have spies everywhere, which may be how they found us so quickly, and I can’t think of a better way to keep you safe than for you to stay with us until this trouble is sorted out.” Liana opened her mouth as if to protest, then closed it. She frowned and lowered her unseeing gaze, twisting her mouth in thought. After a moment of silence, her shoulders slumped and she sighed. “Yeah. . . OK. That sounds good.” Wu gave her a look of sympathy. “Thank you. I know it’ll be hard, but this may be the best option.” She shrugged, looking as if she wanted to drop the subject.
They probably did and I just didn’t notice. I’m tempted to go reread, but I’m to lazy.
So lazy. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
Lazy? LAZY? You are talking to a girl who has to get up at 8:30, compared to 9 or 10, maybe 11, on a Saturday to go to play practice for 7 hours of my day (10-4), and I will be trying to dance during the whole time. (I really stink at dancing. I'm tempted to ask if I can some one-on-one time with our instructor at some point. )
Lazy? LAZY? You are talking to a girl who has to get up at 8:30, compared to 9 or 10, maybe 11, on a Saturday to go to play practice for 7 hours of my day (10-4), and I will be trying to dance during the whole time. (I really stink at dancing. I'm tempted to ask if I can some one-on-one time with our instructor at some point. )
So you still think I'm lazy?
No. Not at all. Now I'm ashamed of myself. Forgive me, She-Who-Is-Not-Lazy. I grovel at your non-lazy feet. but you're the one who called yourself lazy in the first place