a continuous thrum [o, joining]

[SOJOURN]

If he had to be honest with himself he hated that bell. The incessant ringing that they had to attend to when someone came along and rang it. He also hated the sight and smell of that rotting corpse head of that former Kingpin. Stryker if he remembered correctly. What was the point of having it up there? It was disgusting, it was sludging down the gate and bring with it the smell of rot and hoards of flies. They would do well with getting rid of it and it was something he would bring up to Morrison soon. Besides whatever point that was made happened over two years ago so there was no reason to keep it. It was like mostly showing bone...maybe. Regardless the water clad being would make his way to the gate, white gaze passive as he looked at the one that had run the bell. For a moment he didn't speak and then he finally let out a huff.

Water churred and shifted across his body as he thought through his words carefully. "Alright, I'm assuming you know where you are. The Typhoon. So what do you need here?" The usual, the norm. Asking strangers for their purpose here and then moving on. Still he was curious to some degree on what this creature could want. Though the most obvious answer may be to join and take up some space here. Hopefully to be useful.