For Luckless

Cayden studies the pearl, then taps it gently. The metallic layer pops, revealing a gooey, pearly white substance. (bad at explaining, think of a marshmallow that's been burnt and you take the burnt off and are left with heavenly goodness) He nods, and scoops some for himself. "Very good. Tastes like strawbees."

(also two questions: how big is Vē'Êtherñøth and how do you pronounce that? [i stuck it in google translate and made it read it, is that kind of accurate for how you'd pronounce it?])

(damn that's short)
(i have yet to decide what cayden's appearing as, but his megalodon form is roughly 65 feet long.)
(^ [lmao he inspired kelpie myths])

"Fire?" Cayden blinks. "No fire. We have glowy fish and underwater toasters! No fire needed." He licks his fingers off, then grabs as much of the pearl as he can fit in his hands and starts on that.

(he is huge. it wouldn't be fair for him to be smaller than a humpback whale if he's a megalodon.)
(kelpie… scottish horse shapeshifters. basically they appear in any form they choose, and usually choose to use it for tricking people. selkies can only change from seal to human, whilst kelpies a) are usually tricksters b) can appear in any form they want and c) their true form is huge and hideous and lurks behind the "fake" form)

"Hm," Cayden studies it for a second, then shrugs and goes back to eating. "Why do you need fire?"

"Oh," Cayden says. "Like the toaster?" He points to the toaster, which manages to look very proud and very out of place, being plugged into a 13th-century war galley.

"Toaster can fry, too," Cayden says. "Can you fry things?"

"Oil is bad," Cayden notes. He grabs a floating siphonophore from its chain and tosses it from hand t hand, bored.

"And teh rest of the ocean," Cayden points out. "Unless it's for fries."

"An oil ocean with fries. Fries are good." Cayden spins the siphonophore on his finger like a basketball.

Cayden reaches through the rotting boards of the galley and pulls out a bunch of sea urchins, stacking them and playing what appears to be solitary Jenga.

"Playing enga against Akai," Cayden says, nodding at the siphonophore, who bobs in response. "He's very bad at it."

"Sure," Cayden shrugs. "You can take over for Akai." The siphonophore, glad of an excuse, bobs away from the game to rejoin its chain. "Do you know how to talk to them?" he asks Vē'Êtherñøth, pointing to the sea urchins. "It makes the game easier."

Cayden looks at the sea urchins, then bends over and says something to one, in a language that sounds like velcro being pulled. He pulls it out gently, then lets go and watches it climb hurriedly to the top.

(bump-bada-bump-bump. boop-boop)

Cayden coaxes out another urchin and places it on top of the tower. After doing so, he reaches in his sleeve and pulls out a slippery layer of algae, laying it on top of the completed row. "To make it slipperier and harder," he explains.

Cayden reaches for an urchin, stops, converses with it quickly, and yanks out the urchin beside it. He drops it on top of the others somewhat carelessly and does a couple backflips from a safe distance while he waits.