IC: Delta - Ninjyu's Stand
Delta picked up one of the picks, holding it in one hand and adjusting the telescopic apparatus on her mask with the other. She examined the tool quickly and efficiently, not wanting to waste anymore of her - or the seller's - time than required.
After a moment or two, the Onu-Matoran looked back at the Po-Matoran, the same deadpan expression resting on her face, "Ain't gonna be as enduring as standard proto, but I've gotta hand it to ya; given your medium, the overall structure and framing of the pick is pretty remarkable."
With an inquisitive glare at the seller, she asked, "You made these yourself?"
~{A Few Tunnel Systems Away...}~
IC: Lux - Tunnel
Lux wished he could say that the stuff his friend was spitting up didn't disgust him, but he had been brought up not to lie, so he couldn't. But, hey, Readra was alive after being buried for Mata Nui-knows how long; why complain?
Kneeling down over the Vortixx, the Po-Matoran began trying to wipe away the blood on Servio's face as gently as possible, though because it had had so much time to dry, he ended up mostly having to peel it off instead.
"Are there any of your, erm, limbs that you can move?" he asked tentatively, not really certain how to phrase such a question.
-Void