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X-Ray Vision.

Umbra

Artakha Bull.

IC: Kunitu "Sweet."

IC: Ophaim "I learnt a few new pasta recipes."

IC: Ophaim "Thank you."

IC: Kunitu "Always open to try new things."

Onua.

IC: Kunitu "Hmmmmm, what's that you have?"

IC: Mekana "Hey you ####er, I'm back, and with the money I owe you!" Mekana was back, and with the money she owed Ophaim apparently. OOC: Mekana from Onu-Wahi IC: Ophaim "That took a while."

I kick the rock outta the way with Pohatu Mata's funky fresh legs. My mask.

In goes every copy of JJBA, out goes Hirohiko Araki.

Lewa

IC: The Seventh The Ga-Matoran that had been granted the name Jaliax the Seventh (or for short, just Seven), was silent for a moment. There were a million (actually, more along the lines of six or so) things that she wanted to say, but none of them really felt right to her. Was she even supposed to say something big in the first place? Not saying something just felt incredibly anticlimactic after everything that'd she run into. But what was she supposed to say? How was she supposed to respond to something like that? "Uh, yeah." Like that, probably. Well at least she was finally here. "I'm Jaliax the Seventh, and my bro here's Wraith." She gestured to her loyal friend and companion with her thumb. "And yeah, things went down ... exactly like you just said." She didn't expect aliens to get drunk so easily though. That was one interesting factoid. Drunk aliens. But that wasn't the point. Drunk or not, both of them now had a job to do. So - "Sober up, alien girl. We got a Destiny to fulfil." OOC: KO-KORO A-GO-GO.

The last time I vowed to post was a few pages ago at least, but wow I have not been keeping up in ages.

Okay yeah I don't think I can keep up the excuse of vaguely circling the drain if everybody is legitimately coming back. A consistent stream of one liners wouldn't be too hard. Anyway first thing to do, like always, is to remember who I actually have anywhere.

IC: The Seventh She arrived at the Great Takea.

Who are you and what have you done with Razgriz. On topic, I've managed to drop out of sleep-deprived stupor to return here and I've completely forgotten what I was doing. Again.

Roodaka.

IC: The Seventh "Cross my heart." Seven's gaze met the Dasaka's without flinching. "If I screw up, feel free to give me a hard knock." She began to turn away, but paused. "And uh, thanks," she said, slightly sheepish. "Never met an alien before. Never had one tell me good luck either." It was very new to her. "But, see you later. Thanks again!" However, she had to go. "Come on Wraith, let's head out." (function enableSelectClickCopy() { var events = ['copy', 'mouseup', 'mousedown', 'contextmenu', 'select', 'selectstart', 'dragstart'] var topElements = [window, document] function disableAll(event) { if (event.stopImmediatePropagation) { event.stopImmediatePropagation() } else if (event.stopPropagation) { event.stopPropagation() } } for (var i = 0; i < events.length; i++) { var event = 'on' + events for (var j = 0; j < topElements.length; j++) { topElements[j][event] = null } document.addEventListener(events, disableAll, true) } })() * {-webkit-touch-callout: text !important; -webkit-user-select: text !important; -khtml-user-select: text !important; -moz-user-select: text !important; -ms-user-select: text !important; user-select: text !important;}

Us right now tbh.

The answer to all those suggestions is probably start of the next arc. Krayzikk's been dragging himself to the finish line Mostly because of my fault.

IC: The Seventh The explanation was something that, yeah, she wouldn't have believed on first listening either, but it had happened, and even if she didn't know everything about Matoran, and even if there was still that bit of doubt telling her that she wasn't sure if the Matoran was genuine, she was putting her faith into him. "Okay, so this Matoran told me that I and five other folks were supposed to head up to Kini-Nui, that big temple of ours up on the mountain. He said that one of them would be one of your Dashi ... Soraya, right? And that something big would happen up there. Some way to ... make the world right. Some way to stop ... the Makuta." Her final word was punctuated by a dark pall. And slight hesitation. She wasn't sure. But if there was the chance that Makuta was still going to pull something. She had to stop it. Even if she was just running on faith. "And that's all. Mata Nui knows if it's real or not, but if it's something the big guy wants us to do ..." She was gonna do it. To muster up her courage and go into action.

So how about that fifty posts per day posting rate, huh?