Bzprpg - Ko-Wahi

[Axilus Prime]

IC: "Er, well, how about you get that lawyer now?"

[25K Now!]

IC: [Treize]"Well it'd involve me having to send a message to Ga-Koro. But meh, let's just report this guy to the authorities. If we sued him, he'd end up losing all his money and becoming a hobo. I work thoroughly."

[Vezok's Friend]

OOC: Indeed I made this particular inn up. So, Ambages wishes to meet the owner. That can be arranged. Btw, Shadow Guardian, the place is not as shoddy as you describe it. For all intent and purposes, it is rather classy...for Mata-Nui standards. Anyway, my apologies for bunnying Dez there for a moment.IC:As Dez returned from serving the Vortixx that had just entered the establishment, he was met by the eyes of another Matoran. They were of an icy blue, cold and stern, unwaivering in their assessment of his employee. His lips, on the contrary, were upcurved in the slightest hint of a smile, betraying his cold glare with the warmth of approval. "It appears you are beginning to get accustomed to the requirements of satisfactory customer service, my good Dez. Now, if you would be so kind and fetch me two glasses and the bottle of the single-malt, I will tend to our new guests in the meantime."Dez nodded and quickly disappeared, to do what Rhanus bade him to. And while his employee went about his task, Rhanus remained, peering into the dimness of the room, observing his patrons. Or rather, just one of them. His eyes came to rest on Ambages. It was a name unknown to most on the Island, despite the influence of its bearer. Rhanus himself only knew it due to a simple fact: They had met each other before.He had spotted the De-Matoran right away. With the storm outside, that was not surprising, as each opening of the front-room door turned heads.Rhanus maintained his cold outside expression, but inside, he was not sure wether or not Ambages was a welcome sight. He had expressed a rather...disconcerting...interest in his business, a business which Rhanus was very proud of. He had turned the place from a mere bar into a rather succesful homely establishment. He would find out if that was what had brought the other here soon enough. Besides, courtesy demanded that a new guest be welcomed to the establishment. And courtesy was paramount to Rhanus.With a neutral smile that now betrayed very little of his thoughts, the owner of the inn flipped a portion of the polished counter open and slipped out from behind the bar.He made his way to Amabges' table in a controlled manner, not too slow as to appear deliberately keeping him waiting, but not rushing to meet him either, as to not appear attempting to curry favour with him.Once he had reached the table, he bowed his head slightly as he said: "Welcome, Mr. Amabages. I see you have decided to honour my humble establishment with your presence once more."Rhanus smiled as he slipped elegantly into the chair opposite of Ambages. Courtesy first. Always.As if on cue, Dez appeared behind the Ko-Matoran. He wordlessly served two glasses and the bottle of whiskey from a tablet he carried. Rhanus nodded approvingly. "Thank you Dez. If you would be so kind and take over for me at the bar for a while. I am sure Mr. Amabages wishes to discuss a few topics of interest with me." Dez nodded again and went back to the counter.Rhanus turned his attention back to Amabages. "Now then..." he began, as he placed the two glasses in front of him and opened the bottle of whiskey. He filled each with two fingers of the liquid, before pushing the one he had filled first within arms reach of his opposite. "...If I may be so bold; I assume you are not here to merely enjoy the comfort and drink I offer. What is it then, that brings you to me today?"--------------------------------In another part of the room, Kohra had just finished her drink, when her eyes caught the other Vortixx that had entered a few minutes prior. A male of her kind it appeared. That alone intrigued her, though she didn't let her composure betray any sort of interest. She knew she was not the only Vortixx present on the Island, but she had not encountered any of her own species in her travels yet. Especially not a male that carried himself with such...confidence. She decided a closer look would be in order. And she had the perfect excuse. Casually, she rose from her seat and sashayed across the room, until she was at the bar, in plain sight of the Marquis of Paikish. With her fakest smile she ordered another Martini, before sitting down on one of the barstools, legs crossed and casually leaning back, supporting herself on the counter with her elbow, waiting for the waiter to return. And to observe Paikish.

Edited April 11, 2012 by Vezok's Friend

[Axilus Prime]

IC: "Oh, ok." Toranmat brought a guard over.OOC: Last post for the night.

[Let's Henshin!]

IC: SoranI smiled as my feet touched lightly on snow. I had no particular dislike for ice, unlike many of my peers, but I didn't have much love for it either. Much like I was what many things. As for the infamous cold Ko-Wahi was so infamously known for, well let's just say being a Toa of Fire has it's advantages, especially when you can heat your own body. This little nuances of my power made things so much easier.Speaking of being a Toa of Fire, that was the whole reason I was able to make it here. The stupidity of some Matoran never seemed to amaze. Oh yeah, Jaller also needed to find one more replacement Matoran. I kinda of had to kill one of the guards, still he was a combatant and I give him a fair shot. It just wasn't enough. Long story short I took the Guard's badge, hid his dead body, and made my way to the Cable-Car. Under normal circumstances, only Guard, or those trusted by the Guard could use the Car. These were normal circumstances, I merely modified the definition of Guard. It's amazing what a little fireworks and a stolen badge can do to convince someone that you are on their side. Then again, there was nothing that would convince them otherwise, so I suppose I couldn't quite blame them.Now I was no fool, I hadn't come to this frozen Wahi without a purpose in mind. I actually had plan, and it was simple. I was here to find Ambages, now why here, you may ask. It's really quite simple Logic. Hiemalis was a Toa of Ice, who had been trapped in Ta-Koro for a long time. He no doubt wanted to go home for a least a little bit, it was only natural. Following that logic, he was the Lord of Winter, where else would he live other than Ko. How does that lead to Ambages? Well, Ambages cleaned up after the Icy being. Thus wherever Hiemalis went, it would make sense for Ambages to follow. So here I was, Ko-Wahi, where I hoped to find Ambages, and intended to start where any smart man started, at a bar, the number of patrons made it easy to track people down. Even people as elusive as Ambages.Of course while I was here, I wasn't going to settle for second rate stuff, I intended to start at one of the best bars in the Koro. A little establishment run by one Rhanus. He grinned as he step foot in the Inn, time to see just who was here. Upon entering three people caught his eyes, and quickly analyzed them. The first was the Top Hat wearing Vortixx. From the looks of things he appeared to be quite the gentleman. That please me, far to few people were gentlemen these days. The second was a female Vortixx who was at the counter, she seemed to be subtly throwing herself at the Gentlemen, what was it women these days. Of course that did not mean I wasn't careful, she was obviously dangerous and plotting something, then again what women wasn't these days. Finally the third, and most important, was Ambages. Unfortunately the Matoran appeared to be in a meeting, with who I did not know, but I preferred not to interrupt. Instead I approached the Gentlemen and bowed. "Hello there, mind if I buy you your next drink, there are far too few men like your cultured self. Honor seems to hold no grounds these days. I intend to see that you leave this place satisfied. My name is Soran Lasmovene, what is yours?" I asked the gentlemen, who unbeknownst to me was Marquise Van Paikish. Things were about to get very interesting.

[EmperorWhenua]

Ic: If Ambages noticed Soran's entrance he did not show it and instead dedicated his delicate business finesse on Rhanus. "Hello, Rhanus, I hope all is going well with you," Ambages said. Rhanus started to say something, but Ambages only paused for effect, not to allow him to speak. The result was a mixed bag of both people interrupting each other with short syllables over and over, each unwilling to steamroll over the other. It was a trick, a scam, an tactic of Ambages to discreetly undermine the basic principles of politics. By doing so, he made the owner uncomfortable to do business in his own establishment, additionally discrediting the fundamentals of conversation ethics. That was step one.The two finally stopped their quarrel of half-words, and Ambages took the opportunity to speak up once again. "Rhanus, I'm certainly not here on account of the piling snows. After all, I could just as easily continued to trudge through the snow to my house instead of turning here, and yet here I am, taking a small inconvenience to discuss things with you. I came to speak with you, actually, and I am pleased that you detected that as effortlessly as a bat detects a morsel." Step two involved fluff that elevated the character of both people involved. Figuratively speaking, now not only had the ethical floor been taken away from the two men, but now they were on pedestals. Whatever was discussed was to be solely between the two minds at play here."You know me well enough to know that I appreciate the finer things in life, but what's more is that I want other people to share the convenience I afford. It has been a long time since Ko-Koro was a tourist town, and I daresay it never truly was in the first place, but I want to change this trend. I'll be honest: I like this place. I have nothing against it in the slightest. But what I do think is that it is... rudimentary. It doesn't have to settle for the norm of a hole in the ice wall with a sign out front, tables inside and a few rooms to house passing pilgrims. Can you imagine the things that would happen if this was an ice palace? Casino tables spewing cards in gambling corners, a fine harpsichordist at the side, a lava fireplace in the center surrounded by a crystal spirits bar that caters with only the finest wines? Rooms decked out with fur beds and golden tapestries? All this would change the entire outlook of this Koro. No longer would it be a secluded humourless monastery who's only visitors are the hopeless and the hopeful, but rather an escapist's wonderland filled with fun and possibilities!" Step three was simple: Broadcast the idea, sugarcoat it as much as possible, make it grand and palatable.Finally, four: Make your pedestal higher, flex your muscles. "The issue that I know, though, is financial. None of that is possible for you, I am aware, but it would be very easy for me. But that's where I want in. It may have been my idea, but I want you to share my vision with me. I'm willing to invest in that idea and make it a reality. You and I, together, to kindle the flame of life in Ko-Koro. What do you say?"

[Vezok's Friend]

IC:Rhanus smiled, silently. Not so much at what Ambages was saying, though; it was what he was not saying the Ko-Matoran found amusing. He had to give the other credit, his grasp on the nature of nagotiation and smooth-talking somebody into an idea was remarkeable. Even so, the owner of the inn was impressed and, despite his best efforts to take everything Amabages was telling him with a grain of salt, intrigued by the idea as well.He had thought about such plans before as well. To transform an inn into a hotel...no, no, a resort! A holiday-resort, of the highest quality and standards. Or even more, a palace, carved in ice! Even Kopaka would admire the beauty, akin to crystal. Suites the likes of which did not yet exist on the Island. And the service, yes, the service would be the most respectable and luxurious of them all. They would come from the far side of the island just to spend a single night. Even the Ta-Koronans would not be able to resist...it would be glorious.In a perfect world, that is. Ambages was painting an image before his very eyes, shiny, awe-inspiring, something he had only thought possible in imagination, prior to the offer. Yet he was not a man of daydreams, but reason. Rhanus smiled again. "I say you are quite the businessman, Mr. Ambages." he finally replied. "You took an aspect of Ko-Koro that is perceived as unfortunate by the general populace and turned it into an opportunity. You would take our isolation and the hardship of traveling here and make them desirable things. An exclusive resort, located atop the highest mountains, away from the trouble of day-to-day life. I must admit, I am intrigued by the offer."He leaned back in the leather-chair, taking a sip from his whiskey, prolonging the exchange by some seconds of silence, leaving Ambages with something said, yet withholding a definite answer."I wonder..." Rhanus mused, "Suppose we would indeed bring this vision into reality, what assurance do you have that it will work?" He was looking into the eyes of the other Matoran. But Ambages was ultimately unreadable. He could not discern any motive from the others expression. His intentions were his to know alone, however noble they seemed. He continued to speak, before the pause got too long."I do not doubt your resourcefulness in this matter. Indeed you are a man of wealth and taste and financing a project such as this is rather easy for somebody in your position. But let us entertain this thought for a moment: Would the people of the Island even care for such a resort? You painted the image of a paradise, where no harm would befall any that stayed. But outside of these walls, life is grim. It is hard to even get safe passage from one Koro to another, thanks to the Makuta. And now even our elders are in danger. The dark one is increasing his efforts while we discuss a business-proposition so large, that one can't help but wonder if it should even be considered during such times."He glanced across the room. The patrons were continuing their private conversations, each table discussing a toopic of its own. Rhanus knew why the came here. The comfort and courtesy were obvious. Courtesy came first, always. Exclusiveness came second. His inn offered an athmosphere that none of the other Koro had.But beneath it all, beneath the quality food and drink, they came here because they could find some shelter from the storm here. Not just the snow. It was the only reason the inn was as full as it was right now. More importantly though, they could find that shelter without the denial another venue would require. In here, the outside world still existed, its problems were topic of conversation. The did not pretend the threats were far away. They were just outside the door. But as long as they were here, they could deal with it all from a safe distance."Would we offer the Matoran escape? A place to forget about their troubles? Or would we be labeled decadent, pretending all is well, when in reality it is now? I know you will have an answer ready, but if you would be so kind and humour me."-------------------------Kohra in the meantime, was listening carefully to what the newcomer was speaking with the other Vortiss about. At the same time she was pretending to merely wait for her drink. According to the introduction, the Toa of fire was named Soran. It was a lucky serendipity that he had arrived. It saved her the trouble of having to do all the talking herself, to find out who the fine gentleman was and what his motivations might be. All she had to do was listen...

[Friar Tuck]

OOC: geez louise, you make ONE post post with an evil character and suddenly everyone and their grandma is up in arms to meet you. I tell ya some people...*cracks knuckes* my turn ICWhere was that tea? And as fates would have it they wouldn't serve biscuts either. No sooner had the though crossed my mind when something grabbed my attention. An interesting Po-Matoran opened the small door from the lobby to kitchen, carrying a plate of of what looked like a plate of delightful biscuits and a pristine white cup of hot tea. He was juggling the two deftly, doing what very much looked like to be an amusing circus act as he attempted not to spill a drop of tea while balancing the biscuits upon the plate. He seemed to falter twenty feet from chair, desperation crossing his face. Finally he made it over, somehow managing to balance the scones on his knee, gently shoving the tea into my now open hand."There's your tea, sir, and," he said politely, balancing the biscuit plate my chair's oversized armrest, "reccomended for your pleasure." "Jolly good show ol' chap." I said, dipping a claw intot he warm beverage, an amused smile on my face over the performance. This compliment, however, was lost to him as he scurried away, apparently being given new orders my the master of the establishment. I gave a slight sigh, for the first time looking down at my food.Bloody amateur. Burnt the biscuts! There were as black as my armor, and by sound they made when I tapped them, just as hard. The tea, however, was simply delightful: it had an orange and honey flavor, and the waiter had just enough sense to include a cinnamon stick, daft as he was. I twirled the stick slowly, allowing the rich aroma to fill my nostrils, the brown spice to dissolve within the drink. I took another sip before setting the cup down, reachinf into my coat and pulling out a book.Yes, book. Soft, rich maroon cover, brown bindings with gold trim, real leaf pages, a rare sight on this island, the preferred method of stored knowledge either through lavish fireside tales or archaic chisled-stone tablets. Bloody savages. I opened it to an clean page, pulling out my quill as I did so. The quill was unique as the book, having plucked it from a rare bird myself. Sitting there in that inn I began to muse over my recent eventures, recounting and recording them as such. Writing was such a calming exersice, gave me time to think, to ponder, to review. This book was possibly the second-most precious thing I owned, after the armor; it was my diary, notebook, scientific recording pad, doodle page... plus it had a secret: it never ran out of pages. Something of my own design-I paused my musings, the quill ceasing its movement as I looked up slightly. Somewhere in the back of my head I heard trumpet music... the slow, sultry kind of music that accompanied the movements of a person of the feminine gender during a motion picture movie. With hesitation I raised my eyes the rest of the way, not moving a single other muscle in the process, seeing what I feared.Across the room sat none other than another Vortixx... of the wrong gender. And blast it all, she saw me. Casually rising from her seat she sashayed across the room until she was at the bar, at all times staying in plain sight of my field of vision. Raising a finger she ordered another Martini before sitting down on one of the barstools, crossing her legs almost seductively and casually leaning back, supporting herself on the counter with her elbow, waiting patiently for the waiter to return. The entire time her eyes did not leave me, content to observe me, a fake smile dancing across her face, looking very much like a preadator having spotted her prey. Dash it all, why couldn't the bloody females leave us alone?"Hello there, mind if I buy you your next drink, there are far too few men like your cultured self. Honor seems to hold no grounds these days. I intend to see that you leave this place satisfied. My name is Soran Lasmovene, what is yours?"Blimey, who was this? Yet another caller? As he spoke he bowed, showing that he had a drop of possible noble respect in his blood. He was a toa, and from his color scheme he appeared to be that of stone or some other earthen power, but the heat that radiated from his body suggest otherwise. I wasn't in the mood for visitations, but he might prove a valuable distraction from the vulture staring me down... or was pretending not to, still "waiting" for her drink. With a hand I motioned him to sit, and as he did so I gave a long look at my... admirer, before returning my attention to the matter at hand. Thankfully he didn't seem to notice what I had done."Marquise van Paikish, for the sake of introduction; I would preferred to be called 'Lord Paikish' however, if you please. If you do plan on being a solid chap and bying the next round, my request would be something preferrably full, red, dry, and warms the throat all the way down. Pleased to make your aqauintence."As I spoke my accent came out, something I had picked up on my travels. By the end of my indroduction I had resumed my writing, giving an air of disinterest to the world around me. "Excuse my musings, I am in the middle of something... "

[25K Now!]

[iC: Rannin]"Bruntoa. I require your help to lift this sword up."

[The Lorax]

IC: Matakite"Unfortunately, I know of little in the form of entertainment," Matakite replied. "we people of ice spend much of our time silently comtemplating the will of Mata Nui. Still, there seem to be many others beyond just Ko-Koronans in the village now. It is possible they may have brought with them new things to be done in their spare time."As they began walking back into the village, he continued, "Yes, every building here is constructed of ice. It is a cold material, but strong and reliable in this eternally frigid land. Unless the fires of Ta-Wahi were to overtake the village, the ice will always remain as it is. There are legends that say the Great Beings chose to carve the Sanctum from ice so that the wisdom written on it's walls might remain forever."To answer your first question, there is an inn nearby that may offer some warmth. We can seek it out, if you wish."

IC (Tuanuku): Tuanuku pondered what the Matoran had told him. Not long ago when they had both been caught in a snowstorm, the ice had seemed very impermanent. The flurries of white had been in constant motion, making it almost impossible to find their way or distinguish one landmark from another. Here, however, under the protection of a glacier, the ice retained none of its anger. An air of peace covered the village and its sanctum, and he could well believe that it would never change.For all its tranquil atmosphere, however, it was freezing! While most of the other inhabitants didn't seem to mind, Tuanuku wholeheartedly agreed with Matakite's suggestion. "That would be most welcome" he replied. "Lead the way, my friend."

[Snelly]

IC: Bruntoa - School Grounds -"Okay." Bruntoa did so.

[25K Now!]

[iC: Rannin]"I am never making such as heavy and big sword again. It'll be impossible to move around."

[Snelly]

IC: Bruntoa - School Grounds -"Yes...even people as strong as us have their limits."

[25K Now!]

[iC: Rannin]"Which means we must defeat those limits."

[Snelly]

IC: Bruntoa - School Grounds -"Very true my friend. Very true."

[25K Now!]

[iC: Rannin]"Yes. Now that we've finished our attempts at being manly and destroying hills, now what?"

[Snelly]

IC: Bruntoa - School Grounds -"I think it's obvious what we must do...we must go on a ten year training journey...and become men among men."

[Axilus Prime]

IC: "Er, now what?"

[Palm]

IC: Utu - Ko-WahiUtu stopped and turned around. Yuru and Reaver looked to him with slight confusion. He nodded to Tank before looking away, up into the icy mountains.IC: Tank - Ko-WahiTank stopped again, "We aren't going to Ko-Koro as you may have already guessed. Utu will be taking me to his old village. He hasn't been there in a long time and we think there might be some clues as to what's going on there."Utu didn't respond."You can come with us or wait for us in Ko-Koro."That was when Utu turned around, "They don't get to see it.""See what?""My village."Silence. "Why do I get to see your village?" Tank raised his arms, motioning to himself.Utu didn't say anything for a while, he even looked at his feet for a few moments before looking back at Tank. Things were backwards. It was supposed to be him, the one that wanted it. The only Toa that really understood and believed, before even Dorian. It wasn't supposed to be the Toa that saw what they had a curse, something to be rid off. Utu saw it for what it really was: A gift. A power that set them apart from the rest of the island. Why didn't Tank? Why was everything backwards?"Because you're special."Tank dropped his arms, "Really. Because I have visions?" Utu didn't say anything, he just looked at the Toa with an unfazing gaze, "We aren't special Utu.""Why is it so hard for you to believe?""Why is it so easy?"Utu tilted his head, "I've been trying to figure this out for a while now. I've been trying to figure out why you can't see it and I think I've got it."Tank raised an eyebrow, "Really? Why is that? Why am I, blind? To see that we've been given such a wonderful gift?" Tank spoke the last words with mock grandiose. Yuru shifted his footing. Tank didn't care who agreed. Half of these people were either crazy, psychopaths, or drunk with power. Tank knew what they really were. He knew it was a curse because he had morals."You don't see it because you don't want to," The side of Utu's mouth twitched, flashing a hint of a smile, "You're afraid of it. Of yourself. I can feel it, the fear. Almost taste it," Utu's face spread into a full smile, sadism and wonder clearly present in his eyes, passing over Tank's eyes. He wanted to read the Mark Bearer of Pain, "Tell me Tank? Do you enjoy it?" Silence again, this time longer, the wind breaking the quiet, "Do you take pleasure in what it does? The power you feel? The euphoria?"Tank didn't say anything."You want it gone because you're afraid of it, but you also want the inimical. You love it don't you?" Utu's voice began to fill with excitement. Like a twisted child feeding live birds to a snake, just to watch the chick's struggle.Tank still didn't say anything. He didn't want to admit it, but he did enjoy the high. Yet, he would not let it take him. No, he had told himself to despise it, smother it, he must never let it fulfill his desires, not at the expense of innocent beings. An image of a mangled Ga-Matoran flashed in Tank's mind. When Utu opened his mouth again, he was calm, his voice smooth like silk. Quiet even."Admit it. Call it what it is Tank. A gift."Tank's eyes burnt with anger. Here was a being he despised, yet required... Somehow. A twisted disgusting excuse for a Toa, who cared only for himself. Manipulative, spiteful, and probably worst of all, powerful. Utu exploited his Mark to the best of his ability. He was in tune with it, it was as though they were one and the same. He cared not for those around him, the only reason he would ever do anything for others, is if it proved to be beneficial to him in some way. How could somebody think and act the way Utu did? Tank couldn't figure it out. He didn't get it. How?He would never know. How could he? It would take dropping down to Utu's level just to get a glimpse at what made him tick as a being. The Mark was clearly the most central point of his life. Utu was right when he said it could change everything. It did change everything. And even if they weren't special, there was something going on. Everything that hadn't already changed, was about to.Yuru and Reaver would have to go to Ko-Koro and wait for Utu and Tank's return."Which way?"

[25K Now!]

[iC: Rannin]"Except we have responsibilities here."IC: [Treize]"I don't know, get something to eat?" said Treize as she handed their unconscious attacker to the guard.

[Axilus Prime]

IC: "Sure! I'd love to eat something!"

[25K Now!]

IC: [Treize]"You're paying."

[Axilus Prime]

IC: "Er, all right." Toranmat would get his naval pay later, though this would drain his wallet dry. "Know any good places to eat?"

[25K Now!]

IC: [Treize]"Probably a restaurant nearby."

[Axilus Prime]

IC: Toranmat walked into the nearest restaurant and ordered some hot chocolate, and a burger made with 100% real Avoki Brand Kane-Ra.OOC: Get the joke?

[25K Now!]

OOC: Yes.IC: [Treize]"Buy me some fries minion!"

[Axilus Prime]

IC: "Got it!" A large fries for Treize was soon on the table.

[25K Now!]

IC: [Treize]"So why'd you join the Ga-Koro navy?" she asked as she chewed on her food.

[Axilus Prime]

IC: "I don't know, I just liked water despite being a Ta-Matoran. Liquid water is nothing like ice in my opinion, " he chattered and shivered as he took another bite of food, "so I have no problem with it. Decided to make a job out of it. Not that I'm particularly good at anything.."

[25K Now!]

IC: [Treize]"You have potential kid. Maybe one day you'll end up captaining a ship like me, then try and ram a Tarakava with it."

[Axilus Prime]

IC: That sounded like fun. "Sure, preferably one with an infected mask. So, what's your opinion on Makuta getting more agressive? I heard there were Rahkshi attacking, and a few heroes stopped them. Apparently at least one of them had a criminal record.OOC: I don't think this is metagaming, since Rahkshi are rather noticeable.

[25K Now!]

OOC: Maybe you should just refer to the recent Rahkshi attacks, which is better by itself.IC: [Treize]"Po-Koro was attacked I heard."

[Axilus Prime]

IC: Toranmat nodded. "Yeah, this island goes up in flames everywhere I go. It's a wonder the inhabitants are still alive."OOC: Got any more lessons? This isn't going anywhere...

[25K Now!]

OOC: Not yet. Running out of ideas you see. And roleplaying is about interaction. Battles are just part of that interaction.IC: [Treize]"It's because we're all stubborn."

[Axilus Prime]

OOC: Yeah, but I can't use my favorite chars until I get past the gmodding problem.IC: "Yeah. And some of us..." He looked to the ground, his eyes referring to Makuta beneath in his expansive lair. "are worse than that. Evil."

[25K Now!]

OOC: Time for homework! Google ways to help stop gmodding.IC: [Treize]"That's why we exist. To protect the island."

[Axilus Prime]

OOC: Surprisingly something turned up. Care for a test fight?IC: Toranmat took another bite. "Yep. Born to do it."Outside, an old fighter had seemed to take a break for hiding in the shadows. Unpopular as he was, he had to resurface one day. He sighed and took a sip of his drink at a table far from Toranmat and Treize. His weapons had not been drawn for what seemed like ages to a trigger-happy type like him. His team was disbanded...his honor, if it could be really called that, had vanished entirely, and he was subsisting on food scraps and the occasional widget. Time for him to move on. He downed his drink and stepped outside. OOC: Decided to take him for a spin. I think he's an interesting one to talk to anyway. Whether I'm ready to use him in combat, I'd like to ask you. My judgement on that matter has always failed, even when I tried to avoid modding.

[25K Now!]

OOC: Sure. Just get your old guy to the academy, see the manliness of Rannin and Bruntoa, and challenge Rannin to a manly one-on-one duel.IC: [Treize]"I joined to protect the island and distinguish myself from my sisters."

[Axilus Prime]

OOC: Academy? Where? (Rannin is yours, right?)IC: "How many do you have?"OOC: LOL.IC: He walked out, and decided to look for something interesting. Maybe he could go solo. A soldier for hire, if his clients had the right morals and motivation. A trainer, working to help the next generation? Not his style. He spat once, something an old friend of his had done frequently. The spit lingered and fell off his heavily accented tongue, quite embarrassingly. He should have picked a clearer drink than juice. Twitching his wrists, longing for the chance to extend those wrist blades with just the right movement, a few rotations and flicks here and there...but no. He just walked on.

[25K Now!]

OOC: Yes. There's a school set up near the Ga-Wahi border. I think around there. Rannin is mine.IC: [Treize]"I'm the thirteenth out of thirty."