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IC: (Roshinua) Eleven long-range weapons officers. One detective. And Ril. "I can't make any promises."

IC: (Lhurai) "So," I said, taking another sip, "how's the party?"

IC: (Roshinua) "None yet," he said, relief obvious in his voice, but we'll be ready when they get here. We're going to burn them to the ground."

IC: (Leah) The pyrokinetic quickly took care of the issue and returned the tool to it's owner. "Say...you think they sell those around here?"

On Spherus Magna.

IC: (Almanacia) Three years prior "There's a humming in the restless summer air, and we're slipping off the course that we've prepared..." Daylaria sang into the night, gazing into the living stars blinking through the clouds to illuminate the sky. The moon shined down, a valiant night guardian, taking the place of the sun as sentinel of the unending skies. Daylaria turned her gaze to her fellow cadet, who continued her melody. "...but in all chaos there is calculation, dropping glasses just to hear them break." Life was serene. There was nothing more peaceful than the crashing of the waves, a stern lullaby rocking Ga-Koro to sleep. The heart of life was thriving. Present time Tears stained the Valkyr's wings, which wrapped around her lithe form, the only comfort afforded a murderer. She hung from the cave ceiling, arms chained three times over, legs locked in wooden contraptions. Even if she possessed the will and desire to escape, she was starved, her strength slowly wilting under her conditions. Blinking away yet more tears, she managed a morbid chuckle, more from irony than humor: she was finally a god. How great it was to be Valkyr, indeed. How great it was to be superior. Maybe she would finally die and become the queen of ####. Until then, she was a caged bird with broken wings.

holy

Don't attack Po-Koro, it's never as fun as you think it'll be. Source(s): experience

IC: (Iiasmir) "You should. It's electrifying."

IC: (J'con) Ranks of darkness? Either this was a death metal activist group or he'd finally found the famed Legacy of Makuta. "If we're going to be two men, alone, taking on the task of finding a semi-powerful demon cult, our problem will not be finding them as much as it will be keeping them from knowing they've been found," he tapped his mask, "and with this, I can find as much as I need without letting them ever realizing I've been there." His eyes widened. "...wait, are you Echelon?" He practically stumbled back. This man was a legend. Even more, this man was a devil. It seemed that J'Con had come upon a lucky streak- he had been commissioned by the most important servant of Makuta on the island. He was the closest thing to the master of shadows left. J'Con was standing with a god amongst men.

IC: (Iiasmir) "Have you ever tried playing hopscotch?"

IC: (Lhurai) I was bored. I was at a party, and I was bored. Now, the music was great and all, but that wasn't really my thing. I needed to find someone to talk to. "Hogo Higashi, nice to meet you," I heard someone say, "Although some call me JoJo at times. Don't pay them any heed. Just a misreading of my name." I stepped over to the two, taking a sip from my drink. "Well, while we're making introductions, my name is Lhurai, I'm the First Son of the Eiyu tribe."

IC: (Rano) Fishing. That was what had occupied Eiyu Rano's time while Jiyu was busy with the party. She'd purchased a canoe, a fishing pole, and some bait, and taken to the waters just outside of Sado. So far, her efforts had yielded little. Not to say it wasn't relaxing- no, she'd almost dozed off once or twice. But there was only so much to be marveled at in the catch-and-release luring of aquatic beasts. She had considered hiking the jungles of Oki, but had decided against drifting too far from Jiyu. Though their time together had been short, she'd grown rather protective of the big oaf. Which was why it pained her to see him the way she had recently. The death of an aunt- especially a suicide -would've sent her into grieving for months. But he'd brushed it off without a thought. He'd overall been...odd, lately. There had to be something going on there, but what? Did it have to do with his responsibilities as a First Son? Would it be changing anytime soon? As Rano pulled another fish into the canoe, she grimaced. Maybe he'd be like this forever.

IC: (Kol) The Matoran, realizing how worthless he was from this range above deck, began climbing the mast, aiming to reach the crow's nest.

Dasaka wardrobes are the dullest thing ever. They have like two colors of blue, and a little gold.

Fine work! I'm no critic, so I can simply offer my praise. Now, I may personally think that, say, purple, would be a more aesthetically pleasing color rather than gold for this model, but it's a beautiful piece all the same.

Not sure this is really...notable?

IC: (Iiasmir) The Skakdi grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "Sorry, had to try."

IC: (Iiasmir) For sheer enjoyment, Iiasmir poked Halfimus to see if he would fall over.

IC: (Roshinua) Something like five minutes later, Rosh and seven Guardsmen were rushing down the streets, preparing to strike. Each man carried a Patero Launcher, lethally armed. Rosh shot out a set of hand motions, and three of them took positions, making their way to the tops of buildings to get better positions. The other four spread out, taking their own advantageous positions. Roshinua, however, stood directly in the middle of the street, unsheathing his sword, eyes narrowed as he awaited the next signs of the Piraka. He was a stone wall standing there, a guardian. I'm going to send these monsters back to heII. (Ryiu) In the charred forest, the Akrainid trained for combat, drilling over his combat tactics continuously, oblivious to Wryu's plight some hundred yards away. In his immaculate white suit, he was a strange sight to see practicing martial arts, but if style wasn't universal, was it really style? He continued practicing, every once in awhile letting out a yell.

OOC: GOAT post IC: (Iiasmir) Iiasmir chuckled, "you're not too bad, you know that?"

OOC: post edited. IC: (J'Con) J'Con continued working on his wound, glancing at it every few seconds as he listened to Echelon.

IC: (Iiasmir) "You sure so like saying dramatic things and offering no explanations for them."

IC: (Iiasmir) "Now, I don't have a cool title like that, but I'll still mop rhe floor with him."

IC: (Leah) "Someone give me a pair of a nail clippers, I've had a hangnail since Wichita and I swear it's going to give me aids if I don't take care of it."