Mef Man

Today I bought the "Batwing Battle Over Gotham City" set. I'm planning on keeping a few of the pieces and minifigures, but I plan on selling the rest of the pieces. I'm not that interested in the vehicles since they just don't look that flattering to me. Hopefully I can make some kind of model with the minifigs. -Mef

@ Black Six: R-really? Guess I didn't see it; I've only been back for about a week. @Tillius: Sorry, didn't know it was so old, haha. @thebeggerpie: Man, I need to just delete this blog post. Just saw it "announced." Guess it was old news as well. -Mef

OOC: Here you go, Voutok: IC(Gahree and NPC Po-Matoran guide) (Po-Wahi, Motari Desert) Gahree wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead with a small, white rag. The rag was soaked, having been placed to forehead plenty of times and because of it's place in the Matoran of water's chest pocket. Gahree was trying not to succumb to the heat, but he wasn't acustom to such hot temperatures. The Matoran had spent the past five years or so in Ko-Koro. The deserts of Po-Wahi were the exact opposite of Ko-Wahi's tundras and deserts of snow. But, the reason he was out here was important: landscaping. His business was growing bigger by the day and he needed to make a new warehouse out in Po-Wahi. And, the best place seemed to be the deserts of Po-Wahi. His workers could refiine the sand into crystals and make their sculptures from the mass amount of sand. If Gahree could find a good place to build a factory, then he would be ahead of his competitor by a landslide. "This spot here is a real beauty, Mister Gahree." The Po-Matoran guide was serving Gahree's purposes. He was showing him great spots to make a factory, but every spot seemed to prove to have some difficulty to it. "A beauty?" the Po-Matoran huffs, a small grin on his face. "Billions of grains of sand paints a beautiful sight for you?" "Yes, sir, MIster Gahree, sir!" The Ga-Matoran shakes his head, a small chuckle escaping his lungs. The Matoran reaches for his canteen of water and takes another, long sip. The jug was already almost empty, but they had plenty of other canteens inside their Ussul cart. "Mister Gahree!" cries out the guide. The Matoran of water leans forward and looks at what the excited guide was pointing at. "Come on, is sand really that-" But, Gahree soon stopped short. His guide was pointing at something alright, but it wasn't sand. It was a dead De-Matoran. "Dear, Mata-Nui," swears Gahree, silently. He jumps out of the Ussul cart and runs toward the Matoran. Skidding to a halt in the sand (and hurting his knees in the process). Gahree turns the Matoran over and looks at his face and body. The De-Matoran was still breathing, but by the looks of his tan skin and body, he would say that the Matoran had been wandering the sands for some time. Quickly, the Matoran of water splashes some water from his canteen in the Matoran's face while yelling,"Hey, wake up!" -Mef Man

IC(Alissita) (Ga-Koro-Talking to Pineas) "That sounds great, boss!" Alisita replies. Her voice was practiclly beaming now; as if the sun had exploded and drowned the entire island in blinding, white light. "Just tell me where to go and I'll start immediatly!" (Tairel) (Ga-Koro: Outside of Ga-Koroan Hospital-Talking to Havon) "Maybe she went into the hospital already," proposes Tairel. He points toward the entry way and motions for Havon to follow. -Mef Man

'Tis the way of the BZPRPG. If no one shows up, I have plans of having a character of mine arriving. Is anyone else planning on interacting, because I'll try to have a new character of mine show up soon. -Mef

I have to agree, Javert. No one (the group of Pala-Koro) has really attacked anyone because I don't think any of us have a clue as to who to attack. It's probably better for Tabby and the rest just to continue fighting. If they attack Ledzel and the others, then we strike. -Mef

IC(Khijow)(Ga-Koro: Khijow's Manor; talking to Doctor Miha) "Well..." Khijow, for once in his life, actually sounded hesitant. The Toa's voice slowly trails off, but he quickly regains his pride. "Some foolish females around the island have thought that my face looks...ugly." The word ugly came out in one, five-second-long word. The pain could be sensed from Khijow as the word graced his lips. "So, doctor, I was wondering if there was any way that I could...well..." He leans in a bit closer from the opposite couch facing Miha. "Completely restructure my face?" -Mef Man

I don't believe I'm jumping the gun. Just saying that one-one-one conversations need to be taken to PM. No reason to say anything back to me about it; I'm just stating the rules. Moving on. -Mef

I think this conversation is almost over, but if there are any more comments, you two may want to take it to PM. It's very one-on-one. Thanks! -Mef

Look at it; it's beast! And, the new Harleene minifig is a must-have for me! I can't wait until this comes out! -Mef

IC(Alissita) (Ga-Koro; near notice board and talking to Pineas) "What am I to do first, boss?" Alissita asks; excitement still pinging her voice. "Should I file papers, or write what you dictate to me, or is there something else you'd like for me to do? Just say the word and I'll do whatever you want me to do!" To say that the Matoran was happy and thrilled was a large understatement. -Mef Man

IC(Alissita) (Ga-Koro; near notice board and talking to Pineas) "I'm ready to go, boss!" Alissita exclaims happily as she makes her way toward Pineas. IC(Khijow)(Ga-Koro; outside of Ga-Koro hospital) The two were soon walking into what was Khijow's large mansion. The entire building was about ten times bigger than the huts that littered the Ga-Koroan landscape. And, not only was this difference prevelant, but the mansion was made of stone. "Now, you're probably wondering how a stone building is floating in Ga-Koro, right?" Khijow asks. Without waiting for an answer, the Toa continues talking. "I personally hired professional divers to gather thousands of air leaves from below the village. Using these, I was able to exploit my idea of floating the house. Genuis, right?" After the Toa finishes speaking, he turns to his maid who was waiting patiently nearby. "Fix us something to eat. We have business to discuss." Nodding, the maid walks toward one of the many doors and disappears. "Won't you have a seat, doc?" Khijow asks; motioning for the Matoran to take a seat at one of the luxurious couches nearby. It was a miracle that he was inviting someone to sit on the fabric, but he wanted as much as he could get out of the doctor's information. If she would comply, then any uncomfortable situations now would pay off later. -Mef Man

OOC: He should fit in just right with Mef. IC(Mef) (Ta-Koro; gate) Mef walks toward the large gate of Ta-Koro. His search had proved to be fruitless as he walked around the village of fire. Not one being there was willing to give him a job or work as a partner. The Matoran would have to move onto Ga-Koro to find- "Hello," Mef mumbles to himself. Right across the bridge that led to Ta-Koro was a Toa. He appeared to be very tall and very muscular. Just the kind of guy that Mef needed. "Excuse me," the Onu-Matoran calls out as he somewhat jogs across the bridge. "Let's talk." -Mef Man

IC(Khijow)(Ga-Koro; outside of Ga-Koro hospital) Best doctor, huh? Maybe I do have some business with her. "Listen, doc," starts Khijow as he takes a few steps closer to the being. "Is there anyway you could help me with a problem of mine? Maybe we could go back to my place and discuss it over lunch." The sun was already at it's peak and Khijow was beginning to get hungry. Maybe the good doctor and him could talk about his facial appearance when they got back to the mansion. -Mef Man

IC(Mef) (Ta-Koro; walking) Mef continues to walk down the streets of Ta-Koro; not sure what he had seen. Shrugging it off, the Matoran looks around the village of fire. There has to be some kind of job I can take around here... OOC: Mef, open for interaction. -Mef Man

OOC: Thank you for responding, The Mask. You have no idea how much that means to me. IC(Ga'maleia Auldron and NPC Waiter) (Le-Koro Restaurant: talking to Tarkis) "Wine would be nice," Ga'maleia replies simply, looking up into the eyes of the Le-Matoran waiter. "Your selection if fine with me," she adds with a small smile. Turning to Tarkis, the Ga-Matoran asks,"Do you want the same, or would you like something else?" As Ga'maleia talked, the distant sounds of the WIndriders's performance began to penetrate the sanctuary of a restaurant. Many patrons rolled their eyes in disgust at the disruption of solitude. Waiters and waitresses began making their rounds to the different tables, apologizing for the noise. But, many of the beings inside the eatery began to get up and leave. They wouldn't have any part of the (now noisy) restaurant. Ga'maleia couldn't help but giggle softly, but she quickly contained herself. "I'm so sorry, Ma'am," the Matoran turns to Tarkis,"Sir. I apologize for the noise. That stupid band knows only how to make alot of noise..." -Mef Man

OOC: Oh, sorry, Snelly. Forgot a Tairel post. IC(Tairel) (Ga-Koro; following Havon) The flying experience was one of the best things Tairel had ever done. The feeling of the wind blowing into his mask and how weightless you felt. It was an amazing feeling. But, now the Toa was back on the ground and following Havon. Apparently, he had found some Matoran by the name of Miha. -Mef Man

IC(Khijow)(Ga-Koro; outside of Ga-Koro hospital) Khijow was dumbfounded. Was this girl for real? She seemed like one of the characters from the plays that the Ga-Korians would sometimes perform. A crazy, random girl who didn't realize how insane she sounded. "I wasn't planning on getting killed," explains Khijow will clear sarcasm plagueing his voice. "So, don't worry about me. These clothes are much more practical for my taste." Wait. Why am I wasting my time on this girl? "Look. I came to see a doctor. And, unless you're a doctor, then it looks as if I have no business with you." It was clear that Khijow didn't want any part of the lady. He was a man of business and luxury (mainly luxury) and he wasn't in the mood to discuss clothing with a perfect stranger. Karz, a person like her talking to a person like him, she should be paying him to have this conversation. Better yet, she should be paying him to even be in his prescense. -Mef Man

A little belated there, bud. Also, if anyone in Ko-Koro is open, I'd appreciate some interaction with Jade. Thanks. -Mef

Thought it was one on three, but gotcha. And, there's no reason for PM. I already stated what my character's intentions are. If you don't like them, then don't read them. -Mef

IC(Khijow)(Ga-Koro; outside of Ga-Koro hospital) Khijow slowly turns around to face Miha. The being had accused him of wearing elderly clothes. ...Really? "Excuse me, Miss, but this isn't something that a Turaga would wear," Khijow replies. "This was a hand tailored suit, made in Po-Koro by one of the best seamstresses you'd ever meet in your life." -Mef Man