Franco

If the 2011 resurrection of the forums and reboot of the BZPRPG was anything to go by, the RPG forum should integrate an influx of new guys well enough..

I am glad. "Jerk" is a very useful word.

Bionicle RPG. I'd have to see who was taking care of my boy Sulov.

IC: We approach the Dark Walk at a good pace. Before the tunnel, I stop and turn to them again. Change in terrain means a change in travel. We need light. So, I pull out a lantern and pass it to them. Check one. We need safety, but they're guard members, they know when to be stealthy. Check two. All checked. Let's go. I turn and walk into the tunnel. OOC: Aeolus/Arden and Sulov to Kini-Nui.

IC: Consider the companion. Pros: -guard member -able to set watches -> cut through Dark Walk -> faster -able to split duties -> meal production faster -> faster -get to know people -substitute talker Cons: -talking I nod and reach into the ground. The dust recombines into a knife, I toss it to them. Can't go unarmed where we're headed. I start going there.

IC: I feel the talk settling on me. Falling like a wave. The world in front of my visor is translucent. Though the pudding, I raise my hand and extend a finger toward Onu-Koro.

IC: Easiest way to put it? "Traveling."

IC: I nod. No one says anything. I'm not sure how to do something about that.

IC: What did I miss? I check around her. Nobody's standing. Only Aeolus or Arden, not both. She may not be looking for help, but she needs it. I shake her hand and clear my throat. "I see just one of you."

IC: What can I do here? I stop and incline my head, looking her over. Unarmed, average build, color red/blue. Unknown. "Good. May I help you?"

IC: It doesn't take a Kimi to tell the team's gone. Only takes me to do good. Quick good. We need to hit the Skakdi with force without them figuring out how to use whatever they found. Time to move. To get force. I start walking. OOC: Sulov is open for interaction.

Well, let's be fair: surviving Makuta, experiencing a prisonbreak (also last season), and fighting off a bomb-tossing would-be bank robber has kept the Ussalry honed. However, I know from experience that imprisonment is not fun. If all goes well and your character cooperates, I'm sure we can come to an agreement that allows him a modicum of freedom. I'll be working towards that end and you should be able to expect talks soon.

Sulov To a Man

IC: They're done. I'm not. I don't give up. Stannis can be reached. Alone, he won't be pressured. He'll tell me the truth and we can make things right. Everything can be like it was before we fought Makuta. "Stannis." I can fix this. "Stannis...I..." "You are my commander, Stannis," says a tinny voice. "I swear loyalty to your leadership and credence to your will...Into your hands, Lord, I commend my spirit." No, he's not my commander. Not right now. He slipped out of that place and Reordin rose to it. That's why... "It's okay, Stannis, I..." I want you to let me in. I want to be your friend. You were wrong, but you're a comrade, you're a person, I know you're trying to do right. I know you can tell me the truth. I know I can bring everyone back together. I know it. "I..." So. Why can't I say it? "...I." Silence. I learned to fight. I never learned to talk. ... I can't give up. But he's not ready. There's a door. An island past it. That's where I'm needed. Where I can fight. Where I don't talk. I step forward. He stays still. I put my arms around him and squeeze. Something cracks. I loosen, whip my gaze into his eyes, support him, it's all my fault, I'm so sorry, Stannis, I just wanted to let you know you're always welcome, no matter what, no matter what happens, does it hurt, I'll get you to a hospital-- I see dull mirrors only holding my reflection. Right. It was the Earth prosthetic on his armor. Just stressed from the fight. I'm too careful with how I get close to people for hurt. These days. I toss some dust on it and pull back. "Bye," I say. I turn, I stoop, and I walk out the door, shutting it behind me.

I like the difference between the popularity of Earth Toa and Earth Matoran relative to their races.

IC: "Per Ussalry Code, Section 103, Subsection VI, Division 9, Subdivision CX, Article 27, Provision 8A, I would be empowered by legitimacy--a power you never have had."

When the man who brainwashed Leli and manipulated the Ussalry into exiling Sulov is providing clemency to the "liability," things can only get worse.

OOC: Actually, by the power vested in me by Nuju Metru, Akiri of Onu-Koro, I do have dominion over the Ussalry. I may play a guard or two here. By the way, it's nice to see new blood. However, I have to warn both of you of a few things: we remove masks and we are neither necessarily Matoran nor excessively idiotic. [NPC] IC: The guard at the end of the hallway wore the Great Mask of Sensory Aptitude. "Oh, hon, I know exactly how you feel," the Onu-Toa crooned, her supple legs swinging back towards Silo. "You know, I was imprisoned before...so I know desperation when I see it. As much as I know Kanohi, anyway. "Speak of Makuta," she interjected, "but could that be one on your face, Mr. Ran?"

IC: Gyn's pleased feeling was abruptly replaced by annoyance. He flicked his saperka, the blood of his foe spattering onto the floor with a soft, splashing sound. Ordinarily, the minute noise would not draw much attention. Those settling into the post-combat order had more important concerns than the cleanup of another. But a man who had just killed two Rahkshi was not ordinary. "No," he decreed. He motioned to Dalrin and his patient with a smile. "We leave no one behind."

No, people are just acclimated to an environment in which only Dasaka get psychic power (telekinesis excluded). It's their fault if they let that assumption extend into thinking a Suletu illegitimate without looking to see if it was approved.

IC: Komuhu withdrew a tablet and stylus and slid both towards Derlath. "Sign here." It pointed to a blank space beneath a farrago of scrawlings on a line above, the apparent script itself below legible writing.

IC: "Ah. Continue."

IC: "Forgive my foibles," Komuhu said, grinning. "Specifically, I speak of rena ore."

Congratulations on another year. I thought for sure someone would've killed you out of envy by now...

IC: Komuhu released a thin smile. "Good to hear. So, let's move on to the proposal...how do work benefits such as "access to the island's rarest substance" sound to you?"