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Thanks, I'll make sure to keep that in then! I was thinking of having bounties go out on a specific day of the week.

Don't tempt me.

Who's looking for interaction?

Look who the cat brought in.

Who are you?

After creating the original podcast for the BZPRPG, and then frolicking in that field of podcast and video editing for a while, the idea of joining the YouTube channel sounds exciting. I'll be sending a PM once I come up with a pitch.

“I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.” Fun ride, great party, time to go. Thanks for the memories. <3

IC: Dervish, Onu-Koro (Ferron’s Forge) Nice guy, Ferron. If this was Ta-Koro, I wouldn’t be let off the hook with having less widgets. Maybe it was the whole, “I’ve lived out my destiny,” thing that gave him such a nonchalant attitude to finance. Speaking of living out one’s destiny… “Thanks,” I said while handing over what I had. “I hope you don’t think this rude, but I was wondering, well… how’d you become a turaga?” Destiny isn’t my thing, generally, but for some reason this wise old turaga felt like a mirror into someone I could be – ignoring the fact I’m a mercenary making money killing innocents.

IC: Draeverian Joskiir, Ta-Wahi (???) *Poof* Poor Mariko, not noticing his “friend” was nothing more than the blinking outline of an avenger long gone. The toa of sound never found much pleasure in standing around. DJ was a man of action: rap, punch, and leave the questioning to Mariko. Sitting around waiting for a toa of ice to drink and get acquainted with long lost war buddies, Maru or no, wasn’t on his “Kill Kohra” to do list. Mariko and the other Aitua were the patient ones. Ta-Koro’s lava fields gave way to the ash forest as he trekked towards colder climes. His tongue clacked polyrhythms off the roof of his mouth, and with each percussive beat he found his way illuminated. This is a bad idea, Drae. Leaving Mariko behind was stupid. You’re stupid. DJ smack talked with Rivet. There was a harrumph in his mind. So much for the months of learning to be less obvious . I’ve got a plan though: I don’t need them. Oh, really? Really? You have a plan? Well, that that must make you King of the World. Rivet laid down the sarcasm with each drawn out vowel. Climbing over a rocky outcropping, DJ brushed off his hands. The flakes of granite and ash rippled through the air, a soft melody in their graceful fall. He could smell the lava rock, the taste of minerals strong on his tongue. For the blinded warrior, it was pungent. Yeah, I do. So… what’s your grand scheme? DJ grinned and popped his knuckles. Punch things. OOC: Draeverian to Ko-Wahi

Woah, that's a really great reality check Krayz. It probably is just me then.

I like the idea of having a Fate system, but what kind of pre-designed summons are you thinking of? How do you see this playing out if, say, two Vakamas exist where one is Archer and the other is Caster? Additionally, how would Summon stat generation happen?

Ah, hmm... Will it be like the anime or the game?

So, Bionicle = Fate series?

I'm back? EDIT: Looking around at the game, I'm wondering how we as players can jazz up the world, push the main plot goals forward, and otherwise get more large-scale action happening at a fast pace without direct involvement of large staff posts that involve lots of timeskips to keep things moving? I mean this as a really open dialogue, not in any ways intending to insult anyone. I know player involvement is probably a key issue (and I'm definitely guilty of that point), and that a game is only as good as its players to an extent, but what else could we all be focusing on? Is everyone happy with where the game is now, and am I the only one feeling like we've been in a sink-hole for the past year? If so, maybe it's a personal issue and I need to reevaluate my place as a player. If not, what can we do to change things?

IC: Dervish, Onu-Koro (Ferron's Forge) "I figure that's about it," I responded, taking the words of the forgemaster as my time to pull out the wallet. Counting up the rough sum of widgets I hit on a problem. "Um..." IC: Ahkmou, Onu-Koro (Wise Man's Archive) After the bungle with Priicu, and the silence of Skoll, Ishi found his patience wearing thin. Taking solace in the shelves of books,he wandered the rows of tablets and leather-bound tomes. Some titles were nostalgic, others boring, but a great trove tantalized his mind with the words stored within their covers or on their faces. Ignoring the presence of his bodyguard, Ishi awkwardly made himself a small nest of books around a footstool in the middle of an aisle and prepared for the long wait for Nuparu's summons. Each page proved difficult to turn, sometimes taking several attempts, and made reading a grind for the otherwise speedy thinker. Slowing down, taking a rest, ignoring the frantic lifestyle, all these things seemed to be lessons the matoran was learning in abundance. If only he could learn faster.

IC: Dervish, Onu-Koro What can I say about the lull in my life? In a moment, somewhere between my disassociated spacing out and the ringing of the doorbell, an amnesiac toa with a thing for leadership had come and gone. Once the door had closed, it was as if he'd never stepped foot in Ferron's Forge. Except for the shield on the counter, of course, all battered from use. "Uh," I said, dazed. "I forgot what we were talking about. Weird." OOC: Ishi coming later, or sooner, or something.

IC: Ahkmou, Onu-Koro (Wise Man's Archive) Ishi let his feet wander in the direction of a budding conversation at the counter, even as his eyes slowly drifted from his new acquaintance to other, potentially interesting, options. He hadn't left the conversation, not yet; instead, the informant found his blabbermouth hard to keep down. "Ferron, oh you mean the forgemaster. Yeah, just like Priicu said: go toward the residential district, make a left, and then keep going all the way. When you hit a cavern wall you're probably on the right track." Ishi smiled as his elbows rested on the counter, chin propped up with his palms. Nothing like an awkward introduction, something of which the entire island seemed in overwhelming supply. He blinked. Then, after taking in the black ruru and ko-matoran physique, piped up with another question to add to his never-ending tally of busybody remarks. "Priicu, I thought you ran the Ko-Koro branch. How are you doing?" Change is hard when I'm not injected with it.

IC: Dervish "Your forge is pretty quick with repair jobs," Dervish commented while walking toward the counter. She was a day early, after all. "Does it cost extra?" IC: Ahkmou Stepping inside Wise Man's Archive, Ishi smelled the scent of old books, of stone tablets gathering dust in the back corners, of freshly brewed coffee, and of the trellised vine flowers crawling along the banister to the second floor. He felt in a haven of knowledge, a sanctum of wisdom to wile away the hours divining the best course of action: another cup of coffee, or another book to take home? "Just like I remembered it," Ishi said as Skoll and Sajis made their way in after him. "I guess the only thing that changes in this village is the level of technology. Speaking of which," he looked back at the skakdi even as his palms slid across the cover of a fresh printed copy of poems near the door, "you're in engineering you said?"

OOC: Apologies for the wait. Additionally, Norik has given me permission to play Dervish until he returns. IC: Ahkmou, Onu-Koro (Wise Man’s Archive) “Window shopping always has a way of emptying my pockets,” Ishi remarked wryly as he reached for the door. Then, with mounting embarrassment, when his palms couldn’t turn the knob, he looked back as his newfound companion and grinned sheepishly. As capable as the informant was, doors still posed an insurmountable problem. “Care to lend a hand? I seem to have misplaced mine.” IC: Arabeth “Dervish”, Onu-Koro (Ferron’s Forge) She found the roads slick with squishy mud. It stunk, and clung to her feet as he struck off through the village of earth. Arabeth passed the small doorways to underground mansions, their entrances plain and drab and carved from limestone with circular moon-doors, and the hovels of the workers’ district on her way to Ferron’s Forge. Why Ferron chose to place his business as far from the main bazaar as possible was a mystery to the small berserker. As she walked, Arabeth couldn’t help shake the feeling she was being watched. Her gaze flickered to the shadows between light-stone lanterns, seeking an escapement for the mounting tension, but finding nothing more than scurrying ussals and busy matoran. I’m being paranoid. A metal bell announced her arrival, as did the tracked mud on the front step. Its peal was mellow and golden, liked the melted butter on her morning biscuit at the Golden Pickaxe. “Forgemaster, you in?”

Why do I want Ishi in on this? And here I was trying to make him be a good little matoran.. *groans* Sorry to anyone waiting on posts, I should have those up this evening.

*pops in* I think I'm still here. If you need me, PM me. *pops out*

OOC: Coolio, thanks Tiragath! IC: Ahkmou, Onu-Koro (Wise Man's Archive) A glance at the titles gave entrance to the skakdi's varied tactics to stymie boredom: books on mechanics fundamentals, light reading for the bedside table, even tour guides for the more adventurous mountaineers. It was an eclectic pile. There were more, but the spines were turned away in a disorganization Sajis might have found difficult to leave alone. "Time, time... Ah, yes, we always seem to have so much when we don't need it, and none when we want it." Ishi commented. "It's a time trap we all face. I'm stuck in one myself. Hence coming here... I'm sorry, but did you mention your name? I don't remember it, sorry to say. Must have been the bonk on the head." He chuckled, then shivered as a blast of cold air from the upper caverns rushed down the street. "And while we're at it, if you don't mind, I could really do for going inside. Care to join me? Maybe you can buy me a book as recompense?"

OOC: Apologies for the delay IC: Ahkmou, Onu-Koro (Wise Man's Archive) Skoll’s offered hand received a muddied palm as Ishi groaned and rose from the dirt road. His rear covered in earth, bruises accumulating bruises from the jostle down the stairs, and kanohi crooked, the Informant did his best to laugh off the mishap. “Sir? Please, formalities aren’t needed for pebbles in the dirt.” Adjusting his kaukau with swift bonks, Ishi let his critical gaze enjoy the unique features of his inopportune assailant. The wolfish snout made Ishi think back, and it seemed to stir something – but the tumble made his memory foggy, for now. A mercenary, the skakdi’s weapons were easy to see, and his fighting style plainer. Despite coming from Wise Man’s Archive, he didn’t have a book, or even a stack of books. Peculiar. “Looks like you’re in a hurry, for a man who didn’t find what he wanted,” Ishi guessed. “Maybe I can be of assistance? Oh, don’t mind her – as long as you don’t knock her down, guardswoman Sajis here is more likely to fetter me than you.” OOC: Hey, any chance Ishi can have some information about Skoll's previous alignment with Makuta? Seems like a skakdi with a unique snout like his might get a bit of renown in shady circles.

Welp, I'm back too... looks like a nice for players to pop their hands back into the room, wave, and pick up their PCs for some RPing... I'm guess, aside from the kanohi dragon stuff, nothing much has happened in the past weeks?