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IC: "Sounds like property damage all thanks to you. Go ahead."

IC: With a slight huff, Flay pushed the thought of naked Dorian throwing people out windows while gracefully wagging his hips out of her head. "Maybe someday else. Your story next!"

IC: "So you want to dance around naked, then."

IC: "Alright then. You'd better tell that story next. Or those stories." Slowly strumming her cheek, Flay quickly tried to make a list of what other life stories she could re-word into something that wouldn't cause Dorian to burst out laughing at her. "Guess I'll tell you about the first time I threw a guy out a window. And dang, that was one awkward moment in my career." As the images came flashing back into her mind, Flay's mouth immediately contorted into a mix of giggling and cringing. "This was a few months back; an ex-guard member was having his retirement party and he basically invited everybody he knew to it. I, of course, was given an invite; To this day, I do feel sorry for having broken the party host's window...but it was for a reason worth it." "I didn't get anywhere close to drunk, but later on in the party that was basically a guaranteed happening with some of the other peoples. At one point, I decided to go the the bathroom, and before my eyes stretched a line of about a dozen men and women; all soldiers from the guard." "I quickly strode up to the person at the front of the line and asked 'How long have you been waiting?'" 'Around.... 20 minutes.' 'What!?' "20 seconds later, I decided to pull rank and quickly yelled to everyone in line that we were picking the lock. So all of us huddled around the door, and with with handiwork I had the door unlocked in no time." "Of course, the sight that greeted us was quite unique. Rather than a drunk person having bowel issues or anything of the sort, we came face to face with a completely naked guardsman who was dancing to himself in front of the mirror with heatstones in his armpits." "I'm sure the story gets pretty self explanatory from that point on. More than ten angry men and women, all trained to work as an efficient squadron in taking down those who threatened the integrity of Ta-Koro, rushed forwards and physically assaulted the naked dancer, launching him through the glass window while he stared back at us in the style of a dumb drunk." "Thoughts?"

IC: "Which is a good thing, although I do wonder if you've ever tried being the shared-guy." And I'm almost certain that the answer is yes.

IC: "Huh. Did you ever go back?"

IC: "Hm hm. I guess we don't do normal really well. Either way, here goes." Slowly, Flay's thoughts drifted back in time, back when she was just a recruit in the Ta-Koro guard. "Some time ago, back when I was still a matoran and had just joined the Guard, there was this one peculiar event that happened. And this was, like, on the first or second day that I began living in the barracks - I don't live in the barracks anymore, by the way. Anyways, what happened was, while I was in the middle of showering after a gruelling training session when it suddenly dawned on me that I didn't bring any clothes to change into." "I did have a towel though, but it was one of the shoddy and cheap ones that the staff gave you. So what I basically did was I ran over to the janitors room, which was located close by, and locked myself in with all the brooms and stuff they kept in there, covered by the teensy towel." "I waited till all the footsteps died out, and, assuming that nobody remained in the showering area, I quickly walked out. The path to my bunk in the Barracks was in another hall that I could walk all the way over, or I could cross a courtyard to reach it quicker. The second option was obviously quicker, and speed was my priority lest I let everyone see my, er, physical form. But I guess my urgency got the better of me, because the moment I pressed that door open - the most shocking bell began to ring." Flay opened her mouth to continue the story, but stopped mid-way through as she thought through what she'd end up describing next. Maybe better to keep her mouth closed for this one, considering who it was she was telling her life stories to. "To this day I'm still not quite sure why Fire exits are linked to the alarm system, but at least thats one event which taught me to think things through before actually doing them. Sweet moral of the story, eh?"

IC: "Ohhhhhhh....kay then." This was... unfamiliar. People didn't usually come to Flay because they wanted company after feeling like ###### for the last couple of days. And Flay usually didn't go to others for company after feeling like ###### for the last couple of days. How do you socially navigate this puzzle...? "How about I tell you an interesting story about me, and you tell me an interesting story about you? We can take turns."

IC: "Okie Dokey!" And then came a squawk, and with that, Toa and Bird walked off towards the city gates. Flays eyes flicked towards the Toa of Iron beside her. Not really disappointed that she didn't get any cake, considering she never expected there to actually be cake, she gave off a small shrug as she pushed that thought into the depths of her mind. "So....What." This was the...what, the second time she'd stood next to the murderous ex-mercenary/most probably psychotic/ephemerally law abiding/one and only Dorian since she'd turned into a Toa? And she didn't feel any anxiety, fear, nervousness at all. Was that a good or a bad thing?

IC: "Wait. Dorian, did you take something from evidence...?"

IC: Beside me, Alfon stepped forwards, unleashing a whiplash bolt of electricity towards the groupie of grim-dark armoured Skakdi who had impertinently shoved their ugly maws in our faces. As the electric-blue charge began to build up, I slowly began focusing my elemental power on Alfon's sword as well. All'Righty, then! It was a bit of rough work for me; but while the sonic energy that I had enforced upon the explosive crackle of thunder was generally ineffective for us (In our direction, it just sounded 'Loud, Sparky, and Really attention drawing'), in the direction of those four brutes, the sound was now much, much louder. I'm sure the only way they wouldn't be in real pain would be if they were too deaf - or too stupid - to hear the sounds. Heh.

You get the cool catchphrase of 'I will dig your grave' or something whenever you meet your enemies for a battle and it'll actually be legit

IC: "Well, as long as permission was granted, I'm sure the art is okay."

IC: "Did we win?" Floria muttered as her invisibility de-cloaked. She hadn't suffered any injuries during the battle; however, there was a change between before and after the fight. Now, she clutched a bottle of rum - again - naturally, as though it had always belonged in her palm.

IC: "C'mon. When did I ever steer you wrong?" "Being steered wrong by you is probably just a time bomb waiting to blow up in my face."

IC: "Uh....huh." Can't WAIT to see what I've gotten myself into.

IC: "Uh, that's my job."

IC: "Doesn't really make the action nice. In any case, I'm not gonna mull over it too much. I'm in no place to judge whether what you did was right or wrong." Flay shrugged as she said it, before taking a glance around. They were still having this discussion in the middle of the street, but there were probably more apt places for more serious talks. Speaking of which... she began in her thoughts, "Where are you two going now at this time of day?"

IC: "Flay! Hey! Flay!" Rather than respond to the prepossessing Toa of Iron, she instead waved at Skyra. "Heyyyy Flay what's up? I've just been hanging around Dorian." "Oh, really? That's actually a nice coincidence, since I'm investigating something that you just might have some info on. Did you, by any chance, happen upon Dorian brutally ripping someone's heart out?"

IC: How exactly do you explain this in words? Flay thought to herself as she walked through the streets of Ta-Koro, blind to the ongoings of life around her. And how exactly do you put this into context? Well, lets see. The ex-wanted island renowned mercenary who you were supposed to be supervising leaves town without any warning; then when he comes back he helps out - and in quite a useful, almost non-sardonic manner - in tracking down a bunch of crazy psychopaths who committed crime and terror; and then he goes ahead and nearly rips someone’s heart out of their body. The situation could quite honestly be placed on both extremes of the spectrum that encompassed ‘Not surprising at all, I totally expected something like that to happen’ all the way to ‘Areyouseriousyoudidwhat’. Which is annoying. Why? A) It doesn’t explain anything about how you feel about the situation. B) It doesn’t explain anything about why the situation happened. C) And it makes you feel like it’s you who’s out of whack. Of course, this was Dorian. He probably made everyone around him feel out of whack. Which begs the question as to how he feels in regards to himself being…himself. Flay sighed. Until she actually talked to Dorian in person her train of thoughts would probably lead straight to a dead end, and she’d end up getting off the train at ####thatville. And that, in sum, explained why she was walking in the direction of the residential district.

OOC: uhhhhh sorry for lateness IC: A swing here, a roll there, a few mock punches along the way to let each other dodge in a certain direction and soon our little group 'fight' had managed to wing it's way all to way to the other side of the arena. Now, we were just meters away from the largest huddle of the audience - I guess because their big boss is also in that crowd somewhere? - and the only hurdle we faced was the vertical gap between the battleground and the stands. As I ducked under a horizontal slash from Colx, I quickly glanced over towards Aparangi and Alfon, whose back was essentially planted against the wall. The black-armored Toa ran forwards to punch Alfon, only to suddenly launch skywards like a rocket, his forwards momentum carrying up and right over the stands. "Your Turn!" Alfon said as we made eye contact. Giving a brief nod - - I almost yelled out "OKAY! Time to knock whoever did this out of his socks!" Almost. But time was now of the essence, and the hidden award winning actor inside of me quickly got things under control. Making less and less of an effort to act out an actual fight now that our intentions were about to be made clear, I, too, launched myself at Alfon. Weapon held behind my back, I lunged with my free hand as if to grab for his throat...

OOC: derp post IC: "I guess we can start with the order of events," Flay began, before she trailed onwards..... * * * "And that's the last profile that Dorian came up with. Any other questions?"

IC: Hearing her name called, Flay perked up for a moment as she turned towards the speaker, who promptly introduced herself as Bohrei. Nodding, Flay reached over for a handshake. She'd seen the Skakdi before, back at the Guard Headquarters. Though she wasn't familiar with the freelance investigator, the eye catching signature black jackets were a memorable sight. "Well, guess no need for longer introductions. Do you have an iStone? I could send you the information I have right now. Otherwise I guess we could go the old fashioned way of speech explanations...." OOC: No time to post all the info through speech sorry for the short late post

All I can say is this: he learned from the best Has the student surpassed one of the old great masters? *realizes that Nuju has full GM powers whereas I do not* Meh, probably too much xbox does that to you tuck

IC: Aurum nodded towards Kavala, before wordlessly walking away from where Hakann had been. With any luck, he would be on time for the party. OOC: Aurum to Ko-Wahi ^.^