The UltimoScorp

IC Andrex: The Ta-Toa nodded, "That's right, I was."

The powers are those that Makuta had. Healing quickly is one of those.

That seems awfully stereotypical....

IC Tarkahn: I shook my head as the Toa clamoured out the window. She didn't understand; but then, not many did. I snatched up the open sign, and hang it on the outside of the door, then turn to tidy up and get the shop ready for what I hope will be some of my best customers. OOC: open for interaction.

IC Andrex: having been walking around the Koro for some time, Andrex returned to the Ussalry HQ, and was surprised to see Arkahl still waiting. He stepped up to the receptionist, "Any openings?"

Something along the lines of a poison rahk staff, maybe? Goes with the injection thing, anyway. Or a hunger staff, since it restores power and such!

OOC: sorry, Tarkahn is sort of an . IC Tarkahn; I sigh, and pull the knife away. "Perhaps that would be true of any normal weapon smith, but mine are... Special. And I pride myself on work that is of higher quality. I'm useful to everyone, and serve no one. You may gather yourself at your leisure. Good day." I take two steps back, the knife not quite relaxed in my hand. It never hurt to be careful, after all.

Right. In any case, what does a healing rahkshi's staff look like?

OH MY GOD JC A BOMB A BOMB!A BOMB, YOU SAY?!

IC Kotak: the ice Toa sheathed his blade, the caught the rahk staff, it was oddly weighted, but felt like a better weapon than his halberd. He holstered it on his back. He looked Skorm over with his akaku, "Looks like you've got a broken rib. Try and take it easy until you can get it fixed."

I eventually plan to have one of my characters turn into a turaga and hang in to their Toa stone for just the right matoran....

IC Kotak: shaking his head, Kotak stood once more, and found the previously dead Density Control Rahkshi grappling with the Healing Rahkshi. Further, he saw that the healing Rahk's staff was only in one hand. Quickly, he froze the rahkshi's arm to the ground, and jammed hi foot down on the creatures hand, shattering it, and freeing the staff. He kicked it away, and while the density Rahkshi held the healing rahk down, jammed his blade into its shrieking maw, silencing it forever. OOC: hope that wasn't too... Easy, I guess? Also oh my gosh, writing combat is so fun.

OOC: first person because reasons. IC Tarkahn: I snort, the Toa thief is clearly insane. "Leave? When there's potential customers? Ones who appreciate my creations, rather than shutting me down for being 'dangerous' and 'a threat to society'? Not a chance. I suggest three new options. One, you leave. Two, you stay and I slit your thriving neck right here. Finally, three. You stay and peruse my wares and purchase something, then leave. Take your pick."

OOC:Oh, alright, sweet. So general rule of NPC fights is like playing chess by yourself. Okay. IC Kotak: The Rahkshi, having been smashed by the other toa, tunned its attention away fromKkotak, shrieking and yanking it's staff from the ice. My turn. His akaku whirred and found a small chink in the spiny back of the creature, Kotak leapt and jammed his blade in, the Rahkshi sputtered and shrieked in rage, throwing him off and into the wall. The armored back plates oozed a foul liquid. He'd found his mark, though it would not be long before the creature healed itself.

OOC: I'll take you up on that. IC Tarkahn(Name changed due to unintentional copying of another player characters name. bleh.): As the Onu-Matoran went to place the open sign on the front of his Workshop, a Fe-Toa climbed in through his window, as if trying to be sneaky. Tarkahn sighed. Some theives were just too idiotic to handle. Grabbing a knife from his work table, he quietly approached the Fe-Toa, who seemed to be focused on the window she'd just crawled in, and placed the knife at her throat. "I don't know what possessed you to try and steal from me, but I suggest you find some one less intelligent to rob."

OOC:Gah, I don't know when I'm allowed to hit or not. IC Kotak: The Healing rahkshi batted away theicy spear, and kotak raised his sheild as the creature bore down on him. The staff of the Rahkshi claged against it, and Kotak froze it solid, efectively pinning the creature to him, provided it didn't let go of its weapon.

IC Kotak: Dashing aside from the arc of the Rahk's Staff, Kotak rolls, and flashes a large spike of ice at the rahkshi's head.

On a nother note, the atmosphere of MAngaia is super creepy when listening to The Truth and Reconciliation Suite. Which is awesome.

ICKotak: Pressing up against the roughly hewn wall, Kotak holstered his Halberd, and quietly slid the small sword at his side from it's sheathe. He watched the Rahkshi carefully, took a deep breath, and waited in the gloom.

IC Haki: Hearing a commotion from outside, Haki poked out of the hut, and saw a Gukko force rider swooping down from the canopy. He sighed in relief, reinforcements had finally arrived.

IC Andrex: "Ah, thank you," the large Ta-Toa bowed slightly, then turned and walked out the lobby door. Stretching slightly under the light of a lightstone lamp, Andrex began to wander the Koro, taking careful notice of which streets went where. It wouldn't do to get lost, after all. OOC: open for interaction.

So..... With everything being a little chaotic in Le, (and our own ignorance to the situation beforehand) is the small little skirmish just retconned? Or can we edit to say it happened outside to Koro and back into the main fray using the power of bzptime?

IC Kotak: "Pin and strike sounds like our best bet. Anyone ever fought one of these things before...?"

IC Tarkah: The Onu-Matoran grumbled from the cold, and pushed the door open to his small, Ko-Koro workshop, and dropped the scrolls he'd been carrying on the desk. Heaving a sigh he placed a heatstone on the table and began going over the documents he'd brought with him, most of which were schematics for weapons of his or other Onu-koronan design. OOC Still open for interaction, if someone wants to notice and find Tarkah.

IC Haki: Grumbling about recklessness and the folly of over-eager Toa, The Po-Turaga marched purposefully into the hut with the others.