Wade.

Sorry to anyone waiting on me for stuff, I've been swamped with school and other responsibilities. Hopefully I can get around to posting relatively soon.

I've seen the sonar wires you're talking about, and they seem far too advanced for what the island offers, to the point of it being foreign tech. They're basically a poor man's Arthron (on top of their regular mask) so I'd ask staff for approval before someone goes walking around with them. I don't mean to call out said person, but I'd strongly recommend switching to an Arthron in a feasibly IC way instead; buying the wires at a local store for such a low price strikes me as a cheap and easy workaround for a major weakness (i.e. blindness), and leaves room for abuse by the rest of the playerbase. As for the island's tech, we're in a weird spot. It's sort of in the middle of an industrial revolution, though a lot of things are still crude and primitive. If I were to compare it to the real world, I wouldn't put it past the early 1900's for your general tech; we're comparable in some areas but several others lag behind. Any advanced gizmos would either be special cases unique to the BZPRPG's flexibility or considered foreign tech.

Kovsorr

OOC: No worries, bro. School's a busy time for us all. IC: Rungui "Is that all it takes to shut you up? Man, maybe I shouldn't give this away." He shrugged, then abruptly dropped the revolver into Dal's hands.

IC: Volin "Thanks," Volin said, tilting the cup to his lips so he could take a few generous gulps, seemingly unaffected by the tea's near-boiling temperature. There was a certain bitterness to it, softened only by a flowery aroma and sweet aftertaste he didn't recognize. Nothing too offensive, but not exactly his favourite drink in the world. If he ever drank it again, it would probably be out of courtesy or for the supposed health benefits. "So, what were you guys doing before all of this?"

IC: Volin "#### me," Volin breathed as he leaned back into the couch, eyes glued to the ceiling. The news fatigued him more than it annoyed him. "Trava, how's that tea looking?"

IC: Volin Volin said nothing as he held back his snark through gritted teeth and a clenched fist. The pain, while intense, only lasted a brief moment, receding into a vibrant echo by the time Oceanna finished with the bandages. "Thank you," he murmured in a grudging tone. "How long 'till we don't have to do this anymore?"

Ghidora, because he's spaghetti ready.

IC: Volin Can't it wait? Volin thought irritably, though he already knew the answer would be a resounding 'No.' He shot Oceanna a look, grumbling silently as he unfastened his bandages. "Trava, you might want to look away." The wrapping came loose, leaving his stump exposed in all its sickly glory. The flesh was pink and raw, however the bleeding had gone down to a minimum as signs of healing took hold over time. Volin's face went stony when he regarded the wound, green eyes tracing every detail down to the last fibre until he felt sick and had to stop looking at it. "Make it quick."

IC: Volin "I'm more of a coffee guy but I don't mind tea," Volin shrugged, licking the juice off his fingers. Just then, his favourite Toa of earth strode into the living room, clearly weathered by the sun as she settled down on the couch. He nodded in greeting. "Oceanna, do you drink tea?"

IC: Volin Volin took a seat on a couch across from Trava and watched her play with her food. In a way, she reminded him of Alfon, how he'd always do stuff like that. It made him wonder in passing what his younger brother was up to. "Yeah, the bikini kinda gave it away," Volin quipped. "You hunt, right? Or am I thinking of someone else?"

IC: Volin Volin followed her gaze all the way to his stump. "I'm fine," he said briskly, only to catch himself right after. With an inaudible breath, he eased himself into a more relaxed tone of voice. "It aches sometimes, but it's okay for the most part. Learning how to function's the real pain." He paused. Talking about it was apparently a step in the right direction, but he wasn't so sure. It made him feel vulnerable, and he didn't like to be pitied. "And what about you?" he asked, reversing the subject. "Got any plans?"

IC: Volin "Oh hey, thanks," Volin replied, working up a half smile. Even though he'd been the loner type his whole life, company counted for more nowadays and he appreciated the Lesterin's sporadic visits. He wouldn't label her as a friend since they were more associates than anything, though he found they got along reasonably well, considering his less than friendly demeanour. He also found her rather attractive, which might have had something to do with it. "You're looking well," he said, biting into another cube. "Want some?"

For the rahkshi hunters in Kini: timeskip's a go, something like one to two weeks after cashing out in Onu.

OOC: Timeskip from Kini, roughly a week or two after cashing out in Onu. IC: Volin Now more than ever, Volin liked to read. Ever since he rented the beach house almost a week ago, not a day had passed where he wasn’t sitting on the porch, lost in a book for hours on end. He’d dashed through a murder mystery, a dystopian novel, and now he was in the middle of a physics textbook, sifting through topics like gravity and thermodynamics. The constant flow of information left little room for his mind to wander, and he found it a healthy distraction that helped him forget. He would only get up to eat, go to washroom or to light up a smoke, though apparently literature curbed his nicotine addiction. Not that he minded- it was a bad habit he’d been trying to kick for years. A light breeze tugged at the pages of his book and tickled the sweat dotting his forehead. It was a typical beach day, hot, sunny, slightly humid, and just cruising into the afternoon. Volin hadn’t gone for a swim yet, not even once, mostly because he didn’t know how to swim with one arm. He knew he’d have to learn eventually, just as he was relearning how to perform the simplest of tasks, like unscrewing a jar. It was annoying, infuriating even, and sometimes he’d throw his hands up and go sulk for a while. Fortunately, his stubborn pride would lure him back until he finally succeeded. Consequently, it kept him from seeking help. He looked out towards the ocean. The waves didn’t exactly beckon to him. I should go. He sighed. His book folded with an audible plop, and he put it down on the side table as he stood up. The sudden urge to smoke was strong, but he ignored it. Maybe food would settle his nerves. A fruit bowl greeted Volin when he entered the kitchen. In it were apples, oranges, bananas, and more. He settled on a mango, flipping it once in the air before catching it and resting it against a cutting board. He applied a little pressure with his hand to keep the the fruit in place while he willed a knife into the air via telekinesis. As if wielded by a ghost chef, the blade diligently set to work, pausing only for Volin to readjust his grip. After some time, the core had been stripped of all its meat, and he plopped a cube of what he’d diced into his mouth. “Mm. That’s good,” he mumbled.

boi this ship is gonna sink faster than kalama's raiders

OOC: Just timeskip onto the train; you guys are in the same cart. IC: This isn't going to work, Dalyn thought. Three people. That’s all they had. Three people. Four if you wanted to get technical, but conjoined twins only added up to one body in the end. Dalyn sighed, fingers drumming against her armrest. For one long minute she closed her eyes, allowing herself to be lulled by the Iron Mahi’s soft thrum. It soared across the desert, smooth and steady save for the occasional bump along the way. She didn’t know the exact details but apparently it used magnetism to rotate the wheels, powered by solar panels lining the roof. Dalyn had never been technologically inclined, but she had to admit: the Onu-Matoran really were brilliant. Maybe she’d have to pay them a visit if she wasn’t dead or in prison by the end of this. Opening her eyes, she swivelled her head to the left where Kynaera sat beside her. She tapped the Ba-Toa on the shoulder, shifting her attention from the window. “It’s time,” Dalyn announced, before looking to the right where Taranis and Tenjin occupied both seats. A quick nod conveyed the same message. She craned her neck to get a good look at the rest of their surroundings. Most people in the cart were Matoran, though she spotted a few Toa aside from the guards stationed at both ends. Problematic, but hopefully they could be contained if worse came to worst. Otherwise, they’d have a few dead civilians to explain in court. Their tip hadn’t been clear where the gold would be. All she knew was that the shipment was stashed near the back of the train, and no one besides the authorities were allowed back there. Dalyn wasn’t known for her charm, so she wouldn’t even try to persuade her way past the guard; that was Kynaera’s job. If things went south, Dalyn and the twins would be ready.

Sign me up.

IC: Alfon "Speech!" I yelled through cupped hands.

IC: Volin "You must be in more shock than I am, Fatty," Volin muttered, carefully detaching himself from the Tiokaha. A few slow, tender steps proved that he was still weak, maybe on the verge of passing out. Frankly, that's all he wanted; to sleep, to fall into a void oblivious to the world. He wouldn't feel a thing. No pain, no tormenting thoughts about the future. Only bliss. Gently, he propped his back against the ravine wall and slid down against its mossy surface. "Oceanna," he attempted weakly, beckoning for her with a lazy tilt of his head. He deposited his rucksack by his hip, then fished out a small metal cylinder. Inside was a pasty green salve, made up of natural ingredients that worked wonders on cuts. It wasn't a hospital-grade disinfectant but it would do, he hoped. "I need you to apply this," he held out the container. "Then change my bandages, alright?" His eyelids felt heavy. "After that uh..." Suddenly, his head began to droop. "I think..." Slowly, his arm fell. "I think I'm gonna take a nap..." And then, mercifully, he slept.

There are a few PCs in Ga that probably would be open to interaction, though none I think that would join a pirate crew.

Feel free to move us along and out of there.

IC: Rungui "Nah, your sense of time was always awful."

IC: Thel "The Dermis Turtle Shell," Thel repeated. "Alright, I'll check it out. Thanks." A flicker of silence passed. It was time to leave. "Well, Viis, I guess I'll see you around," he drawled, angling his feet away from her. "Good luck with your training, eh? Hope it works out."

IC: Thel "Oh uh," Thel stuttered, taken aback by Viis' sudden embrace. A moment's hesitation passed before he returned the gesture, followed by an awkward neck rub when they let each other go. He had expected a handshake, not a hug. "Don't mention it. I was headed there anyway, so it's just convenient that I ran into you." A pause, then a question. "By the way, do you know any cheap inns around town? I still need to find a place to crash for the night."