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IC: Alfon "Get used to it." I grinned, walking us up the gangplank. "It's gonna be a long ride to Ko if you don't."
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IC: Alfon "~Daaaaaaaaang it feels good to be a gangstaaaaaa~"
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IC: Alfon "Yeah man, I'm straight thuggin now." I threw in a hand sign for good measure.
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IC: Alfon "I dunno, Plag. Ever since I let go of that badge, I've been seriously considering theft. This boat might be the trigger."
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OOC: He actually only said that to Patches in his hut. IC: Gapori As if to answer Paq's question, I simply pointed to Bolu. "Bo, I haven't even mentioned what I've got planned yet, and you're already aware of what's going on. Either you're more psychic than I am or a no-good eavesdropper." I give him a suspicious look before readjusting my bag. "But yeah, we're going to see the Queen. Newbies'll have plenty of time to learn the ropes later, so it shouldn't hurt too much. Unless, y'know, she decides to hang us." I shrugged. "If you're coming with, grab your stuff and meet us by the edge of town."
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IC: Gapori "Yeah well, you might not feel that way when she screams 'off with their heads!'" I commented, tossing him a burlap sack. "We're headed north. Take what you can from this pile and come find me outside. Hopefully it'll be as easy to convince Bolu and a few others to come with." With that said, I hauled my bag over my shoulder and picked up a rusty bucket on my way out. It was just another stale day outside, which was good because I didn't want to have to deal with acid rain or sandstorms on our little trip to the tower. Took me less than a minute to find Bolu's shack, and it didn't look like anyone was awake when I got there. So of course, I knocked as loud as I possibly could. "Anyone still alive in there?"
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IC: Gapori "Actually, I had something else in mind." I rummaged around a rather big pile of junk in my corner, stuffing a bunch of it into a tattered bag. Clearly I'd been hoarding for a while now. "How do you feel about paying the Mad Queen a visit?"
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IC: Gapori Usually, I try not to think too hard about my predicament. I'm already an edgy cynic because of it. Still, I couldn't sleep last night, and when it's just you and your head for hours on end, it's hard not to think. About the wasteland, who I am, how I got here... Brought back a whole lot of questions into perspective. Questions without answers. Answers that won't come if I keep on going like this. So my mind's already made up when I wake up. If I'm gonna die here, it's not gonna be on my #####, waiting around for something good to happen. I'm sick of scraping by every day, starving and wondering whether I'll wake up at all, and frankly, none of that's gonna change unless we do something. I get up and rub face, picking away at the sand crusting up my eyelids before nudging Patches on the shoulder. "Yo, it's time to get up."
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You can pretty much roll with whatever colour combination you want here, it doesn't have to adhere to canon. It's totally cool if you have something like a blue Toa of fire or a pink Toa of water, so yeah, it would fit. The same goes for gender, by the way. Element doesn't determine your character's gender in the BZPRPG, though the Dasaka are predominantly female with a ratio of 40:1. You can read up on them in the Kentoku Archipelago topic.
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IC: Gapori I shrug. "Never been to the tower myself, so I'm not familiar with the details. All I know for sure is that she's a Toa, and whatever she's doing is working 'cause we wouldn't be sitting here otherwise. You want more info, your best bet is to talk to Maru." With that said, I slow down to a full stop, pointing to a hut right beside us. "Well guys, this is where Patches and I get off for the night. Let's pick this up in the morning, alright?" OOC: Timeskip to morning?
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IC: Gapori "Trust me, you'll be seeing a lot more than just sand and rocks once dehydration kicks in. Makes for a few good hallucination stories from time to time." I chuckle, remembering my own run-in with a magical oasis surrounded by mountains of food. "But um, you're gonna be looking junk most of the time, stuff like scrap metal, wood, anything really. We don't have a lot to work with out here, so nothing's worthless or goes to waste. A lot of it goes to the Mad Queen actually, who gives us water in return." I pause, giving Paq and Patches a moment to digest. "I don't know much about her but she guards the only spring in the wasteland, which is located by her tower, north of Canus. She's willing to share for a price, though barely enough to keep us afloat. That's why we're always scavenging for anything worthwhile to trade."
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IC: Viloz "There's a bathroom around the corner, if you need it." Viloz suggested, jotting down an order of Takea on his notepad. "Might want to have a look at yourself in the mirror, if you haven't already. I didn't know what I looked like when I first woke up here." With that piece of advice, he disappeared once more into the kitchen.
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IC: Gapori I don't laugh with the new guy but I grin nonetheless. He just earned a spot in my hut. "Patches, you're with me for the night." I said, briefly nodding to Maru. "Bolu, you can have Paq. Maybe we can meet up tomorrow morning and show them the ropes together, eh?"
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IC: Viloz Viloz offered his hand. "What he said. You alright?"
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IC: Alfon I whistled nice and low. "Nice." I whispered, eyeing the ship up and down. It was already a bonus that we didn't have to walk all the way to Ko-Koro, so this was just icing on the cake. The red was really doing it for me, especially.
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IC: Viloz Viloz nodded. "And you, Cyr? Made up your mind yet?"
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OOC: Whoops, slight misunderstanding on my part then IC: Gapori "So eloquent, so polite, so precise!" I chuckle, unaware of the subtle mania in my voice. "No need to be so stiff, Paq. If there's one thing this village needs, it's to loosen up a little. Everyone's so busy scavenging and rotting that I haven't heard a single good joke since I got here." I undrape my arm from Patches' shoulders, but not before handing him my canteen. "I've already got a roommate so I can only take about two of you. Any more than that, and we'll have an overly intimate slumber party on our hands."
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IC: Gapori "Yes Bo, we definitely do." I cut in, joining up with the crowd. "It's not like Paq and I haven't been living here for the past few weeks or anything." I roll my eyes. "Don't act like you don't know us. We saw you at yesterday's cookout." I look over at the newcomer and put my arm around his shoulder, lightly poking him in the chest. "This guy, though, he's a green bean. Patches, right? Yeah, why don't you give him some shelter instead. Paq and I already have our own holes to die in." OOC: That's Bolu he's talking to
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IC: Gapori "Oh goodie," I deadpan, not encouraged in the slightest. "More people to share in our misery." My hand reflexively reaches for my canteen. There's not a lot of water when I swish it around, so I'm not gonna be too happy if I have to share what little I have left. Who knows, maybe Paq'll save the day this time, he's a better guy than I am. "Well, let's go check it out then." I say, getting a move on. It's not a long walk to where the figures are standing, and eventually I make out three of them, recognizing Dessimus right away though I'm not familiar with the other two. Obviously he's beaten us to the punch, which is amazing because from the look of things, he's already offering them some water. Taking one for the team. Good guy, Dessi. "Yo!" I wave upon approach. "Dessi, looking dapper as always. You got some new friends with you, I see." OOC: Ayo, Dessimus, Krahno, Moega.
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OOC: Ask and ye shall receive. Interacting with Torpaq. IC: Gapori If you're wondering who's winning, it's Jazz Hands, though I can't tell you by how much. I lost count when his lead hit something in the thirties. Anyway, the game's been a blast but now I'm starting to get bored, so I call it quits with a final loss when his paper beats my rock. "Aight Jazzy, I'm gonna go check the mail." I say, dusting myself off. "Still waiting to hear from my girlfriend." "We don't get mail, moron." "And I don't have a girlfriend. It was a joke, bud, get with the times." I wave and exit the hut, wondering whether I actually did have a girlfriend before coming here. The fact that I can't remember anything doesn't bother me so much as the fact that I'm forced to starve in the world's biggest dump. Either that or I go test my luck against the wastes, and we all know that's just a one way ticket to a lonely death without answers. I'd usually consider that out of the question, but frankly, it's just a matter of time before we get desperate. I look around and notice a grey figure with pink eye (ba-dum-tss!), so I walk over to him. Got nothing better to do. "Yo Paq!" I shout. "What's good, little man?"
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IC: Gapori There's not a lot to keep you busy in Canus. No books, no boardgames, no anything. Just scrap metal, sand, sand, more sand, rocks, and a bunch of deranged vagabonds with imaginary friends. 'Course, I'm not one of them. Not yet, anyway. I mean, I've only been here a month, and my armour's already lost most of its pigment. If I'm not dead in a few weeks (which I most likely will be), it'll start to rust. Next up is me losing my mind, and after that, probably my dignity. Little does anyone know that I'm only a few months away from turning this place into my own private bathroom. Not like they'd give a hoot. They're insane, y'know? So yeah, life's looking pretty swell. Here I am just chilling in this dirty hut, hanging out with Jazz Hands. Dude's hands won't stop shaking, and he looks like he's about to shank someone half the time. I'd play a game of bloody knuckles with him but I think the stress would get to me, so we've been playing roshambo for the past hour. Thrilled to be here. OOC: Gapori open for interaction.
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Ayo. Name: Gapori Race: Ce-Matoran Gender: Male Mask: Powerless Pakari Abilities/Skills: Resistance to mind control and telepathy, surprisingly durable and agile, good at running away. Equipment: A crude shiv manufactured from rusted scrap metal, and a small cloth pouch. Appearance: The wasteland’s been hard on Gapori. His blue and gold armour has been worn down to a mix of grey and silver, often hidden beneath a tattered brown cloak. He looks tired and fed up yet he’s often seen with an uneasy smile and an alert, wide-eyed glare. He's taller than the average Matoran and retains an athletic physique, his cracked yellow heartlight being the only thing truly broken beside his mind. Personality: Gapori's an unhinged young man, a true cynic fuelled by stress alone. He’s not afraid to express himself, so he can be dramatic, sarcastic and strongly opinionated as a result. Despite the erratic front, he’s still a hopeful guy with some redeeming qualities, chiefly his resolve. Many find him hardworking, a good friend sometimes, and though he may act like a sissy in the face of danger, he’ll face it head on when it needs to be done. Weakness: Volatile, anxious, socially awkward
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IC: Viloz "Yeah, we've got Takea steak." Viloz replied, pointing to the midsection of the Ta-Toa's menu. "Comes with vegetables and your choice of side, so potatoes however you like 'em, salad, coleslaw or more veggies. That or you can get the surf and turf combo for extra, which replaces the side with Fusa steak." He flipped through the menu himself. "We have plenty of other fish and meat on selection if that doesn't interest you."
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OOC: Sorry about the wait, been busy IC: Viloz "You got it." Viloz said, coming back with a glass of Bula juice right after. "You guys ready to order food yet or do you want a few more minutes?"
