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  1. IC: Zakaro (Arma Virique, Strike Team B, Entering Cove) Casting a glance at the group holed up nearby the Special Weapons spawnpoint- they weren't a problem now, with luck that would continue for a while yet- Zakaro grinned at the remainder of his team. "Time to make a ruckus, eh? Let's go!" And he charged forward, not trying specifically to be an obvious distraction, but at the same time not devoting much time or strength to stealth. This was a small area, and they had the advantage of being on one of the flanks, so to say. There was a tunnel entrance in the cliffs just down to Zakaro's right, that would be a good place to head towards if things got that thick, and the cliff stretched upwards ahead of the group. The beach of the cove, small as it was, curved off towards the left. "I don't see anyone yet, but this is possibly the most well defended stronghold! Watch from above, Zangah, if you could watch from behind as you lack a projectile, that would be most welcome, and feel free to return fire O. I'll scare off that hostile over thataways," Zakaro said, cracking his knuckles and sending a linear shockwave rumbling along the ground towards Hryfon. IC: Nisaduf (Royal Blindside, with Thaera) "True enough," Nisaduf replies, pausing to consider the possibilities. It would show them more action, though Nisa wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to see -that- much action. Alright, What Would a Bionifighter Do? Zakaro would probably charge out looking for battle, Ten would take the time to make some really complex hardlight construct that would ultimately fail, Riss would sing a song or two, perhaps compose one to pass the time, and she didn't know most of the others well enough to say. Hm. "I..maybe we could make a trap or something? Find something useful to do without just deserting the base totally?"
  2. IC: Zakaro (Arma Virique, Strike Team B) "Sounds good, Ma'am!" the Onu-Toa replied, giving a small wave to Dartakh before turning and motioning his Strike Team into the woods. As they walked, Zakaro spoke quickly, telling them each of their roles, at least roughly. Wyrm was to cloak himself and try to make his way up the cliff or in the waters of the cove, whichever he felt suited him more, though it would be preferred to try and scale the cliffs to take down a few of the snipers. Zangah and Owethed were to stay mainly with Zakaro himself, generally making a noise and trying to draw some attention, perhaps even going into the tunnels to force a melee. "Just don't be afraid to back out if we need to, alright? Good. Be on your guard, we're approaching the border." OOC: Strike Team B/The Zavengers approaching border zone between Center, Jungle, and Cove. IC: Nisaduf (Royal Blindside, with Thaera) She chuckles lightly, leaning up against the wall herself. "I suppose that's also an option, though Io appears to disagree. The team probably expects us to just sit tight and repel any attackers, anyway," The Fe-Matoran said, shifting a bit to sigh, frown, and think once more. IC: Ajiseni (Enforcer Fun) Aji backed away. That sword wasn't normal, it certainly wasn't a nice typical sword like her rapier, and she wanted no part in it. If it had mucked up that [Words Censored for the Benefit of the Viewers] so badly, who knows what it would do to a girl like herself. "Isn't anything here normal?"
  3. IC: Nisaduf (Royal Blindside, with Thaera) "I suppose~" the Matoran replied, debating with herself for a moment before continuing. "It would be nice to be doing something, though I don't fancy struggling through the sands again."
  4. IC: Ajiseni (Enforcer Tunnel) And now her tongue was bleeding, judging by the metallic taste of iron invading her mouth suddenly as a scream of shock and surprise rose and died in her throat, only a startled jump and rapid whirling around to face the newcomer remaining of her reaction. Ajiseni just stared at him blankly for a second, just totally unable to comprehend how this Toa was here, why she hadn't noticed him, how he spooked her so much, and just in general the near absurdity of this whole situation. Too shocked for the moment to be mad, Ajiseni could only mutter a few words. "I.. I don't think our, 'wonderful', guide entirely knows herself. Where did you come from, anyway?"
  5. IC: Nisaduf (Royal Blindside) So it was guard duty for her, then. Well, moreso, her name hadn't been called, and since her name hadn't been called that meant she was stuck here. Very fun, indeed. She sighed and idly wandered her way over towards Thaera, who also hadn't seemed to leave. "Hello again, Thaera. You and Io stuck with as lackluster a job as I, that is to say, none?" IC: Sevyn (Royal Blindside) Meanwhile, Sevyn was cooking up some BBQ Kane-Ra Steak, Prime Ribs and all, while making an extra Flaming Hot Pepper on the side. Always handy to have around, indeed! He whistled as he worked, seemingly content to just cook and place the finished artwork-for they were almost more artworks than mere food-onto a table that he had pulled from his apron, along with all the ingredients, the grill, the sauce, and the plates. Just a normal day. "Ah, just like that time they filmed the exotic locations season, this is! That was utterly fantastic, though I am disappointed in the lack of local ingredients here," Sevyn commented to nobody in particular. That was fine. He was used to talking to nobody and everyone at once, being on camera did that. IC: Ajiseni (Enforcer Fun) Aji walked, arms crossed, face set in an expression between annoyance, caution, and internal debate, as she brooded and pondered what had happened thus far. Certainly more interesting than your average day of training, at least.
  6. IC: Ajiseni (Entering The Tunnel) She would've answered the strange metal being that took the form of a beast, but of course yet another Karz-forsaken idiot had to show up and make a Piraka of themselves. "Mata-Nui," Aji muttered, crossing her arms in annoyance and starting towards the tunnel as well, though she glanced back after only hearing her own footsteps for a few seconds.
  7. IC: Ajiseni (Enforcer Group) The Le-Toa shrugs and speaks, waving a hand aimlessly. "Not as if I have anything better to do. Besides, if we've already been through teleportation into an arena, an argument between a veteran-turned-unwilling-staff and actual-staff, seeing whatever you happen to be pop into existence-" here she gestures towards Glaive with another shrug- "and of course this fellow having his arm cut off, regrowing it and the limb turning into a weapon. I'm honestly curious how that works, why aren't his arms just a buncha nubs by now? Speaking of which, since I'm already confused with all the names being thrown around, I'm calling you Nubbins. Easier than whatever you actually said your name was."
  8. IC: Zakaro (Arma Virique, Strike Team B) "Good, good! Glad you could all make it, no problems for lateness, I sincerely doubt a few minutes will really make much of a difference in the end," Zakaro commented, crumpling up the list and almost throwing it into the woods, before shrugging and wedging it within his armor. "Alright! Here's the quick version of the plan, welcome to Strike Team B! We're going to head over to the Cove and try to kill some people, be an annoyance, and perhaps even attack them if a majority of the army seems to be out elsewhere. Otherwise we're more aimed at just slowly degrading whatever defenses are up and being annoying, and trying not to die. Perhaps even go for a Special Weapon if the opportunity arises, we're one of the two offensive groups within Arma Virique. Fun, eh? Any questions may be asked and answered as we head out, but let's be off!" And Zakaro grinned, turned, and began to make his way through the jungle, navigating around trees and not bothering to be quiet. IC: Astaer (Arma Virique, Strike Team A) A quiet thud and the crackle of leaves were the only indicators to Astaer's arrival, as her ghostly form cautiously approached Silvanni, curiosity and questioning written on her face. OOC: Zakaro's Team of Zangah, Owethed, The Wyrm, and Dartahk is henceforth proclaimed the Zavengers. Or Strike Team B. Whichever you prefer.
  9. IC: Zakaro (Arma Virique) With another lapse in silence, Zakaro tried once more to gather his team. "Zangah, Owethed? I need you over here, please!" IC: Bajets (Tahtorak's Fist, with Halken and Alisa) "Not bad," she replied in surprise, taking a cigar and inspecting it, before tucking it into a pocket. "I'll celebrate later, we do have a task to do at the moment."
  10. IC: Zakaro (Arma Virique) "Good good, two people down," the Toa muttered, glancing over the sheet. Only 2 others to go, then, that was good. "Never been called a Brakas Monkey before, I'll give ya that one. Usually it's more along the lines of 'That Karz'in Onu-Toa with the stupidly strong mask and sword," or "Son of a Krom!" Nice change of pace." He pauses and addresses the Wyrm, speaking. "I suppose you're the Wyrm, then? Or at least that's your title, correct? If so, good, if not, then I'm already confused. It's a normal thing, don't worry about it. Doesn't apply to combat. Usually. There have been a few incidents. Moving on, your name is..?" The Onu-Toa finishes by turning to Dartahk with a questioning look, finger sliding down the list to try and match it up. IC: Bajets (Tahtorak's Fist) "Apparently so," Bajets drolly replied, actually somewhat astounded at her brother's willingness to accept the idea of not going all out with just trying to fight everything. It was strangely refreshing to hear Halken actually talking about a battle strategy that didn't consist of just charging and fisticuffs. "Nice suit, by the way, brother dear," she added, inclining her head towards Halken's attire. IC: Ajiseni (Engineering Sector, with Enforcer Group) The Le-Toa already hated this guy. What right did he have to just blatantly accuse her of being an idiot when for all she could tell from his story, he'd be the idiot for accepting to return to this place! If he hated it so much, than there should have been nothing that could have convinced him to return, and it certainly seemed like he returned of his free will. Oh, Aji so wanted to just rip into him, but she would refrain. For now. Besides, this Enforcer person- Aji was fairly sure it was a ma'am by now, and not a sir- hadn't been too bad this far. Perhaps this conversation would change that, but really? Calling her an idiot? Mata Nui, it wasn't like she was drooling out of the sides of her mouth and scratching her head! Clenching her fists, steadying her face into a state of neutrality- hey, being in the army was good for something!- Ajiseni held her tongue. Perhaps this Toa could quiet things down. Ha. Right. And she was skinny, too, while we're on wild hopes.
  11. IC: Zakaro (Arma Virique) Zakaro walked into the sunshine with a grin on his face and names on a paper in his hand. "Alrighty! I need Dartakh, Zangah, Owethed, and 'The Wyrm' over here, please and thank-you very much!" Cracking his knuckles, the Toa waited with a small grin on his face, the plan -well, the rough idea of what they were going to do- in his head, and a list of names in his grasp. This would be great fun, indeed! Wouldn't end badly, not at all, of course not! Why would you ever think that?
  12. IC: Zakaro (Arma Virique) The Onu-Toa jumps and scrambles to regain his grip to no avail, falling out of a tree for the second time that day. Whump. Ouch, that looks like it hurt. He sighs. "...thanks." Once again deciding that yes, this was just the type of round it was to be, Zakaro pushed himself off the ground and headed for the Stronghold. The General called, and Zakaro would answer. IC: Astaer (Arma Virique) Having been dismissed, it seemed, Astaer backed away and quite happily climbed her way back into the trees, moving with a bit less fear and a bit more curiosity. This was her territory, it seemed, and it would do no good to have it be as unfamiliar as the place she had just left.
  13. IC: Bajets (Tahtorak's Fist) She was idly tempted to prove Halken's statement correct, but decided it could wait until he wasn't doing something as important as he seemed to be doing at the moment. She was just one of the soldiers, not anyone amazing in particular, although she would question her dear brother about that later. For now though, leaning against a wall and propping her gunbrella against a leg would suffice. IC: Nisaduf, Sevyn (Royal Blindside) Nisa hung around, not saying much, just kinda taking things in and waiting to be spoken to. At the least she hovered nearby the trapper she had met on the way in. She also allowed the Illusion to just float about, scanning people and taking in appearances and voice tones. Meanwhile, Sevyn had set up camp in a corner of the room and was making a few Stupor Shots for later. Those were always fun to dabble with. IC: Zakaro (Arma Virique) Zakaro eventually steadied the tree, glared at it, and proceeded to begin to walk around the area, climbing up a tree or two to get an overview of the area. He may not appreciate how that other Toa had told him to do something, but Zakaro would admit that he had some decent ideas. At the very least, Zak could locate some nice places to fight in, all these roots didn't make earth powers as viable as a nice, empty plain would. Zak liked plains, those were the best for him. IC: Ajiseni (With Enforcer & Co.) The Le-Toa was just totally lost and still pretty annoyed. The strange many-one being had totally ignored her, and she just wasn't having the best of times. For now, Aji would follow, but if they were rapidly going nowhere, she'd start asking questions and demanding answers. This particular trait of Aji's may or may not have a relation to her skills in dishwashing.
  14. IC: Astaer (Arma Virique) She regards the metallic being for a few moments more, deciding that for now, she would respect this being. That didn't mean Astaer would let her guard down, oh no. She had the scars to prove that letting one's guard down was never a good thing. With a last wary glance, Astaer let go of the limb and slid her way down the trunk, using vines to avoid the rougher bark and slow herself as well. It was only a few seconds before she let herself just slip from the tree and freefall the last few feet to the ground, landing in a 3-point stance before rising to a standing, though tensed position. Locking onto Noroi's eyes again, the Korumine quickly inclined her head and tilted forward slightly, with the addition of a bend of the knees it displayed an act of confirmation and acknowledgement all at once. Perhaps this being could earn the right to be spoken to, in time. IC: Zakaro (Arma Virique) "Great! I do nothing, I get yelled at, and yet if I go away, I'd get yelled at too!" Clearly annoyed, the Toa gets up and walks down the slope of his seat, angrily swinging his sword as he went. "What do you want me to do then, just stand around and cut trees?" At that statement he turned and chopped at a nearby trunk, his Mask kicking in reflexively to make the cut through the wood a clean one, even though the tree was easily thrice his size. Zakaro soon realized his mistake and jumped forward, grabbing onto the tree to keep it from falling. "Fan-karzin'-tastic. This round is going to be swell, I can already tell." IC: Nisaduf (Royal Blindside) "Into the darkness, I suppose," she muttered, following the majority of the group and the ghost. Why they all had to go in, she couldn't tell, but whatever. What the general wants, the general gets. IC: Sevyn (Royal Blindside) Sevyn finished his smoothie. Sevyn went inside the pyramid and followed the people. "Ah, much better! This is much cooler than outside! Ho-ho, hear that echo!" Sevyn was amused. IC: Bajets (Tahtorak's Fist) Thunder crashed, lightning roared, Bajets swore, and sprinted for the stronghold. There were many things she was willing to do, and while getting wet was sometimes one of them, getting wet without a reason was not. She'd go inside, thank-you very much. IC: Ajiseni (Comfort Sector, with pretty much everyone not in round) "Good to meet you.. too.." She trailed off as lots of things happened, leaving her confused and rather annoyed. Getting annoyed was a bit of a danger reflex, if she was to be honest with herself. Bad things happening? Get mad! Well, not mad-mad, ticked off, annoyed. Not all-inducing, logical-thought losing rage, just annoyance. "Could you shut up?" She snapped, aiming the comment at Intavus and his copies. "He-she-gah, the person will tell us when they tell us, it doesn't help any to ask them constantly! What is it with you people and totally ignoring social norms, Mata-Nui..."
  15. IC: Zakaro (Arma Virique) "I heard my name!" "...I vote me?" After getting no more of a response than a few strange looks, the Toa of Earth shrugged and casually created an earthen chair, raised up to be visible among the trees, and took a seat to wait. IC: Astaer (Arma Virique) This being knew her name. How did it-was it a she?-know Astaer's name? Was it a Psionics user? It didn't seem to be so, most Psionics users were more frail, and not a hulking mass of armor like this being was. Was it safe? That was the real question. On one hand, if the being landed a hit on Astaer, it might be the end for the Korumine. On the other, she had the speed to easily outrun it if it was so required. With a breath and silent prayer to whatever deity ruled this place, Astaer allowed her form to become slightly more solid than usual and swung down from her perch, wrapping her legs around a lower branch to hang at about Noroi's eye level, perhaps a little higher, muscles tensed for action depending upon the armored being's reaction. For now, Astaer would listen and converse without words. IC: Nisaduf (Royal Blindside) "Nisaduf," the Fe-Matoran returned, grabbing the end of Thaera's staff to pull herself up and onto the stone with a sigh of relief. "Yours?"
  16. IC: Nisaduf (Royal Blindside) She laughs merrily, the sound less hoarse than she was expecting- wow, had the desert really taken that much of a toll on her?- and continued onward, light smile on her face. "It seems most of the people in this tournament do. Have a mouth, I mean. Not just like, uh, well, i.. oh, nevermind!" Flushing, Nisaduf turns away. Seems the caffeine hadn't kicked in yet, how sad. She was still somewhat tired. IC: Ajiseni (Comfort Sector, with Agraney) She huffs and speaks again with a roll of the eyes. "Of course not. Perhaps I won't share my name, then. How about that!" It was only a second after she spoke that exactly what that would imply struck her, and Ajiseni sighed. "I.. fine. Just call me... uh, I dunno. Flygal? Jetwing? Oh, whatever! The name's Ajiseni, four arms, Lt. Ajiseni of the Mata Nuian Air Force, serial 0-3-5-0-9."
  17. IC: Ajiseni (Comfort Sector, with Agraney) Her reply was a annoyed 'har-umpf,' the Le-Toa crossing her arms and meeting the other's gaze steadily. She had seen uglier. ...okay. She had seen uglier in pictures. It was only a few seconds of stare-off before she spoke again. "What? Do you expect me to just offer my name now? Mata Nui, you'll never survive if all you do to converse with people is awkward hinting and blank staring!" IC: Nisaduf (Royal Blindside, approaching Pyramid) "I'm going to assume that you're not talking to me, since I haven't shared my name yet and it's certainly not Io," Nisaduf dryly commented, climbing another rise in the sands and sliding down the backside, just happy to not have to walk for even a few meters. "Care to share?" IC: Zakaro (Arma Virique) "..no? Fine, I'll do it myself." Grumbling, the Toa of Earth flipped himself over and pushed off the ground, rising to his feet in one fluid motion and yawned, stretching. "Alright! Where in Karz are we, how is everyone, and what do I do?"
  18. IC: Nisaduf (Royal Blindside) She didn't bother replying, just slowed down somewhat to a pace that was comfortable for her and allowed the rest of the army to troop forward faster than her. Nisa could care less, she was attempting to get her breathing under control and that was more important than just keeping up with the pack of people. "Sand... and small feet.. is not a.... good combination." IC: Ajiseni (With Agraney) She took two steps out of her room and thus into the hallway, freeing herself from the confines of it, before realizing just what he had said. "AY! I resent that! It's not like you're super thin yourself, mister, you have no right to be commenting on my weight!"
  19. IC: Nisaduf (Royal Blindside) She glanced over at the other and then focused back on her task, replying inbetween panting breaths. Of course they couldn't spawn them inside the pyramid, nooo... "There... are times... when being this small... is useful for... dodging..." "This... is not... one of those... times."
  20. IC: Ajiseni (Comfort Sector, with Agraney) "Well, SORRY, but since I can't exactly GET OUT, I'd say you're IN MY WAY!" The Le-Toa shot back, annoyance already building. Mata Nui, couldn't anyone have a little sympathy for a gal that just rolled in? IC: Bajets (The Tahtorak's Fist) She had barely turned to regard her brother when Mirror had fallen backwards, and she couldn't even respond to that before the Host cut in and everything warped around her. Bajets just took in the landscape for a while, not sure how to feel about this. On one hand, it was a good defensible position, on the other hand, Halken hadn't selected her for Lt., and it was wet. Bajets didn't like getting wet. For the second time in as many minutes, Bajets' palm met her face. "This... is not going to end well." With a sigh, she turned and headed for the stronghold. At least in there she had a chance of not getting rained on. IC: Nisaduf (Royal Blindside) She had just started shuffling back to her room, not waiting to see the other's reaction, when the world shifted and dropped her, without the blanket or coffee, in the desert. She sighed. Guess she was done with that rest period. Glancing around and not recognizing anyone instantly, she just groaned and turned to follow the rest, being forced to nearly run just to keep up with the others. Sometimes being short just meant you got the short end of the stick, literally. IC: Sevyn (Royal Blindside) Sevyn blinked as that same voice he had heard over the recording talked about some stuff he didn't pay attention too, and then suddenly he was in a desert. He burst out laughing. "My, what a show this is! I think I can enjoy this, even if it's not my typical forte!" With another rumbling chuckle, he headed towards the pyramid with the rest, absently pulling some fruit, milk, and a cup from his apron to make a quick smoothie, which he happily began to sip. This was glorious! Much more professional than the Pits of Chef in Stelt, at least most of them. IC: Zakaro (Arma Virique) Suddenly Zakaro fell out of a tree. ...that's about it. He did wake up, and groggily stared at the canopy for a few seconds, very confused. "..I'm in a round, aren't I? Of course I am. How rhetorical of me. Fan-tas-tic." He lay there for a few seconds before speaking again. "Well? Can anyone help me up? Please?" IC: Astaer (Arma Virique) She was just about to move again when her world moved for her, landing her in a dense jungle. Surrounded by people. With weapons. Eyes wide and not daring to make a sound, Astaer quite quickly ascended a tree and crouched in the branches, hiding herself from view best she could. She was not happy with the current situation, and that showed.
  21. IC: Bajets (Commercial Sector, with Mirror) "If eventually means fighting something big, ugly, and has no right to exist, then yes. He will turn up." Ignoring Mirror's shuffling in the background, she sighed and dropped her face into her palm. She couldn't have a normal brother, nooo, she got the brother that had to fight anything bigger and uglier than him, and the one who was more of a handful than keeping the Von Zakaz's businesses running. That was a feat within itself. IC: Astaer (Knowledge Sector, with Sesdec) She spins around frantically, nearly backing into the hallway with eyes wide as a being appeared out of seemingly nowhere, and proceeded to cover himself in books. Swallowing her fear and hoping he was as harmless as he looked, Astaer carefully moved a bit closer, still crouched down, lips parted in a soundless question of identity. IC: Ajiseni (Comfort Sector) Ajiseni was one confused Le-Toa. Everything had been going great, she was flying out to her first ever post on the front lines- how exciting!- when suddenly the world went white and she crashed into a soft, fluffy bed. The message that followed only helped somewhat. She was still confused, but also reluctantly enthusiastic. On one hand, she should really be helping her comrades, but this did sound like fun... Frowning, she opened the door to find herself face-to-limb with some rather large being, with bioluminescent armor and.. 4 arms? "Heellloo? Excuse me! You're kinda in the way, mister!" OOC: Ajiseni interacting with Nubbins and Urashimako.
  22. IC: Bajets (Commercial Sector, with Mirror) "Not that I know of, and besides, hadn't it started before we began to eat? In any case, it just ended. How peculiar. Halken!" Abruptly she stops from her musings to yell, probably shocking poor Mirror in the process, while standing up somewhat irate. It was hard enough keeping track of him when he did tell her where he was running off to! IC: Astaer (Knowledge Sector, interacting with Sesdec) She freezes as someone makes a sound. It's not the usual quiet conversation, nor is it a shout of joy or irritation. Without pausing a moment more, she crouches down even more, eyes flashing from side to side, wide open with fear and the fight or flight reaction starting to overwhelm her logical thinking. She allows herself to take a few deep breaths, trying to glance around the corner to see if anyone was there. Who had made that noise, and were they friend or foe? She didn't even notice the Toa of Paper in his perch, just a few shelves above her crouching body.
  23. Name: Ajiseni Species: Le-Toa Power/Weapon 1: A standard issue rapier, used for close combat. The hand is guarded, while the sword itself is very good at stabbing. Slashing is less effective, and blocking runs the risk of denting or breaking the sword, so deflections are a must. Power/Weapon 2: A belt of pressurized air grenades. Her natural powers fill each container with pressurized air, which can then be thrown to create an explosion of wind and force. She has 5 grenades in total, which can be retrieved and reused, but they require a suitable amount of time to repressurize and must be retrieved by hand. Power/Weapon 3: Air boosters. While she is a Toa of Air, her elemental energy is directly linked into her armor and as such can only show itself through that venue, allowing her to fly or shoot small bursts of air to deflect some projectiles, boost her forward in an air-blast, and even create a nice cooling breeze. Appearance: Ajiseni‏ is a, ehem, 'well-nourished', generally friendly and somewhat excitable Le-Toa standing above average height. Her weight, while specifics will not be mentioned, is greater than most Toa simply because Toa have this strange little skinny trait that seems to have skipped over Ajiseni. Her armor is mainly lime, covering her grey body, with some silver highlights. Little jets adorn her body, with notable locations being the wrists, ankles, back, shoulders, knees, and waist, and with her shoulders also being adorned with wing-fins she fits the role of a bulky plane rather well. She's got a constant wild, careless grin, which adorns her visored mask along with a pair of flight goggles. Yes, she has a visor and goggles. Just how she rolls. Bio: Lt. Ajiseni was one of a few soldiers who were selected to become the Mata-Nui Air Force in the Universe War, fighting for the freedom of Matoran everywhere against the evils of the Alliance of Profit, consisting of Xia, Stelt, and the Dark Hunters. Metru Nui, Mata Nui, and the Northern Continent banded together to make the United Defense, and the rest was history! Literally. They're writing down in the history books and everything. Sadly, before she could be sent into true combat, Ajiseni was sucked into the Bionifight Tournament. Personality/Other: Ajiseni is a female, thank-you very much, and is your go-to gal for anything in the air! She's flighty, spontaneous, overly adventurous, and overall her personality fits her element, always shifting a little and a bit insubstantial but all the same it's always there, whether in your face or just happily existing.
  24. IC: Bajets (Commercial Sector, with Mirror) She finished off her second slice of pizza and replied as she reached for a third, selecting a napkin to wipe at her lips. "Indeed it is, Mirror. There's a reason I don't often travel out of it, and even then it's usually to rescue my dear brother. Speaking of him, how the Karz has he managed to sneak off without my notice?" She frowns and stands, looking around fruitlessly for her still-absent brother. IC: Astaer (Knowledge Sector) This seemed like a nightmare. It had been long, an hour or two perhaps, and yet she was still trapped in this endless nightmare of unfamiliarity. The Korumine hated not knowing where she was, it was not something she often experienced and certainly not something she enjoyed. Unfamiliarity left her without places she knew was safe, good paths to run away on, and even just a general concept of her world. This was all foreign, scary, and perhaps deadly. Carefully, ever carefully, her ghost-like figure slid and slipped among the shelves of the Knowledge Sector, her eyes scanning for movement and safety. Perhaps she could find a safe place, or even someone who wouldn't attack her on sight like those other people. If barging into a room with weapons drawn wasn't a sign of hostility, then the Dark Hunters really needed to work on their body language. OOC: Astaer open for interaction in the Knowledge Sector.
  25. IC: Nisaduf (Comfort Sector, with Ilyin) She was tempted to throw her coffee in his face, but that would be a waste of the liquid. A smirk rose as an idea sparked in her mind, something she had once seen on the broadcasts, except it was a lot more bloody then. It was simple to call the Illusion and bring it up, ready for her command. "Somewhat, but I'd say this is a lot more magical myself." At her words, she pulled back sharping, tugging her hand from his grasp, but at the same time the Illusion jumped into play. They cloaked Ilyin's hand, making it seem as if it didn't exist, while forming the appearance of the hand still grasped in Nisa's own. It would seem like she had tugged his hand clean off. "Whoops. Don't know my own strength sometimes. Here, I'll give it back." With another movement, she tossed the 'hand' into the air and transferred her coffee to the right, catching the flying 'hand' with her left hand. In one smooth motion, she leaned forward and slapped Ilyin's right hand, the 'hand' disappearing as the Illusion revealed his real hand, still attached to his arm. To him, it would hopefully seem like she had just slapped his hand back on. "There! Alll better!" And Nisaduf leaned back and sipped her coffee, rust-colored lips still turned up in a mischievous smile. IC: Sevyn (Commercial Sector, with Yuri) "To be totally honest, I have no idea! Was just hosting another of my countless Cook-Offs in the Barbecue Pit when the mist rose and I found myself here, talking to nobody but myself! I soon rectified that, of course, but nonetheless it was the oddest of occurrences!" He pauses and realizes that Donrioda hadn't followed him over to the table, last he knew, and glanced around confusedly. "Though it seems my companion has lost me, and I her!" IC: Bajets (Commercial Sector) A small smile comes to her face as she continues, describing her own home. "Ah, yes. Zakaz. It is a marvelous place, not overly filled with neither nature nor technology, placed precisely in the middle in a wonderful combination of brass and steam. All of Zakaz runs on pure white steam, just liquid protodermis heated to its boiling point and forced through everything one could think of to power our homes, work, and cities. But unlike Metru Nui, Zakaz still has a wilder side, where we have yet untamed the island from the Rahi who live there." She lets out a chuckle at that, adding to her last statement. "Not that Halken hasn't tried to tame them, multiple times over."
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