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IC: Even as Tali started to move closer to Zack, the chains started to darken. "GO!" Quincy's panicked voice rang out, the shadows starting to creep through their glowing confinement. Tali picked Zack up telekinetically and hurled him through the portal, running toward it herself as she threw Alaric too. The portal closed behind her as she jumped out, falling on the ground. *** Quincy looked up at the bound orb of shadow above her, shivering in the sudden cold. And then a spike of solid dark energy ripped out of the chains, downward, downward... And stabbed Madysyn Quincy through her heart. The mindscape... Went dark. IC: ??? A flash of purple energy was visible on the horizon, and the runner changed direction toward it. Whatever it was... might be worth something to the right person. As she got closer, she saw... "Alaric Carlisle?" She asked in disbelief, laughing. "And Tali Relo? I never thought I'd see you two out here." Tali sighed, picking herself up off the ground with a wince. "Coe... I thought you were dead."

IC: "No." Quincy was talking, but her voice sounded as if it was coming from the landscape, reverberating in the trees, shaky the dream world. This is my mind. The darkness faltered as purple light started to emanate from Quincy, nothing more than a glow... But when the destruction hit the wave of light, it stopped. The blackness flew back down, trying to crush and smother the light, but the light held it back. The glow solidified into chains, surrounding and binding the King. "This is my mind, you ," Quincy repeated, clenching her fist, the chains tightening. "And if you think that an old shadow of a once-powerful being is going to control me anymore, is going to kill me, you're wrong. Let." Her words shook the world, the shackles ripping at the King's being. "Us. Out." As if at her command, a rip appeared in the dreamscape, a burning car visible outside it. Her face was pale and sweating, but she was holding him back. "G-Go."

Quinn +2.

Hence why guard force medics like Murrae use scalpels, sutures, and other surgical tools alongside their Sanas. Scalpels allow for scar tissue to be removed, sutures allow a medic to stich something together the right way before healing it. Neither of those extend to limbs though, because too much stuff has to be reconnected.

NPC: The Sergeant "Not long. Depends on how quick she is to see me. Reason for asking?"

IC: "I can manage them from here," Tarn said, sitting down and smiling, snapping his fingers. A single spark jumped from the fire in response. "Just have to give it fuel." His eyes conveyed genuine shock as they talked about Ko-Koro. "The city fell? I suppose... I suppose I should get out and about more. I don't hear much down in the furnace room."

What I mean is, if you want a non-coder to be able to change things without the possibility of messing everything up it'll take some effort. Trust me, profile forms are a pretty good way of doing things. Just some textual explanation is generally good.

Speaking as someone who has made a program that takes input, forms it into a baseball profile, and exports the entire thing to a text file... That ain't the hard part. The hard part is all the extra features you want tacked on, like customizability, drop down menus, a GUI that looks like something halfway decent instead of fricking terminal... Basically anything that would even get it to the level of a basic text file. XD

IC: Seren had been silent for a while, watching and gauging his teammates and their reactions, his face unreadable. He took a drag off his ever present cigarette and smiled slightly. He could step in with the negotiation, but... Somehow he thought Phantom could handle it without any interference.

NPC: "Or you can send refugees with me." The Sergeant smirked at those standing outside Obsidian Outpost as he walked toward it, the bundle on his back uncovered and in his uninjured hand. It wasn't a bazooka, actually, just a rifle, but the firing mechanism didn't look like any of the explosive based weaponry that had filtered into the island over the years. Though it was obviously ready to fire, it seemed as though the Sergeant only had it as a precaution. "Sergeant of the Ihu-Koronan Highlanders. Got to meet with your boss 'bout some relatively important business, then I'm going back up the mountain. Can take refugees with me."

And also cause, you know This isn't D&D.

OOC: Said in an earlier post that he put the brushes away, compensating. IC: "This thing?" Tarn pulled the brush out of his belt and laughed, a jovial, easy sound that didn't seem forced at all. Upon closer inspection, the brush's bristles were stiff and wiry, covered in soot and grime. It was wider than it first appeared, too. Half had turned under his belt. "It's a broom for sweeping ashes out of the fireplace. Painting... Eh, maybe painting a house that you didn't care if you scratched up the walls." He turned to the other Toa, sticking both the knife and the brush back in his belt. "Wish I could paint, miss. As it is, all I'm good at is tending fires. But I like to think that somehow, bringing warmth to people is it's own fight against the dark."

IC: Rekhan's self satisfied smirk didn't leave his face for a few seconds as he looked down, then back up at Avak and Thok. "Have a slight situation with a powerless mask, heard there were two boys—two friends—running a shop where I could get a new one. This the place?" NPC/Tamara: The Skakdi led Xhalia to Ahka Tamara. "Lady says she wants to talk to you." He lumbered off and Tamara turned to her. "What do you need?"

Yep, still free and unoccupied and has declared that it will not surrender to Ko. But what Kraykray said is true, not an official purpose for it. The Ballad of Dead Joe should show what exactly Ihu is doing, once it continues. If asked by the other Koros, it would be more than happy to serve as the launching point for an assault. As it is, Ihu is just trying to avoid sparking a war that it can't win alone.

IC: A Fe-Toa stood in the doorway of the TOYS store, a slight expression of amusement on his powerless mask as he watched a large Ice Skakdi sneak up behind another Skakdi, moving with the overexaggerated tiptoe of a child trying to be quiet. Oh, he had his elemental abilities ready, in case the Skakdi of stone decided to let loose with some manner of barrage or... Whatever that small, vibrating thing was on the workbench. Rekhan... Wasn't going to ask. He smirked. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything."

OOC: Banana, the Artist is suspected to look like a Fe Toa. Tarn looks like a positively ordinary Ta Toa. Maaaaaaaybe I should take better note of that in the profile XD IC: "I'm Tarn. Pleasure to meet you." The Ta-Toa spoke as he moved, opening the fireplace and using his element control to hold the flames and heat back. "Thanks, I love it here. Plenty of friendly people around." He frowned slightly and pulled out his knife, flipping it and using the serrated edge to cut a branch off that was keeping him from fitting it into the opening of the oven. Then the smile was back as the log started to combust, Tarn closing the door and brushing his hands off. "Quite the pet you have."

http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/11188-bzprpg-ko-wahi/page-115?do=findComment&comment=824219 The Ballad of Dead Joe begins.

NPC: A large, brutish Ice Skakdi lumbered forward. "Follow me, ma'am." Meanwhile, in the basement of Ihu-Koro's medical building, a medical examiner was cleaning up the last of five bodies. He smiled, patting a dead Po Toa on the shoulder. "All in perfect condition," he said, turning to the Highlander standing next to him. "Most were killed by concussions or being choked, so they'll be perfect. With the exception of poor Tomb Stone over there, he doesn't have a head. So, I'd like you to meet Dee Ceased, Ima Boddy, Rip Inpiece, and Dead Joe," the coroner said, indicating the Po-Toa, a Skakdi of Water, a Vortixx, and an abnormally short Le-Matoran. "All brought back from Ko-Koro."

OOC: Messenger reception approved by Nuju. IC: Ahka Tamara & NPC Highlander Tamara turned away from the crowd. The city needed tending to- and besides, Lieutenant Terenor was urgently trying to get her attention... A messenger from Onu had arrived. She sighed. It appeared that the one village she had never dealt with might be another ally. Terenor was dispatched quickly, his Kakama aiding him in the dash down the mountain and toward Onu. OOC: Lieutenant Terenor to Onu Koro.

A couple of Vortixx do have sniper rifles, after all.

IC: Among Tarn's other duties was tending the cooking fire in the cafe on the bottom level of the inn. He didn't mind, it let him talk to the patrons in the restaurant instead of spending all his time in the basement alone. An Onu-Matoran was in the cafe now, petting what seemed to be a small crab (Orphos). Tarn smiled wider, moving the log he was carrying to one hand and waving at the Onu-Matoran to the other. "Hello. Don't see you much here."

NPC: Ihu Koronan Highlanders Murrae nodded wordlessly, kneeling to put her hands on Vandal's knee and... Focus. Feel the broken bones, push them back... One of her fingers twitched as the cracked pieces of his patella melded into one piece under her hands. She did the same to his ribs, wiping the sweat from her forehead and standing when she was done. "Be careful of the knee. Bones are resealed, might take some time for the connective tissue to get back to top condition." Meanwhile, the Sergeant tromped toward Obsidian Outpost, eyes carefully detailing its guards. He didn't intend harm. But old habits die hard.

IC: The brushes were cleaned and carefully put back in the small carrying case they belonged in, the canteen washed out and refilled with clean water. Both were put in a crevice behind the firewood pile in the basement cellar where he worked, a place nobody disturbed. Then the ever-present smile of Tarn Roma returned and he turned to his work, stoking the fires of the inn, the reflection of the flames flickering in his smiling eyes. He made a trip outside to get fuel, greeting guests as they passed him on their way to the hotel. There was a fuss on the other side of town, evidently. The Ussalry had been called, found some sick murder scene. Tarn sighed as he went back into the basement and threw another log on the fire. Some people just didn't appreciate art.