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Say hello to the Artist. http://www.bzpower.com/board/topic/11191-bzprpg-onu-wahi/page-85?do=findComment&comment=822477 Do you see what you people have made me do? Do you SEE?! Yeah, the painting is open for discovery, anyone who wants to investigate can XD

IC: The painting was taking shape. Brush stroke and flourish, dip back into the paint... The eyes of a Hau swept onto the canvas, modeled after the mask at the Artist's feet. More strokes, a body appeared below the mask, perfect in bright red on the brown stone wall of the hut. A Pa-Matoran with a Hau, done entirely in crimson. The Artist dipped his brush in his bottle of water, swirling the water off of it and stepping back to take a look at his masterpiece, compared to his subject. He frowned. The subject of his painting was imperfect... But he could fix that. He pulled an iron ingot from the pack at his waist and heated it in his hands, smoothing it over the imperfection. There. The Artist smiled and vanished, his Kualsi whisking him away, and leaving a beautiful scarlet painting... Above the body of a Pa-Matoran, iron covering the stab wounds to his chest.

NPC: At the range Gerry was firing from, the lasers didn't make much difference to the Supernova level armor of the Sentries. But maybe the combined power of all four of their laser cannons, focused at the same place in his armor with accuracy that could only be accomplished with a mechanical mind, would. IC: Christina was knocked upward as the kick hit the Hunt's leg with a crack. But the crack wasn't the Hunt's leg. Christina screamed in pain as her left leg was knocked out of joint by the sudden motion of the mech, her entire hip shooting full of hurt. Out of reflex she locked the servo motors around it, keeping it from moving and hurting her any worse. Through eyes clouded by tears of pain she focused on the battleworn and badly beaten White Lightning below her. She set her jaw, the plasma blade and main engine igniting once again as she swooped in, letting her robotic eye lock on the lower part of the cockpit. This time, the slash would be aimed for Eli's right arm controls. And she wasn't going to be stupid enough to stay right where a kick could hit her. Oh, honey, you know I hate to be tickled.

IC: An ordinary mech would have taken serious damage from Eli's laser assault. But the Hunt wasn't an ordinary mech. Its designers had seen that its agility would let it dodge a lot of projectiles... So the shield generator was intentionally constructed to block something that traveled much faster: light. The bolts hit the Hunt dead on, but its armor was mostly saved as the shield activated and refracted the lasers passing through it, removing their focus and preventing them from punching through it. Mostly being the operative word. Christina grimaced as the weakened beams hit the black armor of the Hunt and her temperature warning lights started to blink. Two options. One, get closer. Risk frying the Hunt's systems and falling out of the air. Two, fall back, leave the mission incomplete... And still be under fire from the laser cannons that were currently locked on to her. She sighed. Robotic choice. The Hunt's back engine shut down, leaving the exhaust vents open to release heat and focusing all of the power used for it on the shields. She crossed her arm in front of her, putting the strongest part of the shield directly in front of the part that the beam was focusing on. The shoulder mounted jets, now all that she needed to keep up with the slowed White Lightning, pushed her closer very quickly, as the plasma blade powered up for another strike. This time... She seemed not to be able to see because of the lasers, because the slash was aimed for the left of Eli- she'd miss him, but the blade would sever the controls for the left arm of the mech completely. Well, if I'm gonna have my picture taken... I'd prefer if you had your arm around me.

@Hubert: I think I buried that hatchet xD God, I feel old now. They were my first team, and a running joke in some ways, but I had fun with them and am bringing them back so yeah. Yay. XD

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Technically Kraykray is buuuuuuuut he was sending out a warrant for the arrest of my character. XD

As long as Treesword continues to be my nickname and lawn enforcement the go to phrase to refer to the agents of the law whenever I'm involved... I'll never the old days down.

IC: Christina fell away, the infared capabilities of her right eye telling her that it wouldn't be very good at all to fly through the afterburn. Playing hard to get, are you? He was running from her now. Which made him the prey, and her... The Hunt. The rear engine screamed its banshee scream as the Hunt accelerated again, this time not approaching from the front. No, this time the target of the glowing blade was the two engines on the back of the mech. Maybe not to destroy them, but to do at least enough damage that they were unusable.

IC: A disk whizzed by as Christina rolled out of the way, too close for comfort. In fact, Christina would probably be shorted right now if the Hunt hadn't seen the disk launcher powering up. In fact, a normal mech pilot would have been shorted out, but the Hunt was an extension of her- and dodging the bolts was as much a reflex action as flinching when something came at your face. Was a good thing she dodged, too. That wouldn't feel good on her mechanical parts. She closed the rest of gap, smirking as he faced the torso of the mech toward her. The torso was where the pilot was. And as she matched speed and winked at Eli, the plasma blade in her right hand ignited, slashing across the cockpit. But her aim seemed to be a little off, because the sword was going to be too high to hit Eli's head. Oh, you're just as dashing up close. OOC: NPC posts coming after I've done more mech research.

IC: The Hunt pulled up, only the barest splash of laser playing off of the edge of her shield. She dove toward him, the Hunt's small size making it harder to lock back onto, cutting the gap between it and the Lightning more quickly. Her inner ear was not happy, but she'd practiced for hours at doing more difficult maneuvers than this. Oh, you're a feisty one. Let's see if that holds up when we're close... Just a little closer, and his guns wouldn't be much use...

IC: He took the bait. With barely a thought, Christina diverted all power to engines and shields, the characteristic screech of the Hunt's main rocket going to max power slowly getting louder as she flew toward the White Lightning, the strongest point in the shield dead ahead of her as she dodged energy blasts and advanced toward the other machine. Her HUD zoomed in as she flew, her mechanical eye picking up- why, if it wasn't that cocky pilot she fought earlier. Let's dance, honey.

IC: Christin took off, hovering in the middle of the robot line, sensors feeding mech types and specifications to her display. A special program her robot overlords had planted in the array added percentages to each mech's icon. Reading suitability. Gate Defender: 10% Grand Titan: 0% Supernova 1: 10% Supernova 2: 10% Uplink 1: 40% Uplink 2: 40% White Lightning 1: 70% White Lightning 2: 60% Christina bit her lower lip. 70% wasn't much of a chance to risk her life on. Still... The closest was the other Lightning, and that tinted cockpit gave her chills... She smirked, mechanical fingers clenching into a fist. Bet this flyboy thought he was the fastest thing in the air. Time to put that to the test. The Hunt's main engine powered up, turning the slight hovering into flight. She sent the fire-at-will order to the other robot troops, giving no words of good luck to her fellow soldiers as she blasted off toward the ordinary looking White Lightning. Robots didn't believe in luck.

Tyler is... Well, I don't want to explain exactly what he sent to me in his last communication. But he'll be back. And my guess is that Grokk is wherever Makuta got shuttled to by the Hiripaki. But I could be totally wrong.

IC: Christina stood in silence as the whirr of mechanoid arms surrounded her, making adjustments to her suit. Her claw was replaced with the most powerful shielding generator that her suit could support, the laser blaster exchanged for a powerful plasma blade. She was ready. She smiled slightly, her mechanical eye glowing in the darkness. *** The distinctive screech of the only Reaping Banshee in existence flew past the assembled robot soldiers at absurd speeds, landing out in front of them and turning to address them, the sound going silent as the overcharge on the jetpack dissipated. "Indentification: Unit TYR. I'll be commanding this operation. The humans are weak. Command has seen fit to attack before they can recover." Christina didn't mention the secondary objective of her mission, and the reason she was leading the force. The robots had made the logical decision, placing the fastest, most agile mech they had in the most risky part of the battlefield. They didn't care that she was an individual, that she was different from the other robots, those piloting the Thunder Fury, Venom, two Fire Vultures, and four Sentries accompanying her, all of them beginning their movement across the bridge. At least the machines were honest about it.

I'll just be here, in my little corner of insanity, where the characters don't violate the fourth wall so much that it curls into the fetal position and cries for hours.

Looks like I'm joining in the long post procession in Ko. For the one, many.

IC: Ahka Tamara, Ihu-Koro "This is your home." A De-Toa stood next to the small Vo-Matoran that was speaking, amplifying her voice so that it reached the farthest members of the gathered crowd, refugees, villagers, and Highlanders alike. She had gathered them here, in response to what Ko-Koro had done, what Ko-Koro had become. Most of the Highlanders–a good number of the residents, for that matter–were ex-mercenaries, ex-assassins... Exactly the kind of people that Ko-Koro was now a haven to. Judging by the small number who had already left, a few of them still had dreams of being that kind of person. And now... Now that a hive of lawlessness right on the doorstep of Ihu itself... it was time for Tamara to become the person the village needed her to be, had elected her to be. Her fingers were tapping on the hilt of her badge of office nervously, but her voice did not tremor. "This is your home," she repeated, growing a little louder. "This is the home you've built. We're alone here, on the top of the world, but what a place we've become. From the ashes of a murdered people and the efforts of atoners... We've risen to become a home for all those who want a second chance. No matter where you've come from, no matter what you've done, Ihu became your home, and you've taken care of it, lived in it, and defended it." "It can become your refuge," she continued, turning to the exiles. "Ko-Koro is overrun with the servants of a dead demon. They've run you out of your village, have killed your neighbors, have destroyed the force that protected you. I can't promise you that Ihu-Koro can defend you any better than the Sanctum Guard did, but... You have a place to stay here, and guards that won't give up as long as they have breath in their bones." She paused, her lips moving slightly as she tried to come up with the next words to say... And a skinny looking Vortixx limped onto the platform. His plain white armor had the gold stripes of a Sergeant painted on the shoulders, the left mark visible above the white bandages that wrapped his left arm up to the elbow. He said something to her, the De-Toa muffling the words, and she nodded once, her voice rising again as he limped off. "Akiri Jaller... Has seen fit to aid us. We have supplies. We have guards. We can survive. We will survive. This is Ihu-Koro, this is our home... And it is our redemption." "It's our turn again. It's our turn to prove that a home for the weary and a second chance are not just ideals that have to be striven for and never reached. It's time for us to defend ourselves, our homes, and our village. It's time for us to stand behind the Koro and all it represents." Her voice rose once more, a glint catching in her eye as she pulled her sword, her badge of office, out of its sheath and extended it to the sky, the words emblazoned on it shining in the sun. For the many, one. "Ihu has defended us for long enough. Now, we are many... For the one."

The wiki info is way outta date. The best is found in my profiles, though the population doesn't account for refugees or natural growth, and there's a stone wall too. (I don't know how to wiki code)

IC: Ihu Koronans "My extremely accurate psikeyatrick diagnosis is an acute case of ebaggery. Besides, Junk ain't the sociopath with a long history of viole-" "Shut up, Smiley." IC: Tera "Korru, we don't have many options. If we decide to not trust him, we can either stay here -with someone we don't trust- or go deeper, which isn't going to work at all. We have our information, let's complete the mission."

It's a project a couple of guys are working on. Not quite there yet.

IC: Murrae bit her lower lip, her fingers running over the left side of Forger's chest, gently checking his bones. "This is going to hurt... Probably quite a bit. Not that he'll notice." Despite her novice appearance, Murrae was actually a trained, professional medic. She just wasn't used to dealing with combat wounds, and that laser blast was cauterized- A flick of her fingers and a scalpel was out of a carrying case attached to her wrist, the sharp Rena ore blade biting into the burnt scar tissue of the laser and cutting the ugly bit of skin away, power channeled through her mask healing the wound quickly. Another quick flick and she had pulled a needle and thread out of the case, stitching the lacerations up and sealing them closed. The frostbite was easier: just regenerate the cells. The bones, on the other hand, took effort and focus to ensure that the bones repaired correctly. Still, it was doable. Same thing with his pulmonary contusion, but he'd be coughing fluid for a while. Her face pale with energy loss, Murrae turned to Zero, needle sliding back into her case. "No problem. Next patient?"

IC: The darkness vanished. This wasn't some slow effect, like the sun rising over the plain of the dreamscape. No, the darkness vanished, almost with a whoosh as it receded across the sky, condensing into a single orb high in the sky. "He's leaving," Quincy said, and then with more urgency, "He can't leave!" Tali was about to ask why he couldn't when the forest started to fall apart. Piece by piece the trees decomposed, in a line coming closer and closer to the campfire- and them. Her breath caught in her throat, but Quincy was more collected, focusing and spreading her hands wide. "This is still my mind, you . You can't just close it after you leave."

Both of y'all's eye opening experiences were roughly mine. The absolute lack of eye opening is what was eye opening. XD