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IC: Asa Asa nodded. "Thank you. ... It is rare to receive such comments individually and directly."
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OOC: I actually forgot that lol IC: Asa "Right... Perhaps it was because of my family connections. My clan have been doctors, scientists, and engineers since our split from the Dastana. We are - or were - regarded as the leading experts in the natural sciences."
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IC: Antaine Passing by the Steltian he had talked to earlier; Antaine stopped and yelled: "Some help here?! Get those burglars!"
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IC: Asa "Really? Have the others come through here? I've... actually lost them, so I went looking and got lost..." Asa averted her gaze awkwardly, but returned it when the next question came. "My story? Well... I've been a pharmacist most of my life. There isn't much to speak of. It was a dead-end job, so when the call came out for volunteers to travel to this island, I jumped on board. Nothing interesting."
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IC: Asa "Explosive. Well... Hit me with it anyway." She was going to regret this later. As what appeared to be the restaurant owner passed down the order, Asa was suddenly hit with a question about her heritage. Eh? Was it that obvious? She had hoped she could walk in, eat, and leave, but apparently she stuck out this much. Conversation was inevitable if one was part of the museum sideshow, she guessed. "Er, yes. I am part of the group that traveled across the ocean from the Kentoku Islands."
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IC: Asa Oh, there was the place to order. And Zuto, did that lady have really big teeth. Making sure she had enough widgets for the items she wished to buy, Asa approached the skakdi and placed her order. "Going by the menu, uh... ruki fillet. With the vegetables. Any special sauces I should know about? And also a - actually, what is that made from?" She pointed to an item on the drink menu. "Some kind of brewed...?"
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IC: Asa - Great Takea "... I need money. I want food." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After some time, Asa had finally bartered and sold enough "product" to get enough "widgets" for one meal. She hoped that she wouldn't need some of those roots. Stepping inside, she made a quick perusal of the menu. Walking up to the bar, she fidgeted with the Mata Nuian money she was soon to be parted with before making her order - Actually, where was she supposed to order? Order at the bar, or talk to a server? ... Well.
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IC: Antaine - Tesara What what what what what????? What was going on? Explosions, smoke, fire, and then some suspicious Matoran taking - wait, vehicular theft? Ugh, what the... Running back to his ship (and glad to see it was still there), Antaine revved up and began to take off after the burglars. All of this, for that?!
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IC: Asa "Great... Takea. Is this a restaurant?" Somehow, she had ended up here. Were the other Dasaka here too? If not... She'd end up in a lot of trouble when she got back. She stepped in, but only realized after entering the establishment that she didn't have any money to buy anything.
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IC: Asa "... I shouldn't have gone off on my own." Asa was now standing in the middle of Ga-Koro, with no idea of where she was other than the fact that going back the way she came would lead her back to the submarine. "... Where is everybody?"
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IC: Asa "... Where is everybody?" "... I should probably look for them." "It's been forever since I've seen them." Asa packed her things and exited the submarine.
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IC: Antaine Nodding, Antaine turned and went on his way, leaving the Steltian Bruiser to his own business. "... Wasn't there somebody selling Madu fruit?"
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IC: Antaine "Just wondering what happened out there to make your ship look like that. Doesn't look like Zesk bites." As if to emphasize that he wasn't going to tamper with the ship, Antaine stood to his full height and put his hands behind his back.
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OOC: Hope you don't mind; I've been neglecting this character IC: Antaine Noticing a barely-functional Jetrax (if that's what it was...?) landing, Antaine three-"legged" crawled behind the Steltian pilot, not engaging in conversation, but still curious as to what had damaged his vehicle to this extent. Was this related to all those guards swarming the square a while ago? OOC: been ignoring this girl too. I think she's still on the Moa. IC: Erland? Erland was curious about the voice over the intercom. "Usually inside-ship comm systems are on the bridge," she said to herself as she made her way over.
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IC: Skrall/Sutrox - The Makuta Killer "... Most interesting! How does that work?" OOC: I'm not sure what just happened with the ship. Biological drainage system?
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IC: Skrall Skrall wordlessly admired the water-airship. Then he realizes something. "... Oh... Did I leave the Axalara in the parking lot? Uh-oh..."
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IC: Susan With the match over, Susan decided to head down to do... something. Perhaps congratulate the contestants? Or just do her daily routine?
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GM IC: Joe/Bloat - Parking District, New Atero. "See? These guys know what they're doing," Joe grinned, "Come on, buddy, help me out one last time." "Your last team 'knew what they're doing', too, and it didn't end too well for them now, did it?" Joe grimaced, "That's my problem. All you gotta do is fly us out there, an' operate the divin' bell." "And watch you all die. And miss out on being paid. Again." "Urgh! Can you guys help me talk some sense in'a him?" Joe finally turned to the rest of the group, looking desperate. IC: Skrall "You still haven't told me what's down there."
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IC: Erland "... I could help with the crew part."
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IC: Skrall "Really? What's down there? I might be crazy enough to believe you - after all, I was crazy enough to believe him." Abortabortabortabortabortabortabortabortabor- -usaerterusaerterusaerterusaerterusarterusaerterusaerT Abortabortabortabortabortabortabortabortabort...
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IC: Erland "I'm... Not sure really. It's more a question if you want anything, or if you're hiring; otherwise, I'm doing pretty well on my own." Taking a seat, Erland had to hold her tongue, lest she go on a long-winded rant about the condition of the Moa.
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IC: Sutrox "Everything, you say? Do tell. Once you've said your piece, I'll decide whether the stench of his slime overpowers the aroma of faraway fortune. And dear Joe, do defend yourself please? We don't want this water-breathing bucket head drowning you, do we?" To be honest, this guy has a point... I'm getting less and less confident about this mission by the second...
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IC: Erland With nothing better to do, Erland followed Ailun and Threiaa to... Wherecer they were going. IC: Skrall/Sutrox "This is going to be exciting!" His outward voice: a time of exuberant sincerity. His inner thoughts: as sarcastic as Solis Magna was hot. At Joe's summons, Skrall grabbed his generic weapon - apparently a gunblade along the lines of what that slaver Sahmad carried - and followed behind Serka as inconspicuously as he could.
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IC: Skrall Skrall followed. As he was accustomed to doing.
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IC: Skrall What did you just say, you beta ? I'll have you know that this tech is my livelihood, or rather, the key to my advancement! Meanwhile, you're probably just a... ... Actually, you have a good point. Skrall's urge to slit Vin's throat was checked by the fact that his words made sense. Earning it was how it was done back in the day, after all. Resuming his act of the blunt, detached, and happy-go-lucky Sutrox, he responded Joe's description of the contact: "Pardon me, but are we going to see him, or are we going to see him? How cooperative will your acquaintance be? Should we bring a sword or a smile?" IC: Erland "Yeah, it might fly, but what about coolant failure? Short circuiting battery? Pipe leakage? The whole place screams of a deathtrap waiting to spring! You sure you don't want anything patched up?" Erland's tail starred fidgeting with anxiety.
