Isamu

IC: Detrix "Thanks," the silver toa replied, "I think." He followed the ally ahead of him through the forest, almost tripping a number of times over assorted roots and rocks. "How do you manage to live in this," he asked, astonished.

IC: Detrix "Alright, how about this? I'll catch one of the buggers and then you can try and talk to it." Detrix smiled. "It's worth a shot. And if it doesn't work, we'll just squish 'em," he replied, enjoying the thought of either helping or squishing a bug.

IC: Judge "Who is this," he asked himself under his breath. He looked at the new comer and saw his familiar colors. He wasn't the only Ba-Toa here. The thought then occurred, is he being replaced? He did fail and Zero has a reputation to her standards of mercy, but it didn't seem like this was the case. Or was it? Judge watched the struggle, but felt disconnected. What is he doing here?

IC: Leron Leron readied the disk launcher with difficulty. He wasn't used to this type of weaponry, but he had some basic training when he was a matoran. He aimed at Jorik and fired at him. A wave came up behind his target. "This is chaos! How are we supposed to be a team if we're all doing our own thing," he questioned to no one specific and kept on firing. A hand came up from the water.

IC: Trava (Le-Wahi, Swamp) "I don't even speak Treespeak, I sure don't speak Bugspeak" she replied, "and I don't sing" "At least not in public" IC: Detrix The silver toa pointed at his mask with a smirk. "Rau," Detrix said smugly. "I can talk to anything." OOC: Not looking for a deus ex machina, just in case that needed some clafification.

IC: Leron Leron saw the attacker and what deduced that air was involved. He then sent a gust of wind at the waterspout, contradicting the course of the pillar of wind and water. As the spout faltered, he sent another gust at the assassin, wishing he brought his crossbow with him. Unfortunately, he was told to pack lightly and the weapon and ammunition would add extra weight.

IC: Judge Judge tightened his blanket around him and ran after Veteran. He tripped over himself a couple times due to his new form of depth perception. He could tell being half-blind would take a lot of getting used to.

IC: Leron "Oh," Leron replied. That was a lot of information he had to take in. "What is this, some kind of prophecy?" He stood up from his half-laying-half-sitting position and bushed himself off. "Well, I'm off to find someone, maybe they'll tie into this some how anyways. Sure, I'll come along."

IC: Leron "Then let's go meet talk to Visalk," he said, determined to figure out what he was getting himself into. He started to walk towards the ship and decided that he didn't feel like walking through sand anymore. So he used his mask power to levitate himself there. About half way to the ship, he fell from the air and landed face first in the sand. He was tired. Very tired.

IC: Judge "Thanks," he replied, "but there is nothing to talk about." He was appreciative of the offer, but he didn't want to come off as needy. He already messed up his first mission, the last thing he wanted was to seek help every chance he got. He heard shouts coming from a ways over. "What do you think that is?"

IC: Judge Judge stared at Veteran blankly while thinking of a word that could at least keep some honor attached to him. "Irritating," he said. It wasn't so much that he lost an eye that was irritating, but that he'd failed to do an easy task. "How are things with the recruits," he asked stiffly. He wanted to change the subject.

IC: Leron "Oh," he said as he tried to process that information. "So, what, are you guys like pirates or something?"

IC: Leron "Thank you for taking me in! Is that your ship," he asked while pointing at the mass a small distance away.

IC: Leron "Oh," replied the Le-Toa. "Could I find out with you guys? I think my mission can wait," he said optimistically.

OOC: Okay, cool! IC: Leron Leron looked at Halyx speeding away. "Oh. Where is Forsi," he asked Guvla.

OOC: For replies. IC: Leron The green toa looked at the unexpected company. Appreciated, but unexpected. "If you wouldn't mind."

OOC: Is there a certain order to things? IC: Leron "I'm Leron. I'm supposed to go to the koro for a reason... I... just kind of forgot what," he said, ashamed.

IC: Leron Cool water entered his mouth. He immediately felt a little less like a slug in a salt bath. "Thank you," he responded, looking in between the two strangers.

IC: Detrix "Oh. Did you try asking them to stop," he asked matter of factly. The silver toa looked at his new "friend" and adjusted the sword on his back. "Or you could sing to them. Music makes the world go round."

IC: Leron The green toa looked up to see a figure approaching. Fast. He readied himself for a fight, then decided he was better off dead at this point. Then again, what if they didn't want to fight? "Hey, buddy are you okay," the stranger asked. He looked at her in a bit of confusion and relief. "Water...," he uttered. Normally he'd offer a bit more politeness, but he felt like a fish that had been out of water for a bit too long. He took a step towards them and almost fell. OOC: Sorry if there's supposed to be a certain order to replies, PM me if I should know anything. Thanks.

IC: Leron Leron trudged through the sand. He felt dried out, no, more than dried out. He felt like a slug on a plate of salt. He wanted water. Badly, but he couldn't loose track of what his job was. "Wait," the young toa said out loud to himself, "What was my job again," he asked the dry, hot air. He pondered this question. "If it's important, I'll remember later. In the mean time, I need to find some kind of settlement..." He felt faint. He didn't fair well in dry conditions. "I just... need... to find... some... one..." OOC: Open for interaction.

IC: Detrix Detrix looked at the lean figure standing before him. He tried to figure out if he's seen her before and resulted to just asking. "Have you met me before?" He tried to figure out if he's seen her before. He camme to the conclusion that if he had, he was on an intoxicated rampage (even though it was more rare for him to be sober).

IC: Judge He walked around, still confused and unsure of where he was going. His feet made a clicking noise against the cold ground and he had a blanket of sorts wrapped around him. He wished he didn't mind the cold. He heard voices and decided to follow. OOC: Attempting to interact with Requiem, I'll be patient though.

IC: Trava (Le-Wahi, Swamp) "It's time for you to get up and at 'em, bucko" Trava said with a nudge on his shoulder to divert his attention away from the Gukko Bird. IC: Detrix "What? I'm too sober for this! At least take me on a first date! Wait. What are we talking about?" Detrix was really confused. He looked at the figure up and down trying to think of a reason why this person would be talking to them. "I don't know you, but if you know me... Sorry? I was probably," he coughed awkwardly, "not sober."

OOC: For all intent and purposes, Detrix passed out because he was hit with severe hang over. IC: Detrix Detrix woke up to find bark and dirt in his mouth. He was covered in leaves and sticks. There was also a crawling sensation all over his back. He got up and immediately felt his headache. "Well... looks like that happened again..." He looked around and saw something wrong. An absence of health trees. "That's weird..." He heard buzzing all around him. He also heard a growl. He turned around to see a large rahi glaring at him. "Uh... hi..." he said, feeling like this was not going to end well.