AlchemistMayCry

IC: Veros Jolek jumped. Without much as saying a word outside of a near curse. "Boring conversation anyway," I said, glancing back at Crimeia who at this point had sheathed her weapons and was just glancing around. "You want to chase down jumpman?" I said. "Or go look for anyone else calling for help?" I could faintly hear someone calling for help. "Well?" Crim shrugged. "Either one ought to be interesting. Though you can jump better than me. At least with that karzin' mask of yours." "Hey just because I beat you in a race one time..." "ALL THE TIME." Crim pouted. That pout was the pout that would instantly put anyone on her side. It was adorable. "I see your point. I'll go chase after Jumpin' Jolek. Which I will probably call him from now on assuming he doesn't try to kill me." I blinked out of existence towards the direction Jolek went towards, leaving Crim behind. "Got your back Jumpin' Jolek!" I called. Spirits why am I now the nicknamer. IC: Crimeia Rescue duty. Woohoo. I dashed off down the alleyway. "Whoever was calling for help, I'm on my way!" I called. Assuming they're only mostly dead and not all dead. I felt rumbling under my feet. Quake? Or just...nah, no way...

Eighth'd. Definitely down for a quick start guide.

IC: Veros and Crimeia (Veros's POV) I moved forward with Jolek, Crim holding her position in front of us, bow trained towards the inn should anything come out. I flourished Absolution and sheathed it, shifting into a stance where a draw could bring the maximum amount of cutting damage with a single slash. I don't like this at all. There are too many variables. Things could go wrong at a moment's notice. "Well, at least there's options, Jolek," I said, gripping Absolution tightly. "And if they come running out...well, that's where my sword comes in."

IC: Veros "And if they don't suffocate?" I said, gripping Absolution a bit harder than I had before. "What's plan B? And for that matter, how many people have they injured and/or killed?"

As someone who knows one of those dudes...yes. very yes.

IC: Veros and Crimeia (veros's POV) "Pleasure, Jolek," I replied, striding forward. "I don't know about you, but standing around isn't exactly going to change anything. Is smoking the...whatever they are out like the best fish in Ga-Koro going to even work?"

IC: Veros and Crimeia I shook my head, finishing cauterizing all of Votaka's wounds. I almost wanted to slap him, but that might cause internal bleeding. "Well, assuming this smoke-out plan of yours works..." I said, standing up and drawing Absolution, the katana's red blade glimmering. "What are we facing?" "Something really bad," Crim said. "Well, do tell, hunter." "Smells like we're in trouble, Ver." "On a scale from harmless to Makuta, what we got here?" Crimeia inhaled sharply, nocking another set of three arrows. "11." Karz. I glanced at the Toa of Magnetism. "So, Strategist. What's your plan? And I didn't get your name. I'd rather not be calling you Strategist for the last few moments of your life."

IC: Veros and Crimeia "Don't need to tell me twice!" I said, dashing to Votaka that the Toa of Magnetism pointed out. I grabbed Votaka, heaving him onto my shoulders before throwing him into the air and blinking out of existence and catching the body, landing near the Toa of Magnetism. I put Votaka down and gave him a look over: he wasn't in good shape. Bleeding profusely from several wounds. "This is gonna sting, friend," I said, heating up my fingers with plasma. "This ought to keep you alive until we get you to a healer." I pressed the plasma-fied fingers gingerly on his wounds, cauterizing them instantly. I looked back up at Crim. "Crim! Get down here!" She nodded and descended from the roof, landing by the alley's entrance and ran in, bow at the ready. "This guy doesn't look too good, Ver," she said, surveying around, loosing a few arrows just in case. "Less talk, more protection!" I said. "I need to cauterize these wounds before loses all of his blood!" "Can do!" I glanced up at the Toa of Magnetism. "What the karz happened?" only a few more wounds to close. Karz it, I'm a fighter, not a doctor!

IC: Veros and Crimeia My eyes widened. I saw someone waving at us in the alleyway near the inn. And things were going to heat up fast. "Crim, cover me!" I said, leaping off my perch into a graceful dive before blinking out of existence and reappearing on the ground. I blinked again and again, arriving in the alleyway where I saw a Toa of Magnetism waving weakly. One blink again, and I was by their side. "The Calvary's here," I said, glancing up and around. I saw Crimeia on a rooftop nearby, three arrows trained on the alleyway. "Probably no time for introductions, but the name's Veros. I'll get you outta here."

IC: Veros & Crimeia (from Veros's POV), not far from the Lavapool Inn I knelt on the top of a roof, perched like a giant bird of prey, surveying the carnage below. Alas, poor Lavapool Inn, we knew you well. Great food, lousy beds. Somehow it was still intact, yet smoldering. I could hear the sound of fighting below, and as much as I wanted to join in, I knew that wouldn't end well. I heard a soft thump and Crimeia moved next to me, barely making a sound. She drew her bow and quietly nocked an arrow. "Situation?" "Dire," I replied. "Well, at least for anyone in the Lavapool Inn." Crim nodded and pulled back on her bow, readying the arrow. "What in the name of karzahni are you doing?" "If it hits something, or if we get attacked back, then we can decide if we should help or not." I glared at her. "How about no. Put down the bow. I got a better plan." Crim pouted and put her bow away, decloaking. "You're no fun." "No, I'm smart." I stood up and cupped my hands. "DOES ANYONE NEED ANY HELP DOWN THERE?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Crim shook her head. "Some plan." OOC: Veros and Crimeia open for interaction.

Thanks for the info! Might jump in as more of a spectator than anything else.

So what exactly is going on with the whole Piraka situation? Can I get the short version? Need to figure out when to jump in and all.