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I think torch should gain a level. list of achievements: - set fire to some books

IC: Skylor Sparrowhawk - Makuhero City My brief anger has subsided a bit, replaced by the irritatin' tiredness again. I turn on my music and set it to one of my more calm tracks (only five base drops in this one). I'll try to get some sleep on the journey.

IC: Skylor Sparrowhawk - Makuhero City "Ok, boss lady." I smirk, strolling after the pensioner.

Wait did the Mangai Quest ever finish?

Since Wyrd left I've been hopping in and out of this RP with decreasing regularity. I'd definitely be in favor of some new GMs if only to get the plot moving again (even if no major new events start, GMs could hopefully provide a bit of interaction fuel for the players)...

IC: Skylor Sparrowhawk - Makuhero City "Nice ta meetcha too," I reply, before sayin', "I s'ppose I should go with her now..." - a hand gesture to the nearby pensioner - "See ya 'round."

IC: Skylor Sparrowhawk - Makuhero City I ignore the 'core transfer' bit, either because I know it's not gonna happen or because I...don't really wanna think 'bout it right now. However, I respond to the other bit: "Be polite? These people don't deserve politeness..." I sound as exasp'rated as I am. However, I'm too tired to argue (and besides, this gal doesn't seem too bad), so I just say, "But yeah, you're probably right..." in a kinda absent-minded way. I look the newcomer up and down for a second thoughtf'lly. Then, to my surprise, I hear my voice sayin', "I'm Skylor Sparrowhawk, by the way. Third division rookies." and see my hand reachin' out to be shaken.

IC: Skylor Sparrowhawk - Makuhero City "Really doesn't seem that way." I reply, deadpan. "There's gonna be an official hearing because of my alleged "assault of civilians", and I'm probably going to lose my job. I dunno 'bout you, but I fail to see how that can improve me as a Hero." Yeah, yeah, I'm playing it up a bit...but this Hero might be able to convince the old-timer to leave me alone.

IC: Skylor Sparrowhawk - Makuhero City I pause for a second - this gal has wrong-footed me by actually showin' an interest in my problems (a novel idea, I know...). At least the moment of silence lets me calm down a bit (I can see I mighta gone a bit overboard-- no, scratch that, it was justified). So I explain... "Well, I was mindin' my own business on a rooftop, listenin' to music, when I see a guy below me. He's heavily armoured, looks like a bruiser: unusual for a bruiser to be wanderin' around lookin' mean, so I take an interest..." Yes, I admit it, my thoughts at the time weren't really as detailed as that. "Anyway, s'ppose he hears me or somethin', and as soon as he does he gets out some kinda nasty lookin' energy blade. Maybe he was just a trigger-happy paranoid totally innocent civilian, but o'course I doubted that..." I pause in my rivetin' tale to check if she's still listening. "So I carried on watchin', and lo and behold his buddy comes along, similarly armed to the teeth an' mean lookin'. Now, at this point I turn off my tune and listen to their convo: and lemme tell you it's suspicious. They're sayin' they need to talk in private, away from any police, and lookin' about them like a pair of distrustful rats. So I s'ppose I saunter over, ask 'em what's going on. Next thing I know they're makin' thinly vieled threats at me an' tensin' up to attack. I know I can't take both of 'em, so I make a preemptive strike. Few seconds later and there's a brawl and one of them has shot me." I sigh in a 'What can ya do?' kinda way.

IC: Skylor Sparrowhawk - Makuhero City I'd zoned out a bit while the old bag rambled on some more - all I caught was something about an official hearin', which she was bringing up again for some reason (to try an' intimidate me, I s'ppose). However, now another newcomer is talkin' to me, breakin' the trance of utter boredom and annoyance. In normal circumstances in mood like this, I might just tell her to [go away], but I don't want her or any other Heroes to get the chewed up and regurgitated story from Zib or anyone else afterwards. "Well, lessee...I'll make a list: I...attacked a criminal (apparently the wrong sorta criminal), I defended meself from the criminal when his buddy shot me (s'ppose I shoulda let them just kill me, really...), I tried to ignore this stranger when she appeared and suddenly started shoutin' at me (for reasons I'm still not sure about), and finally I committed the heinous crime o' askin' this stranger to let go of me when she suddenly started grabbin' me (and if you don't believe me you can review the tapes)." I'd started the list calm, but as I went through each incident I realised how bloody unfair this situation is, even more so than before. The irritation apparent in my voice, I carry on: "Tonight I have been beaten up, shot at, talked down to and attemptedly handcuffed by a fellow Hero...and fin'lly this: just when I thought it couldn't get any bloody worse this person I've never seen before comes up to me and tries to give me #### about it!I" I take a deep breath. "So, can you tell me what exactly have I done that she's angry at? Because if I think logically about the situation, I can't ####ing work it out!"

IC: Skylor Sparrowhawk - Makuhero City Well, I suppose that offic'lly adds one more person to my imaginary kill list. I'd kinda been holdin' off, but she's just done it. I hardly give her words a thought: ev'rythin' she just said was stuff I've heard before - you won't last long if you carry on like this, you're not fulfilling your potential, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. I've done 'this' for as long as I can remember, and I've 'lasted' fine so far. Yeah, I can dismiss all that...her actions on the other hand, are a tad more aggravatin'. I look down at her hand as if it's sludge dirtying my armour - which it might as well be - and as if I hadn't really listened to what she said - which is true. Then I say, in the sweetest tone I can do... "Please remove your hand and we can do this civilly...Or do I need to call some backup to get you under control?"

This is so disappointing...the three year arc would have worked really well ;__; That reminds me, I suppose we won't be getting a MoUP either, despite it having been designed.

IC: Skylor Sparrowhawk - Makuhero City "Yeah, yeah, whatever..." I say as I push past the Hero - I thought I'd got a bit of respite from the rantin', but apparently not. "But hey, that doesn't sound so bad." I call behind me as I stretch my arms above my head. And I mean it: o' course it's ridiculously severe as a punishment, but it's not gonna last long, is it? Frustratin' as they can be, even the HF aren't dumb enough to use up a Hero "guarding" me for long, let alone punishin' me in some way for not postin' an hourly report. And even if it is strict, it's pretty satisfyin' denyin' this old-timer the cowering response she's probably expecting. "You coming or not?" I inquire as I walk away.

OOC: Soz for the wait, I was busy procrastinating... IC: Skylor Sparrowhawk - Makuhero City Once she's finally finished talkin', I genuinely ponder the question for a few seconds. Now, its obvious I won't actu'lly get fired: I've been shouted at, ranted at, 'I'm-not-angry-I'm-just-disappointed' at as many times as you can shake a stick at, an' I can tell you none of those times have resulted in more than a few seconds o' me tryin' to suppress a laugh and maybe a day or two 'suspension' - or as I like to call it, a day or two off. I've seen it all before - her diatribe has been repeated to me so many times that it's literally lost all meaning or significance. I'm even ignorin' her idle threats and incompetent insults, just cos of how ineffective they are. Now, the real question is: would going now or going later result in me being able to go to bed sooner? After a few more seconds, I look up at it again. "What exac'ly d'ya mean by 'probation'?" I roll my eyes around in my head aimlessly while I wait for it to answer.

Both Onua and Pohatu ran into scorpios in their respective regions, but I'm not sure if the 'natural' scorpios are the same thing as the skull scorpios, which seem to be undead (and don't seem to bear any elemental affinity)...

I want to believe.

IC: Skylor Sparrowhawk - Makuhero City And my conversation gets interrupted again. I turn to the old-timer, eyes showin' boredom, tiredness, unbelief an' a pinch of annoyance - I have very expressive eyes. When I went out this evenin' I did it cos I was weary of my apartment. And when I followed those gangsters, I did it cos they looked like they were up to no good. And now some stranger is shoutin' at me because I tried to do my job (and have some fun at the same time) - and what's more, she's expectin' me to mind. I glance down at her hand clamped onto my arm - my suspicions about her arrogance are confirmed. Then I look across at her, eyebrow still raised. I didn't catch all of her speech, but all in all it seemed pretentiously threatenin'. I tilt my head to one side, music turned down a tad but still playin'. "I've just been shot by an armed hooligan I tried to disarm. I'm now goin' to go home and recuperate. I don't know or care who you are or why you're angry with me for doin' my job, but I'd appreciate it if you ###### off."

IC: Skylor Sparrowhawk - Makuhero City "Got shot." I reply to the healer as my wound finally closes up. Unfortunally he doesn't have time to give the bland 'I'm so sorry' response I can see forming in his mouth - no, unfortunately (and I mean it this time), we're interrupted by yet another newcomer. How many of us is it now? Too many, and I was just heading off too...Anyway, this granny is shouting at us, or me specific'lly. I'd get annoyed, I'd offer an explanation, I might even turn 'round and look at her properly...but I honestly can't be bothered with stuck up old crones like this one, stickin' their fat heads into other peoples' business an' expectin' to get respect just cos they've spent more time than me waddling around the city tellin' people what to do. In the end, after the arrival has yapped on for a bit, I do turn to her. I don't talk to her though - reasoning with people as over-serious as this one is pretty pointless, and I'm already in a bad mood (besides, she's not my superior for all I know - and even if she was she hasn't given me an order). Instead, eyebrow raised, I click my fingers. Music resumes playin' in my ears, prob'ly loud enough for her to hear, and certainly loud enough to drown out any more prattle from her. Now I was plannin' to go back to the HF, but the fact that they've not only tried to handcuff me, but have also sent a lunatic after me, has kinda put me off the idea for today. Tomorrow, when I'm less worn out, I'll report. For now, though, I think I need a rest... As I turn my back on the Hero, I mutter into Zib's comms channel that "I'm finally goin' home - happy now? I'll be in tomorrow, just stop hasslin' me..."

IC: Skylor Sparrowhawk - Makuhero City I sigh as the pain in my side decreases, at least a little bit. This newcomer seems fairly no-nonsense, somethin' a lotta Heroes seem to be missin'. The other Hero is still natterin' away in the comms, unsurprisin'ly. I look across at the med..."How long have you been a Hero, then?" I ask him absent-mindedly.

IC: Skylor Sparrowhawk - Makuhero City I'm tryin' to be angry as I stalk away, ready to take wing. Only problem is, I really don't have the energy for it - my strength seems ta s'pprisin'ly be seepin' from the GAPING WOUND (I'm exaggerating) in my side. As if readin' my very thoughts, I hear a voice from behind me asking if anyone needs a hand. I turn to see another Hero who wasn't there a sec ago, claimin' they're a medic. I glance down at my cut...I'll live, but it would be nice if it conveniently went away. Now, don't misjudge me: I'm not one'a those proud 'I'll be fine' types (like I bet the try-hard gal I just spoke to is). Nah, I can tell when I need help, and more importantly when I want help. 'Fraid to say, dear reader, this is one of those times. "Yeah, if you don't mind," I gesture sheepishly to my injury. "Got shot, ya see."

IC: Silo - Ga-Koro "Toa, tall-ish, blue and gunmetal, wears a Pakari and a smug grin, saunters everywhere like he owns the place..." I spit out the description bitterly like the insult it is. "...Oh, and he's a Fa-Toa. Carried a sword last time I saw him."

IC: Skylor - Sparrowhawk My eyes narrow at this gal's snappy response. They narrow even more when she ignores me to have a chat with the white-armoured warrior above. I knew from the second I saw this Hero that she was useless, but I s'ppose I can thank her for just confirming my observations. By the time she's givin' her monologue-victim a word in edgeways, I'm mutterin' "Fine, if you won't help I'll just get back to the Factory myself."

IC: Silo - Ga-Koro I don't answer Serith, but instead toss him and the other guy a bag each. "That'll be enough. Now, let's get down to business." As I talk I begin to climb the stairs. "First we need to find the guy."

IC: Skylor Sparrowhawk - Makuhero City I give a genuine chuckle. "Press charges? Right..." I shake my head. Nothing's gonna happen to me for this, not that I deserve anythin' - at the very worst I'll get a shoutin' at, maybe some kinda temporary ban from missions (which honestly wouldn't bother me much). This gal, however, might be in trouble for literally tryin' to handcuff a fellow hero. I know her type, in any case, seen 'em many a time. Too keen to follow orders, to the point that they're irrational. No independence, no initiative, and no conscience - some 'ave called me irresponsible, but at least I know when I'm in the wrong. And I know this isn't one o' those times. I feel another jab of pain as I remember my injury. "Now, about that medi-pack..." I manage.

IC: Skylor Sparrowhawk - Makuhero City "I think I can go back myself, thanks all the same." I spit sullenly it reply. This hero is obviously one o' Zib or some's little pets, without much initiative of her own. "One of those thugs shot me, if ya didn't notice," I gesture to my wound, "So maybe instead of tryin' to handcuff your fellow hero, you could instead give her a medi-pack." I've forgotten mine - not the greatest forward-thinker, imma 'fraid.