Timageness

Thud has made the list.

IC: Misery - Gym "Any luck on your end?" IC: Rail - Gym "Of course she did. This is a combat assignment; she's self-advertising in order to increase her odds of finding equally capable teammates... and apparently, you didn't make the cut. So unless you've seen the full extent of her abilities first hand, you shouldn't be taking her words at face value." It was then that he jabbed his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of Icarax. "And besides, trying to start an unsanctioned fight in plain view of a Makuta, especially when the event hasn't even begun yet? Not the smartest idea." "Rail."

OOC: Rail originally took four, but gave two back and left the others in front of Xara's dorm. But since Nato never acknowledged their existence, let's just assume that he went back to retrieve them after he hadn't seen her around in a while, and they're currently being kept in his room. IC: Rail - Gym "We both reside in the same facility. Like it or not, you were bound to run into me again eventually." To the other, he simply performed the Rahkshi equivalent of raising an eyebrow. "So your idea of a challenge is a Rahkshi who's missing both an arm and a leg? Because he only goes after people when he thinks he can get away with it... which is probably why he was trying to start a fight in the first place. Couldn't take someone on himself, and he wanted you two to do it for him." IC: Misery - Gym "Not particularly. My pick seems to have been taken." OOC: Referring to Reda.

IC: ??? and ??? - Ko-Koro (Gates) Agrenox and Muerve were not happy. First of all, they were on guard duty instead of kicking back, getting themselves plastered, and then going off to find some poor fool to murder. Secondly, they were on guard duty, which was inherently one of the most boring jobs in the city, since there currently wasn't a seige, and any troublemakers that did show up were usually cut down by the defenses on the walls long before they even got the chance to raise their weapons... which also meant that they occasionally had to go out and remove the bodies. But the absolute worst part of the job was dealing with the random idiots seeking passage into the village. And guess what the group in front of them was currently comprised of? "State your name and business," Muerve said, the Ba-Lesterin making no effort to hide her irritation as her Vortixx companion continued to look imposing. "Balrev, Devourer of Entrails," stated a heavily armored being, which their intelligence reports referred to as a "Tiokaha," adorned with a bandolier of shrunken heads. "I seek to pledge myself to the Legacy's forces and sow the seeds of chaos and destruction all across this puny - " "Yeah, yeah, just move yourself along before one of us decides to have you shot. Next." "Syntetha," purred the Vo-Toa behind him. "I wish to fulfill my darkest desires, and to gain as much power as I can in the process." "Awesome. Don't forget to check in with the healers on a regular basis. Next." "Uh, er...," groaned a voice from behind the seductress, belonging to a noticeably twitchy Skakdi. "Next!" "Pl-plaggar, ma'am...!" "And your business...?" "..." "..." "..." "..." "For the evulz...?" One mental facepalm later, and he was being escorted away by a trio of armed guards, only for the distinct sound of gunfire to be audible not too long afterwards. "Ugh... He was on the register, Muerve. Confirmed thief and murderer." "Sucks to be him. Maybe now the rest of them will learn not to tick me off. Next!" Two cloaked figures quickly approached, one wearing a green Akaku, and the other rivaling Agrenox's own height. "Greetings, fraulein. I am Dr. Snark, a new arrival to this land, and rumor has it that this village is just the place for me to resume my less than... ethical experiments." "And your companion?" "Ah, how rude of me! This, of course, is my assistant, Ms. Chuckles. She has quite the habit of leaving our subjects with... smiles on their faces." As if on que, the fabric pulled itself away from the hip of the second being, revealing a knife that was much too large to normally be used by medical professionals. "I keep telling her that she'd find a scalpal much more suitable for her interests, but she remains quite insistent about using her own tools." "I don't need to hear your life story. Just get inside before you end up like the guy in front of you." "Wunderbar! Come, Ms. Chuckles! I want to get started on replacing the lab equipment we lost in that shipwreck straight away!" "Next!" After countless hours of wandering around, mingling with the populace, and finally grabbing a bite to eat, "Dr. Snark" and "Ms. Chuckles" eventually ducked into an abandoned shack after making absolutely sure that they weren't being tailed. "I cannot believe that actually worked," drawled the larger being, removing her cloak and revealing the Vortixx beneath. " To be quite honest, I was almost certain you were going to get us killed." "Yeah, well, hold on to your widgets," the Bo-Toa sarcastically replied, replacing the powerless Akaku with the Great Volitak he had hidden away on his person as an alarm blared somewhere off in the distance. "Today's not over yet." OOC: Verulas and Xhalia have arrived in Ko-Koro.

IC: Misery - Gym "Might as well. Haven't had any other offers lately." Hopefully, this one has some actual skill behind him. IC: Rail - Gym "Because he's a troublemaker known for bullying other students and instigating fights." Rail, who was standing fairly close to the assembling group, couldn't help but overhear said conversation and take notice that Booger seemed to be back to his old habits again. "I assumed he had learned his lesson the last time we met after I separated him from his fingers. Seems he now wants me to move on up to his hand."

IC: Misery - Gym The Rahkshi of Teleportation casually glanced at the mostly silver being approaching her, briefly looking them up and down, before turning her attention back towards the crowd. And then, in her signature bored monotone, she replied. "What gave it away?"

IC: Rail - Gym Standing amongst the gathering crowd, Rail simply crossed his arms and frowned. It had taken some time for Palma to fix him up after his fight with Glass, much longer than he was initially accustomed to (usually his opponents were the ones who received the bulk of their collective injuries during a sparring match), especially since she had to practically repair an entire section of his torso from scratch. But in the end, it was all worth it, for he had finally leveled up. The bile, nausea, and the sensation of both his body and suit reforming themselves struck without warning while he was resting, leaving him significantly stronger than he was before as well as rejuvenating him with an additional surplus of energy. Truth be told, he actually came straight back to the Gym not too long afterwards in an effort to test out his new powers by himself, but when the Porters announced that an assignment was about to occur, he figured he'd get a much better taste of how effective they now were in an actual combat scenario if he simply waited for the event to begin. Which only left one more thing to take care of. The new pair of claws adorning his fists were noticeably heavier than the set he had arrived with, their blades much thicker and lengthening his reach by an additional inch or so, but in all honesty, this was how he preferred it. Given that he was still growing accustomed to his recent increase in strength, he figured that the additional mass would help compensate and lessen the chance of his own attacks unintentionally throwing him off-balance. Hopefully, I can find a group that shares a similar level of intellect and skill. Especially since the really powerful fighters are bound to start showing up soon. IC: Liar - Gym Hiding himself amongst the crowd, the Rahkshi of Dodge gently caressed the hilts of his swords as he continued to glare at Rail. We still have unfinished business, you and I. This time, I'm going to make you suffer. Along with anyone else stupid enough to get in my way. IC: Misery - Gym Finally. Something to do. Casually leaning up against a nearby wall, Misery began to scan the crowd, attempting to pick out those she deemed would make formidable allies... and potentially challenging foes. IC: Torc - Gym Hearing that some type of event was occuring in the Gym, Torc eventually found his way back there as well. Alright. Let's have some fun. And hopefully not get turned into a shish kabob again. OOC: All four participating in the assignment.

Added. Threw all my characters back in my signature as well, and edited Rail's profile to reflect his increase in level.

IC: Septima - Ga-Koro (Inn - Lobby) Noticing the two walk through the door, the Fe-Toa raised her arm in order to wave them over. Considering that she had been out drinking two days in a row now - the first with him, and the second to try and forget about the aftermath of the first - it was safe to assume that the mental exhaustion of said events was beginning to take its toll. Time to start showing some restraint, Septima. No more alcohol for the forseeable future.

OOC: Time-skip initiated. IC: Septima - Ga-Koro (Inn - Lobby) Ugh... Please don't barf... Having slid into a chair over in some far-off corner of the room, the Fe-Toa simply held her head and stomach as she desperately tried to fight her way through her hangover. As the daylight assaulted her eyes, her head pounded with each and every sound, and the various aromas emanating from the nearby kitchen threatened to cause a tsunami in her abdomen, she glanced back up, scanning the room for any visible signs of the Vo-Toa and Vortixx from the previous day. Given her recent state of inebriation, it wasn't too long before she needed assistance once again with her balance (likely much to the chagrin of the latter, who seemed to be the most sober individual amongst the trio), which inevitably led them to drop her off so she could get some much needed rest after resolving to meet up with one another again later the next morning. Hopefully, they remember how to get back here... I'd hate for Viis to get so close to her goal, only to be thwarted by a series of horribly drunken directions.

Unless you've been banned or suspended, it's relatively safe to assume that the revolving doors and turnstiles for all RPGs will continue to rotate, provided that they don't close up shop entirely.

Added. There's a link to the new character list in my signature, since we lack the means to update the old one.

For the record, I'm still here; I just have a nasty habit of lapsing into inactivity when I don't know what to write. Or if I'm waiting on someone else to post. Or if nothing's been going on with my characters for an extended period of time. Just ask Shu and Aine. They've literally just been sitting on a bench in Ga-Wahi since June 2016, waiting to receive a so far nonexistent quest reward. Or Dravennica and Celphrithia, who were last seen down near The Vault in Mangaia back in February of the exact same year, somewhere in line between an inactive group of Outsiders and wherever the heck Echelon and Kohra are, seeking to barter for Antidermis. But I digress.

Just wanted to throw this out there, but my browser hasn't been properly displaying/loading the Discord login screen for the past week, so I'm currently unable to visit the site.

That's... actually a little iffy, since, as evidenced by the introduction of the Flood's Logic Plague over in the Halo franchise, robots and other artificial constructs are now no longer necessarily immune to these types of things anymore. If the seeds are capable of producing spores that can construct enough plant matter to encompass the Vahki's CPUs/motherboards and establish a "mental" link by directly patching itself into said components, then it's entirely possible that the Morbuzakh could simply use its own logic to effectively trick the machines into corrupting their programming, thus essentially turning them into "willing" hosts and pawns. Which could then also provide a somewhat reasonable explanation as to how and why the infected are still active, especially if they successfully managed to assimilate a bunch of them into some sort of Gravemind/Brethren Moon-type deal in response to the loss of their original leader.

And just like that, my interest has suddenly been piqued.

In the interest of finally getting things rolling again on this front, I'm just going to go ahead and approve these. Should be added to the list shortly.

Added. Not that I know of, though doing it excessively would likely be quite the mental strain on your character.

IC: Dahrak Nade - Onu-Koro (Streets) Karz... Wait, what the - ? Oh, ####...! As the earth opened up beneath him, the Po-Toa could do little more than brace himself for the inevitable impact as he, the building behind him, and a large portion of the alley, began plummeting down towards the bottom. "Argh...! #### it, Galea! Watch what you're doing back there!" Shaking her head in disapointment as she placed the bloody knife back down on her tray, the Bo-Lesterin continued to hold the wound open as she leaned over to dig through her medical supplies. "Serves you right. If you had come straight home to have this taken care of after training instead of going out for drinks, I wouldn't have to remove all this dead flesh from the back of your shoulder. And I'm almost done, so quiet down, or you'll wake up Nogan." "You're just mad because I had the spear tip pulled out long before you had the chance to play around with it, you sadist." "Aww, I love you too, you big grump," she said, leaning forward as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Just a forewarning; this next part's going to sting a bit." "Oh, please. You can't possibly hurt me any more than you already - argh!" A few moments of profanity, stitching, and bandaging later, and the wound was tended to as best as it could've been by purely physical means alone. Truth be told, Galea's work might have been faster, and far less painful, if she had simply used her mask to mend it instead, but this was obviously her way of trying to teach him a lesson. Granted, it probably wasn't going to stick, and he'd likely be in a similar situation again within the next few weeks, but he had long since accepted that as part of her charm. "Now, is there anything else you need me to look at, or can I start cleaning up?" Rotating his arm for a bit in as he turned to face her, he briefly glanced over his shoulder in an effort to admire her handiwork. "I don't know, Doc," he said softly, a sly grin forming across his face. "That first kiss might not've been enough to make it all better. I may need another one." "Oh, really?" "Looks that way." "Well, I suppose that can be arranged," she said, gently clutching his chin as she leaned forward, only to swerve at the last second as she began whispering in his ear. "But it's going to have to wait. We have a visitor." Averting his gaze back towards the entrance of the medical tent, he soon spotted the figure of a young boy peeking his way around the flap while trying to remain largely inconspicuous. "Nogan...? What are you doing up at this hour?" His cover blown, the Po-Lesterin quickly ran inside and hopped up onto his father's lap. "I couldn't sleep, papa. The soldiers outside were making too much noise. Could you tell me a story?" "Uh... Sure. I've got one. Once upon a time, there was a boy, not too unlike yourself, mind you, who lived in a village under seige by a great and terrible... dragon." "A d-dragon...?" "Yes, a dragon. It had horns as long as I am tall, wings powerful enough to darken the sky, scales of pure obsidian, and the mouth of a raging volcano, spewing fire hot enough to roast everything that stood in it's path. At night, it would emerge from it's cave and start feasting on the villagers' cattle, swallowing them whole before spitting back up the bones. Many hunters attempted to slay it, to rid their home of its evil, laying traps and forming hunting parties, but all of those who were lucky enough to return did so in defeat." "So what did the boy do?" "Well, seeing as to how everyone else had failed to defeat the beast, the boy took it upon himself to journey to the creature's cave alone. There he stood, and with his voice raised as high as he could, he began to shout. "Oh, mighty dragon, I have come before you to pledge myself to your service, so that my village may be spared. But before I do, I must make sure that you are, indeed, as great and terrible as you appear." And the dragon, in all his pride, emerged out into the open to accept the challenge, as he found the boy's defiance amusing. "Speak then your prerequisites, before I turn you into my next meal." "Oh, mighty dragon, surely if your appetite is massive, you should have no problem drinking the lake dry." "Fool!," bellowed the dragon. "I am a dragon! My appetite is endless and knows no limits!" And with that, the dragon sucked the lake dry, leaving not so much as a drop of water behind. "Oh, mighty dragon, surely if you were imposing, you wouldn't need such horns." "Fool!," bellowed the dragon. "I am a dragon! I need no horns to spread fear!" And with that, the dragon snapped off his horns, and threw them at the boy's feet. "Oh, mighty dragon, surely if you are powerful, you need not be so large." "Fool!," bellowed the dragon. "I am a dragon! My power remains, even when the size of one such as yourself!" And with that, the dragon shrunk down to the size of the boy. "Oh, mighty dragon, surely if you were still dangerous, you'd still be able to move." "Fool!," bellowed the dragon, becoming annoyed with the boy. "You've wasted enough of my time. Prepare to meet your end!" But try as he might, with his stomach so full of lake water, and his limbs to small to support it, he could no longer budge, nor spew forth his deadly flames. The only part of himself he could move towards the boy was his head, but without his horns, he remained just out of reach. "Fool!," bellowed the boy as he lifted up one of the horns and pierced the dragon's heart. "I am a boy! And you have just fallen for my trap!" And with the dragon defeated and the lake restored, the boy returned home to his village as a hero, inspiring generations to come that no matter the odds, everything will turn out just fine in the end." A look of confusion spread across the child's face as he leaned up against the Po-Toa's chest, still desperately trying to stay awake. "But papa...," he said, his eyes now weary and struggling to stay open. "If everything worked out in the story, then..." "Yes, Nogan?" "Then how come you couldn't save mama and me?" The next thing he knew, Dahrak was kneeling in the mud, cradling the limp, bloody bodies of his family, with tears streaming down his face. And through the dancing flames and the rain beating down upon his back, all he could do was scream towards the heavens. After what felt like an eternity of having to live through it all again, a cloud of darkness began to form around him, a pair of glowing red eyes emerging from its center. You are a fool, Dahrak Nade, for ever thinking that you could ever shirk your destiny as my pawn. No... Your mother, as zealous as she was, created you in order to serve me. Shut up... Mata Nui has abandoned you. You have no place at his side. I said... shut up... Almost as soon as the darkness had arrived, a sphere of solid stone began forming around it, trapping the entity within as it slowly began to condense. Your soul is forever mine, and one day, I will come to collect it. You're welcome to try. But I suggest you have a ####### army at your back when you show up. You'll never see your family again. Yes... I... will. Before I do, though, I'm going to kick both you and your brother straight in the teeth. You cannot harm me, for I am a god. Perhaps not yet. But as for right now, I can still hurt the ###### who arranged this little meeting of ours. Creating a pillar with his element and using it to launch himself up out of the hole after finally shattering his way through the illusion, he swung his fist towards the ground, launching the boulder that came up behind him directly at his current foe. Given that it was about as large as a third of the pit's total radius, the resulting devastation was not going to be pretty. Because not all of us are born as heroes, Nogan. Some of us are born as dragons.

Edited.

IC: Dahrak Nade - Onu-Koro (Streets) What the - ? Don't recall being this hammered... Illusions...? Seriously...? Closing in fast... Think, Dahrak! It was then that he started to backpedal a bit to buy himself some additional time, though he otherwise remained resolute in his decision to keep up the fight. Four bodies, four directions, eight arms, eight blades... And then it dawned on him. For the first time in what felt like ages, a brief smile formed across his face, terrifying enough to rival the now infamous grin of the Skakdi race and to put fear into the hearts of all but the most hardened followers of the Makuta. But only one mask. Reaching out again with his Matatu, he began to apply an almost virtuously unnoticable amount of pressure around the Kanohi of his opponent and his doppelgangers; not enough to cause any real damage or disrupt its trajectory, mind you, but just enough to separate the real Karz-Head from his band of fakes. Swiveling towards his actual adversary, he quickly raised his arms, letting the blades harmlessly bite into the stone that encased them, only to tighten his mental grip and attempt to rip it straight from his face as he countered with a faux punch of his own, this time using his element to fire off the entire gauntlet in a point blank shot towards the center of the Onu-Toa's chest. You done ###### up now, son. Let's see how tough you really are without that Mahiki.

Fair enough. Will edit. Thanks for the heads up.

IC: Dahrak Nade - Onu-Koro (Streets) Finally, a potential candidate appears. "Many have tried." It was then that the surrounding rubble slowly began to levitate off of the ground, courtesy of his Matatu, before being systematically flung back towards the Toa who had created it. At the same time, he shifted himself into a more battle-ready stance, and threw an uppercut into the air, purposefully hitting nothing as a pillar of stone in the shape of a fist mimicing the same gesture errupted through the floor of the hut and attempted to strike the underside of the other being's chin. "None have succeeded."

All three have been added to the Post Wyrd Approvals down in my signature. If I missed anyone, let me know.

IC: Septima - Ga-Koro (Bar) "If I... recall correctly, I came across it... down near the docks." She stopped for a moment, trying to find the words for accurate directions, but ultimately came up blank. "I should... be able to... take you there... once I sober up."