FallenAtlas

Son, you need a better hobby.

IC: Erike & Samera "Certainly!" Erike replied quickly. "It's just been a while since I've been to Ga-Koro. Salt air, I think."

Fall in a tackle box lately? No. Okay.

OOC: Atlas from Ta-Wahi IC: Atlas The trip from Ta-Koro was less than eventful. The Law didn't provide any new targets besides some Matoran that found a new home in a lava flow. As the temperature dropped and the altitude climbed, Atlas found himself borrowing clothing from the wicked that lived in the area. Judgement wasn't passed on them....yet. Covered in heavy clothing, the Law hidden away in the wraps of exomis, Atlas ascended a small hill; his eyes fell upon Ko-Koro on the distance and he shivered. "An entire village of evil. Mata Nui save them all when judgement falls." OOC: OFI

I only start listening to Christmas songs on Black Friday, as that is the only acceptable time to even pull them out.

IC: Atlas News came to Atlas, slowly, of a movement in Ko-Koro to free the village of the grasp of Makuta. "Interesting," he rumbled, "that the warriors of the island choose this time to embark on such a mission. However, without careful watch, their 'freedom' may be just as evil as the current environment there. They need a watcher of the watchmen. This is my call." OOC: Atlas to Ko-Wahi

Brilliant actually. Rob drugs from criminals, and use the bricks of cocaine to create a bank, fully functioning. Then sell it, and pocket the income! It is fool-proof!

I have always been against fans dictating what is canon or not, regardless of the circumstances around it or what it may be(Bionicle, Star Wars, etc.). This should be decided by the story team, whomever they are, and if they say yes, it is a yes.

IC: Nacka Nacka stopped quickly and swore. Guard HQ! If they had kept on walking everything would have been fine...but in the HQ, now that was a problem. Nacka clenched her fists tightly; they would arrest her the instant she stepped in there. But if they went into the Guard HQ, they were most likely carrying something of value, no doubt. Nacka dashed down a side street and began zigzagging towards the HQ. The sides of the building were safer to approach than the rear or front. She slid up to the wall, retuned her ear-piece, and waited.

IC: Yenroot Yenroot nodded, "'Course." He reached out and grabbed the pack, and pulled it up. It came up easily enough, but the amount of weight in there certainly shocked him. They, the hunters, had enough luggage already; and to kill a creature didn't take much effort at all. What was all this stuff? Long-term camping? "Hmmp." Yenroot grunted, passing the bag along.

IC: Yenroot Using a heatstone to start a fire was a good idea; having a Toa of Fire handy was better. But that didn't seem to be the case at the moment. Yenroot deposited a small armful of rocks in the center of the clearing, and began arranging them in a campfire-like position. "We're gonna need more, for sure."

IC: Erike & Samera "Name's Erike, myself." And I'm Samera... "Onu-Koro is a bit of a distance...and wandering all over the island for the heck of it isn't a great idea...did your son say anything about where he was going before he left?"

Fall in a tackle box lately? Get out.

IC: Yenroot Yenroot laughed at Flabbergaster. "Just big enough to hold the fire at bay; not pebbles, but not boulders." Yenroot picked up a sizable rock in his hand. "Like this, but a tad bigger."

*Your. And it was. My name isn't Henry!! The shame is probably going to stick with him for a while, but I don't he'll let it pin him down. I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for a laugh, I can tell you I don't have it. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you stop your puns now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

Word to the wise: When your co-worker suggests a sparing contest with clothing needles, refuse. It is not fun to lose.

IC: Erike & Samera As Lash headed off, he had an odd feeling that he might see her again someday. But then again, this was a big island. His focus followed the mother's gaze unto the roof overlooking them. Odd spot to land in the middle of a conversation, he noted. "He's like this tall." Erike pitched it, raising a hand to about his shoulder. "Or was, when he left."

IC: Erike & Samera Kill the mommy. Possessive wretch, we could go without her. "I," Erike started slowly, eyes blurring slightly as he tried to listen to both Samera and the world about him, "am perfectly okay. Just the salty air...I imagine."

I can tell you right now, in my experience RPing, that doesn't even hit the top 50 of weird and crazy things I've read.

IC: Erike & Samera Erike shook his head, pulling his cloak tight. "I just arrived in Ga-Koro myself. There can't be that many De-Toa running about though...have you contacted the Marines?"

IC: Erike & Samera She's strong, Samera hissed, You should stick with her. Erike scowled internally at that idea; he wasn't gonna run around with somebody that has an active feud. He also realized how frigging difficult it was to hold two conversations like this. Luckily, before he said something even more stupid, a third being approached inquiring about her son. "Ah, what does he look like?"

As bio-mechical beings, burying the dead is a little wasteful. Can't they just recycle the parts? Or am I getting that wrong as well...?

IC: Erike & Samera Many things were going through Erike's mind at that moment, but the most prominent was Samera guffawing. From helpful doctor to creepy perv-that was quick. Erike shot his hands up, palms out. He shook his head, eyes wide. "No, I mean-I'm not-Not hitting on you-Just saying-your eyes-you look exhausted!" He rambled out.

OOC: It takes two to tango... IC: Erike & Samera Erike laughed and shook his head. "I was talking about your eyes; they tell more about a being than their armor and clothing." He replied softly. "Yours tell a lot."