Jesse Pinkman

IC: Karmine Madoc - Anger Managed (Iron Mahi, Carriage 1) It takes me a little time for me to recognise that Baz has finally gotten a grasp of what is currently happening in front of him, and Surdo also appears to be just fine. Minor crisis averted. I use but a moment to wipe some of the blood on my face with the back of my hand, having sheathed my sword for the time being, seeing as nobody seems to be protesting to our little act of train piracy. Finally, I'm able to offer something of a warmer smile. I was beginning to think the capability had rescinded. "That sounds like a good shout. Our supposed evasion of the authorities isn't going to last too long. Minnorak, would you watch our rears? Us three should move forward." OOC: @Perp@Nato G@Tarn and everyone else

IC: Ela Latos - Lighthouse The blood faded from Ela's blade as he brought it beside her head, both hands clutching the handle. "In that case...it is again, an honour to meet you, my Lady." She said this in earnest, perhaps sensing that the Fursic's decision to tell her was something of a privilege. Nevertheless, the Lesterin's gaze became harder. "But now your strength has revealed itself. So, unveiled, we begin for certain." She'd already begun to circle Kiyaku. It was a difficult dance. She now had to confront the knowledge that her senses may have to be discarded in order to best the Menti. Suddenly, she rushed seemingly impulsively, the Le-Lesterin's added speed making her a blur with a glint of silver aimed for the Menti's torso. OOC: @Krayzikk

IC: Karmine Madoc - Anger Management (Iron Mahi, Carriage 1) Sweet great spirit, please hear me, please give me the strength and patience not to SLAM THIS THICK HEADED SKAKDI TOO HARD AND LIQUIDATE HIS- I can breathe. Everything's right as rain. He's just playing it up, for the audience. Just selling the act. Nobody's acting stupid, I'm all fine and dandy. Just play along. Don't get any more carried away. It's all improv. My hand tightens around the closely held firearm, mostly just a warning to the already quite frightened passengers behind me and Baszlin, while I reach down to my left sword at my thigh, loosening its gravity to have it drawn quickly and pointed at the performative Skakdi in front. "Well, listen. Handle your friend or you'll be on the floor with him. Is that alright?" I find myself desperately hoping Baz catches onto my not so subtle hint, before the real trouble arrives. OOC: @Perp@Tarn@Nato Gand everyone else on heist squad and the train

IC: Ela Latos - Lighthouse "I-" Had she miscalculated? Blood trailed down her blade. It was a predictable swing, how could she have been hit? Stop bleeding, get back up. Ela frowned, in what looked like disappointment, but internally, was immense shock. Le-Wahi had healers, she could go get someone. It wasn't too late. They'd understa- And then, the crystal on her neck. "Hmm. Hahahahahaha." The Lesterin's laugh was that of genuine amusement, but also shock and surprise. She bit her tongue, still chuckling to herself. "You have me lost, in both senses of the term." Ela finally spoke, swallowing finally. "You have your first concession. I'm sure you knew you'd get me, with that one." OOC: @Krayzikk

IC: ??? - ?????? "I just don't understand. I mean, you even said I was better, right?" "...That's not all there is to this." "Don't be foolish. What else is there?" "I love you more than anyone else in these islands. But you do need to learn to look past the surface." "Look. You're starting to talk like they do, now. Just say what you mean." "Fair enough. Do you remember when Mother hit you?" "How could I forget?" "Why do you think she did that?" "Because I lost." "Not just that. I'd beaten you in a way you hadn't expected, that you'd hadn't prepared for." "Yeah." "You kept rejecting training offers to help you improve, train you as a Willhammer. And then when I beat you, you had the gall to be angry." "Because that wasn't fair! You knew that wasn't my discipline." "It looks like you're the fool here. You put all your eggs in one basket. Did you never think about why you lost?" "No, I just thought about beating you next time." ...

IC: Kenji - Sail Tired bones heft the canoe from its shoreside hovel. It's not an overly long way to drag it, the last hurdle is just always the toughest for you to overcome. You find yourself paused for but an instance, before shaking yourself and tightening your hands around the rope attached to the front of the boat. A mistake. You yank too strong. The weathered and rotting rope snaps and you stumble, nearly falling but planting your feet firmly. You hiss, however, as you look down. A road marked across your palms. Red and brown coloured, painful to touch. And so, you bring out the beaten canteen you've been using for a while. You open one palm out, your dominant hand, and pour on some of the water you had left. It hurts a little, but it soothes more. It looks cleaner, although nowhere near where it should be. You'll dress it later. Then you repeat the process with the other hand. Now, the boat. You hoist it up onto your shoulders, carrying it like it was the world itself. It's not as heavy there as you'd imagined. You begin to walk, dragging it across the sand and away from the rocks, the ocean waves coming closer, and closer. You're not sure where the wind will take you, but you hope it'll be far away from this place. Before long, injured hands drop the canoe into the water, and you gaze upon the footsteps you'd left in the sand, the ruined settlements beyond. You will not miss this island. Night falls soon.

IC: Karmine Madoc - Grand Entrance At The Iron Mahi (Recommended listening) All of the goings on inside the train unbeknownst to me, I'm currently climbing back down to the side windows of the carriage - or, well, more accurately rappelling, just with no rope. The noise and commotion caused by Surdo and Baz's somewhat poorly telegraphed (but in the end, well executed!) act left me free to lightly hop down the side of the train, wind still carving across my face like tiny little Takea teeth. I do this until my feet are positioned directly above the top of the train window. I can just about see some of the passengers inside, the black cloaked Ta-Toa catching my eye in particular. And with Baszlin's passioned, but sadly inaudible, address made to the commuters on board, I finally untighten the weapon around my shoulder. It is somewhat regrettable how quickly I check it over, making sure the magazine inside was full, and that there is not a round already chambered, so as to avoid accidental discharges. Collateral damage is good for nobody. I'd be lying if I said I was not a little nervous as I breathe in, turning my face away from the window and using my gravity powers to give me an extra bit of boost in my jump, and an ever so slight pull back to the window. Well, actually, I won't be modest. It's quite a karzing strong pull. One that I feel every bit of as my body painfully crashes through the window, glass flying and falling across the empty seats in front as well as into me. And try as I might to hold on and to not let the adrenaline and excitement take over, I'm afraid I can't help myself as I stand up quickly in the centre of the carriage, weapon drawn and blood streaming across my arms and face already, both eyes open and more than alert. "GET YOUR DISGUSTING BLOODY BEHINDS DOWN AND YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEADS, UNLESS YOU WANT TO MATCH EYES WITH ME!!!" Oh dear. OOC: @Tarn@Perp@Nato G@Vezok's Friend

IC: Kenji - Without Honour or Morality There's something therapeutic about the air, as you stride among the tall grass toward the coast. The smell of rot is slowly but surely purging itself away, replaced by a cool, salty breeze. Kozu is by no means a big island, and this has worked to your advantage thus far - traversing the isle quickly is far easier than, say, on Sado. The two isles, in your head, are not dissimilar practically. But the Rahkshi here would at least gift you the grace of a quick death - the same could not be said for the Imperials. You would be expected to rot longer, far before you met your fate, on Sado. Sado would not be your escape plan. You have heard little of any other island in the Empire since your stay in Kozu, but you hope that in your heart, Oki is safe. Your animalistic desires wishes you could die there, instead of the other growing graveyards in Kentoku. The scraps of your past self, your pride, prohibits this. And so as your ill used mind remains blank, your only instinct is to sail, far away from this place. You spot a canoe far ahead as you step onto the edge of the bluff. The waves seem to have washed it in, the rest of the coastal area remains lifeless and barren besides the forces of nature eroding at the island with time. You care not what brought it here, it seems in well enough shape for you to make your attempt out of Kozu, to a destination yet unknown. You place your straw hat back on your head, leaning your head back as the coastal winds brush your gaunt face.

IC: ??? - Outside the train Surdo, and for that matter really anyone in the few carriages near him, would hear a heavy percussive thumping sound on top of the train. It would appear that the crew's teammate had indeed finally done his job for now. OOC: @BULiK@oncertainty@Tarn and the rest

IC: Kenji - Lone Mutt and Rat What does a stray dog consider? What runs through its brain as it lays brainless, in wait? Does it think of the future? Of what meat it has to chew, what Rahi it has to chase? Or does it desire its master, the immediacy of orders? A dog is a fierce opponent when the stakes are simple, when the objective is clear. It hunts, it kills. But when it is alone, with no prey to stalk, what does it become? THWOOSH! Foul tasting ichor blasts in your face as your long, glowing purple soul pierces the back carapace of the Rahkshi. The movement lights something in you again. You feel found for all but a moment. Then the Rahkshi turns, unsteadily and crippled. You see its mouth begin to separate to scream at you, to alert its brethren. You move faster, your weathered hand shooting up and forward past its staff grip, crushing its vile jaws together as you meet its sickly gaze. You wonder if it feels fear, if it's even capable of it. And your other hand bearing your spirit blade comes upwards, ending its existence. As the headless, blue armoured monster spills more ichor onto you and the dead grass by the fort, you feel something come back to you before you duck into the shadows. You recognise your luck in succeeding, it would be unlikely for you to achieve that again. But more importantly, you don't need to. You need to make it to the coast.

IC: Ela Latos - Lighthouse She flashed that awkward smile again as she moved out of stance for but a moment. She bent over forwards slightly, the iron blade glinting as it came out slowly, twirling in the Lesterin's hands when it was finally released. On paper, Ela would have the advantage. She already had a huge reach advantage barehanded because of her size compared to Kiyaku's, but Ela's weapon was also far longer and probably more versatile than Kiyaku's, judging by its shape. But it wasn't Kiyaku's stature or armaments that had attracted Ela, nor what Kiyaku had offered to show. The unknown factor was often a frustration to certain fighters, ones desperate for victory or glory. Less purpose seekers than addicts. For Ela, this was why she breathed. Her stance was now reassumed, opting for front-on, orange eyes glimmering a sense of readiness and quiet excitement. "Begin?" OOC: @Krayzikk

IC: Ela Latos - Lighthouse "More than suitable." She began to stretch, one long arm over the other elbow, and then the reverse. Practiced movements, more just an excuse for mental preparation. "Weapons or no weapons?" She asked of the Menti. Ultimately, it mattered not either way. Her skills with the blade were equal, perhaps even less than her striking ability. But she didn't intend to go all out, this was an education in Kiyaku's people rather than a self indulgent brawl. Though she supposed if Kiyaku's skill were impressive, she might not be able to help herself. In any case, she got into a basic battle stance, side on, left hand toward Kiyaku, the other floating by her face. OOC: @Krayzikk

IC: Karmine Madoc - Iron Mahi (The Set-Up) I'm sure Po-Wahi is nice, but so far it's been hard appreciate the scenery with sand and wind blasting in my face. I really do wish I hadn't ditched those sunglasses from back in the day - for once they'd actually be practical here! But, again. Old me. Now, by my count, it's getting high time I crawl out from under the train. I'm hoping not to attract too much attention, but as Quoribay highlighted, as long as I destroy their means of communicating back, it shouldn't matter too much. I trust my comrades to have the situation handled if anyone acts brash. No reason for anyone to get hurt if everyone's reasonable, right? And so, I begin to crawl, using my anti-gravity powers to keep me propped up against the bottom of the train. I'm surprised at myself for not being nervous! I make the climb fairly easily, the trickiest part is keeping my concentration with all the noise and wind. It's hard to break a Toa's elemental focus if they're anywhere past decent, but that doesn't quite mean it's all effortless. But I digress! I step as lightly as my powers allow, opting to move slower rather than quicker. Nobody seems to have noticed yet, thank the Great Spirit, but I can't really get a good glimpse inside to tell for sure. And as I reach the edge of the engine roof, I somersault upwards and soften my landing next to the antenna, the warm wind cutting across my face. Okay. No need to overthink this. And so, I reach for the base of the radio antenna and yank it with great force, pulling it out from the train roof like some bad weeds. OOC: @BULiK Mahi crew, comms are now down. Up to you whether you saw Karmine doing what he's doing.

IC: Ela Latos - En route to duel location "Quite." Ela agreed. "I've yet to challenge one to combat, but I've seen their powers in action - unbelievably dangerous." Kiyaku might have called the tone of that last word lustful as Ela said it. "I hope our battle will serve as ample preparation, when the time comes for me to overcome that goal. Perhaps it will serve as preparation for you, too." @Krayzikk

IC: Ela Latos - Bar in Nokama Port The Lesterin almost immediately realised that reading Kiyaku would be impossible until she engaged her in combat. Her kit seemed to be deliberately unremarkable, and by Ela's experience, those who carried such quiet confidence and lack of insecurity were some of the most dangerous combatants. She'd yet to understand the Dasaka's true range of abilities - so perhaps this chance meeting was fate. "What do you know of the Toa?" Ela asked of her new acquaintance, as they walked. OOC: @Krayzikk

IC: Karmine Madoc - Obsidian Outpost I raise a one of my usual non-verbal thanks, an open palm. Now, first things first, my legs carry me past my new comrades, following the hospitable Vortixx's directions (though he still seemed a bit stone faced). I shut the door behind me with quite a bit more force than I'd usually mean to... ... You splash water on your face, feverishly scrubbing at your eyelids and your forehead.. ...

IC: Karmine Madoc - Obsidian Outpost I do manage a laugh at this, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. I unfortunately don't notice myself rubbing the back of my head. "The old me might well have agreed with you, aha." I spare a glance at Quoribay. "But I'm afraid Mata Nui doesn't smile upon the wrathful." Right. OOC: @Tarn@BULiK@Nato G@Perp@~Xemnas~@oncertainty

IC: Kenji - Making Ends Meat The taste is fouler than you thought it would be, and you find yourself picking at rotting teeth with your blade, trying to get it out of your mouth. A futile affair. Instead you begin to taste copper in your mouth, and there's a numbed, but clear pain in your gums. You had steadier hands once. The shattered sword rubs against your ripped garments again, before all but neatly going back in your sheath. Is it finally time to get back up? You answer your own question, aching limbs standing your wasted torso up quietly. The crack of light coming through the wall beckons you. Your mustard eyes narrow and squint as you stalk over quietly, like a shallows cat. The sun rips at your eyes, before dulling after a moment. It's foggy just how long you've been camping out, but you wager maybe a few days. There's a few more ruined buildings nearby, all much smaller than the fort you stand shakily in. Zataka's dogs patrol with sniffs and snorts. Less than usual. The bottom line hit you earlier, midway through your meal. This island is no shelter. There's little for you to pick at anymore, and as the remaining rahi die out, so will you. You wonder, not for the first time, if you even care. And yet you breathe. A familiar paradox. And so you lean against the wall, watching the Rahkshi. Like the Kahu, in another life. One in particular catches your eye, after minutes of staring. You haven't been able to mark the more nuanced colour schemes in your mind, but this one was a bright blue. A dangerous variation, if it is what you recall. It sits lifelessly, close to the entrance to your requisitioned fort, mindless. Not dissimilar from your own position. You aren't afraid it will enter. This place was cleared long ago. But it serves as a guard to the jail you left yourself in. And so...if your plan formed in the past moments is to come to pass... The increasingly orange sun shines into your eyes. Perhaps it is time to leave.

IC: Karmine Madoc - Obsidian Outpost The sudden smell of ozone in the room leaves your good eye twitching ever so slightly. Your finger begins to gently caress the handle of your rifle, and you cough into the back of your free hand. "We can kill eachother after the job is done, yes?" I now instinctively slap my face gently, bringing my smile back and my rifle to my shoulder. Small world with our lot, eh? Nothing to worry about, nothing at all. "I didn't quite catch your name, friend, but do you have a bathroom I could use before we embark? I had to take the long route here, I'm sure you know how it is." I ask of the Vortixx. OOC: @Tarn@BULiK@Nato G@Perp@~Xemnas~

IC: Karmine Madoc - Obsidian Outpost "That's a point - I'm not so familiar with Po-Koro's law enforcement, I do jolly well hope they're not as vigilant as the Ta-Koro guard. The, um, less blood the better, right?" I do hear the knock before the door opens, and I assist it in opening. There's two men standing outside, a Fe-Matoran and a frightful looking De-Skakdi. I do my best not to look shocked at the Skakdi's scarred and twisted appearance - I'm sure he's friendlier on the inside. In any case, I beckon them both in with a polite smile, picking up my launcher by the door carefully while I'm at it. "You're just in time, you two, if you're here for what I think you're here for! Come on into the warm." OOC: @Nato G@BULiK@oncertainty@~Xemnas~@Tarn@Perp

IC: Ela Latos - Bar in Nokama Port She momentarily wondered if Kiyaku had read her mind. The Dasaka's words intrigued, and more-on, excited Ela. This was exactly what her migration to the Toa homeland had been for. "You read me well." She smirked, standing up from her chair. "I accept your accord, and I am honoured that you would grace me with that privilege." OOC: @Krayzikk