The Captain

I give assassination services at a reasonable discount, if anyone requires.

Veterans aren't going to be the ones who give you victory in the polls. After the BZP hiatus, the number of veterans who even realize its back is very few, let alone who want to come back. Focus on writing something you like and feel passionate about before you start caring what others care about, let alone veterans. Veterans are a picky bunch, don't mind us too much.

{Time Stamp: Xeth, Le-Wahi, Morning} Xeth abused this distraction. While all eyes were on the hammer-weilding Matoran, Xeth stooped down and began violently sifting through the contents of the bag again, deciding it was best to get out of here as soon as possible. He couldn't do that with a torn bag of bounty. He had hoped he wouldn't have to resort to this - it would effect the overall worth of his night's work, but in this situation it'd likely be cost-effective. Plucking out everything from the bag that was made of or contained iron or iron-based material, Xeth began to quickly melt all of it into a large floating pool of a dark gray liquid. That left mostly gold, silver, and non-metal based prizes within the bag. Working as fast as he could as the squabbling behind him came to a close, he swept the pool over the bag like a blanket, enveloping it into something like a giant iron egg. The sheet sealed shut, leaving a new carrying container for the goods. Xeth turned back around to face the collective group, the giant shiny egg behind him slowly floating above the ground behind him. "No need for any help." Xeth said, taking a small step back towards the giant egg, the MPS still cocked and humming in his hands. "Now, I'll be on my way, unless anyone else has a big mouth."

Is a physical Zoroark completely pointless? I bred a decent one but discovered there really isn't any form of a decent moveset to give it. My special one blows it out of the water.

{Time Stamp: Xeth, Le-Wahi, Morning} "I can take you all down if I wanted to," the Toa of Iron said. Xeth's eyes flashed. "But I don't want to, so let's settle this like men, not chil--" In one swift movement the cane fell to the grass and from Xeth's back what appeared to be a massive sniper rifle was withdrawn from his back. Cocked, aimed, and fired all within a blink of an eye. The contraption sent a massive bolt of magnetized protons into Senegal's chest, sending him flying backwards and sliding along the still wet dew-laiden grass. Little blue lights flecked before his eyes as his armor clung uncomfortably tight to his body, each piece being magnetized to one another for a short amount of time as air was sucked out of his body. The massive weapon still resting in both hands, Xeth straightened and spat, standing upon the entire sack as if he was King of the Hill. Around his head two daggers began to orbit menacingly, twirling up and down slowly in a slow dance. "I don't take well to braggarts." Xeth grunted, spitting at the ground, abandoning his charade. "What's mine is mine. Now, leave with your heads while I sort to my stuff."

{Time Stamp: Xeth, Le-Wahi, Morning} Xeth took in his options. He had three Skakdi, who he knew could be dangerous if not separated quickly, and what appeared to be a Toa of Iron to his left. That could be tricky if he didn't make the first move. To his right, the harmless Matoran. Xeth made the decision to ignore him - he was clearly clueless. Mentally check listing his alternatives, Xeth gave the prying Toa a cold stare. "Lad, ye best keep your nose where you can handle to keep it." He straightened up slightly, resting one foot on the sack. "Take what ye found that the accursed bird dropped and count yerself lucky."

{Time Stamp: Xeth, Le-Wahi, Morning} Xeth repositioned himself that the Matoran at his rear no longer was in his blind spot. He grinned sheepishly and poked the cane at the overstuffed sack at his feet. "Just fixing a tear, lad." Xeth chuckled at Atiel, then turning to the Skakdi again, refusing to let any for the four out of his peripheral. "Gukko bird nabbed my rutsack. Tis just some trinkets, nothing fancy. M'pologies." He said, flashing icy blue eyes. "I suggest y'return what fell now and be a nice lad. Tis all I have." Suddenly, a fifth visitor plopped in the midst of the clearing, closer to Xeth than the Skakdi were, putting four on his left and one at his right. At his thigh, silently, a dagger began unsheathing itself slowly.

Le-Wahi is where CJ and I just started, if you're interesting. Well thats a little harsh, we've just started only a few days ago and you're demanding we be interesting? You know, that was a typo, but after considering it I'm gonna leave it the way it is.

The first time you see Masky is still the scariest moment for me out of any Slendy series. And that's from MH. I'd say MH is the scariest, EMH has the best writing and acting, and TT has the best effects.

{Time Stamp: Xeth, Le-Wahi, Morning} A branch snapped loudly a few dozen yards away from his rear, causing Xeth to shoot out of the bag as if fireworks had just gone off in his face, one armed reached behind his neck for one of the many weapons latched to his back. From out of the canopy three differently colored Skakdi had appeared, two from the west and another (with a hook for a hand, interestingly) from the east. They all had the same curious, enchanted look about their eyes as their gaze connected on the sack of treasury goodness sitting like a nest of fresh Tahtorak eggs behind Xeth. Xeth decided to play his usual grifter card. Arching his back forward and suddenly drawing a cane from seemingly no where, he waved innocuously at the slowly approaching threesome.

Le-Wahi is where CJ and I just started, if you're interesting.

I love you guys way too much to stay away for too long.

It's more than that. The proportions need to be right, and the mask has to be absolutely featureless. That is a lot harder to pull off in filming light than you'd imagine. And the arms and legs must be disproportionately long.

Xeth is in Le-Wahi. Hi Lloyd.

{Time Stamp: Xeth, Le-Wahi, Early Morning} Xeth suddenly noticed his load seemed to be getting lighter by the minute. He threw a glance over his shoulder and noticed small bits of sparkling trinkets sailing away into the cool morning air, falling haphazardly into the jungle. The sack must have ripped and he was now leaving a golden bread-crumb trail to his would-be hiding location. He needed to land to fix the problem, but by that time someone who noticed raining goodies from the sky would find him. And they would want a piece of the pie. And did they ransack a burning pirate ship? The answer to that riddle is no. Without any alternative however, Xeth lowered into a clearing below, setting the slightly lighter sack down to mull over how to fix the tear. He began to rummage through to see what he had lost, his upper half completely disappearing into the bag, leaving his midriff down quite exposed. As he flailed and swatted around the bag making a mental head count of what he had nabbed and what had fallen out, eyes from the trees began to move closer. OOC: This is an open invitation to anyone for interaction. Surely some of the treasury goodness could have fallen on someone's head and they decided to follow the trail to Xeth.

All I need is a Slendy puppet. We tried dressing up my friend as Slendy and... it didn't go well. There will be footage of this posted soon.

I just saw them live in Atlanta and I'm currently wearing their sweatshirt. So excited for the new album. Coldplay is love.

I'm just going to go on a limb and say it should be a running gag for everyone to pay different amounts for the same item. You see Billy bought a sword for 5 widgets? You pay 3. Someone tries to up your anty and buys a drink for 6. Some rich bugger settles down nearby and decides to be a braggadocio and buys the same drink and tips the bartender 20 widgets. Frankly, the whole widget thing doesn't matter. It'd be much funnier as a running gag where someone could introduce their character to another by simply telling them "You paid way too much for that drink."

I always assumed it was one dollar. Could we set something up for the sake of the RPG, not official by any means, because I've seen people pay 2 widgets for the same drink someone else paid 10 widgetsThat second person got ripped off, apparently.

That's actually really funny. I'm following OWS, so the title immediately stood out. You should do a series of these.

{Time Stamp: Xeth, The Pighammer, shores of Le-Wahi, approaching-dawn} Sometimes, an assassin relied on a strict order for a plan to go accordingly. Other times, chaos was just as good of a tool. In this circumstance, chaos had lent a friendly hand. Xeth had been perched above the ship near the crow's nest, silently observing the crew mates' tendencies and duties about the ship. The lookout was in a heap at the floor of the crow's nest, and Xeth was fondling one of his daggers slightly absent-mindedly, waiting for the crew to finish their tasks and head to their bunks, leaving only one or two left for night watch. That was the plan, originally. Wait for nap-time, take out the lookouts silently, and then proceed to rob the entire ship blind of everything they had and a nice pirate captain head for a hefty bounty. That was the plan. But then chaos popped in for a hello. A huge pyre erupted at the center of the ship, clearly the work of sabotage or other criminals like himself. Xeth watched with bemused interest as ship mates scrambled and barked meaningless orders as a series of raiders leapt onto the ship, some of which seemed to be equally bewildered by the now flaming mass of char and wasted wood as the crew. As the fires spread and distraction was at a high, Xeth shrugged, activated his Huna, and kicked off his jet pack. With the glow of the embers below, no one could distinguish the flames from his back from the ones flying everywhere in a circus of orange and yellow. He landed softly before the cabin entrances, took a quick sweep around, making sure the whole attention of the ship was focused on the other intruders and the fire and without further ado, crept inside. Beds were empty. Treasures were vulnerable. Invisible to the naked eye, Xeth took out a sack almost bigger than himself and began haphazardly tossing trinkets and jewelry and finely-crafted weapons into the sack, left behind seemingly for his picking pleasure. He marched down the aisles of hammocks and bunks, sticking his nose up at lesser trifles and taking what sparked his interest. He even nabbed a pillow with an interesting home-spun design. Probably from a grandmother. How sweet. Xeth was quite pleased with himself, humming over the sounds of screams and bellows and crackling wood above. He made his way to the captain's corridors, an overstuffed sack seemingly dragging itself down the smoke-filled halls jiggling and clacking like an overstuffed Christmas morning. There was a thunderous smash above and the ceiling gave way as a flaming mass of a person crashed down, hard. It was Eidolon, but Xeth did not know Eidolon and frankly had no interest in changing that now. He side stepped the groaning individual and kept on his merry way, beams of flickering orange light pooling into the dark corridors from above. Finally, the captain's quarters. Dramatically, the small figure kicked open the door Kool-Aid style, de-activating his Huna. To his disappointment, the captain was not there. He must have been upstairs, being important or something. Not wasting any time, Xeth began to rummage through everything he could get his hands on, chucking them into the sack leaning against the wall next to the ajar door. The captain was quite the collector, and there were more than a few special items Xeth took extra care with. Some maps here, a sword crafted from a Kikinalo horn there, a very nice wood-handled revolver, and what appeared to be a necklace with a massive Muaka fang dangling from it. All went sailing into the now almost-overflowing sack. Proud of his work, Xeth drew out his over-sized Magnetized Photon Sniper (or his MPS, as he called it, My Pretty Sally), and charged a massive bolt into the ceiling. Splinters and beams of light flew like shrapnel everywhere, and as the dust and flames began to lick the insides of the cabin, Xeth promptly grabbed the sack, hoisted it over his shoulders, and kicked off his blasters, sailing into the cool morning breeze and out of sight of the now sinking ship. He didn't get the captain's head, but with the amount of treasures he had now, he didn't need the money for the bounty anyway. With any luck, the captain would be at the bottom of the sea by now. Next mission: to find a safe hiding spot for his new pot of gold.

People need to stop asking permission to do interesting things. That takes away all the surprise. Just start doing it, and if people are paying attention they'll either help you or try to hinder you. Just don't do huge tasks in one post is all. That way, if what you're doing really isn't good for the benefit of the RPG, people can stop you in-game rather than out-of-game and it's generally just more fun for everyone.

Argh, I totally forgot about distros. >_< What was the Zoroark one? Anything special about it, or just a perfect IVed one?

I'm back for not even a day and I'm already back to being the guy The Friar uses to make examples with. Fantastic. Sup Tuck.

Name: UltanSpecies: ToaGender: MaleElement: FireMask: Kanohi Matatu (Telekinesis)Weapon(s): Splittable katana for duel swordsStrengths and Specialties: Agile, quick reflexes, mastery of element, alert, wise, and calculating.Exploitable flaws(s): Average speed, average strength, requires time to perform complex or specialized attacksOther: Ultan is a Toa of enigmatic origins. He is dressed in dark garb and seems to take on different shades of dark blue to jet black depending the light around him. He wears a customized Matatu that can glow in darkness at his command as a source of light. He keeps his motives to himself.Ultan is a high-caliber elementalist in Fire, in that, under the correct circumstances, he can create enough heat and friction in the air around him to create lightning. He cannot control lightning, but can launch it and direct it on heat flows in a direct line at a target. Beyond normal attributes to a fire user, it is also important to note that, for some unknown reason, Ultan's fire is green. Name: ZortenSpecies: ToaGender: MaleElement: Minerals (Crystal, raw ore, etc.)Mask: Kanohi Hau (Shielding)Weapon(s): Traditionally, a blade made of the hardest and sharpest diamond, but he can create any weapon he chooses to out of mineral componentsStrengths and Specialties: Resourceful, durable, resilient, mastery of element, quick reflexes, accuracy, good eye sightExploitable Flaws: Average speed, once defense is broken very vulnerableOther: Zorten is a courageous and curious Toa looking for a place and meaning. He spends much of his time honing his combative skills, and is highly adept at defensive and offensive maneuvers regarding crystal-based techniques. His armor is home-made and made of the toughest diamond imaginable and he is constantly looking for a challenge to rise against. He seeks to do good but sometimes simply tries to enjoy life when he can. He has a old soul for a young spirit, and is somewhat of a romantic. Name: XethSpecies: "Toa" (see Other)Gender: MaleElement: IronMask: Kanohi Noble Huna (Invisibility) and a powerless Kanohi Noble MahikiWeapon(s): Magnetized Photon Sniper, Charge-Tipped Bo-Staff, Stun-Gauntlet, brass knuckles, and two daggersStrengths and Specialties: Agile, calculating, accurate, mastery of element, intelligent, stealthyExploitable Flaws: Easily distracted, physically weak, average speedOther: Xeth is a hired assassin. Due to an unfortunate accident, Xeth's Mahiki malfunctioned and caused him to become stuck in the form of a Turaga permanently whilst on a mission. Since, he has come to accept his fate to use his new appearance to his advantage; however, he is just as dangerous as any fully-fledged Toa. What he now lacks in physical power he now has gained in heightened stealth and element of surprise. His Toa-level elemental powers remain the same, and he has a series of highly-complex weapons he has crafted himself. When he is out of a job, he designs weapons and plots new con jobs to make a living. He is somewhat aloof and easily distracted, and does not take lightly to be treated as an feeble elder. This sometimes causes him to give up his facade and lash out violently. He has a wise-crack sense of humor and loves competition. He claims to be the most skilled assassin in all the lands, and is willing to prove it for the right price. In the distant future, he will be known as the world's greatest Makuta Assassin. Due to his size and stature, however, he is extremely vulnerable to physical attacks if they hit. For this reason, he chooses to do much of his fighting at a distance unless his speed has the upper hand. If worst comes to worst, he relies on his jet pack to flee a scene.