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burned Takua with a torch. Jaller then...

Tosses you into the acid bath with the mask, then grabs the mask out, slightly hurting himself in the process, though not badly.My mask, and this time I won't put it on.

Out comes a skull.In goes a laser.

Throws a kitten at you because you are allergic to adorableness and asdf movie references.My mask. You must now also forcibly remove my face with it.

IC-Jan'antel:Limping up to the doors of the pretty much empty, tiny hospital, Jan'antel knocks once and hears nothing. Deciding that he would see what was inside, he opens the door and limps in, trying to find the office of the person who owns the place....After a few minutes of searching, Jan'antel came to find what he wanted, only to see the medic sleeping at a desk."Hello?" Jan'antel asks, a little quieter than he would normally speak. "Sorry to interrupt your nap, but may I please have some help here?"OOC: I'm assuming that Virthee is asleep at the hospital, seeing as you said he has next to nobody coming in there.

Rips himself out of Kirby, then puts on the dead body, shocking you so much you drop the mask and I pick it up.My mask.

Regenerates behind you and sticks a knife in the back of your head, grabbing the mask as you fall.My mask.

I hit you with a acid rohtuka, causing you to to melt but not the mask.My mask.(I reeeeaaallly wanna put it on)

IC-Jan'antel:Jan'antel, Sen'anth of his tribe, walked through the dunes until he finally came upon the edun/city of Po-Koro. He was limping slightly, as a strange beast had attacked him as he walked, cutting into his leg. He had heard that there was a proficient doctor living here, who used less artificial means to heal his patients, and instead treated them with only what could come directly from the land...in other words, he treated his patients as a Mri treated their patients....Jan'antel walked into the city, reading the strange writing on the signs in the area. It was different from how he wrote, but he was trained to understand this language too. He saw that the hospital was farther back through the city, so he limped off in the direction it was.OOC: This one's for you, V-3. (Yes, I will still call you that. Even though you call yourself Zoma now.)

IC-Grochi:Grochi started gaining speed on Windfly, noticing she was walking slower than he had seen her going through the city earlier."You're moving rather slowly, aren't you?" He drawled as he walked past her, not looking back."Whoever gets to the dock last is a monkey's uncle!" He called back at her.

OOC: This will be my last post for a while, Hasil will wake back up once I'm back from my youth group.IC-Hasil:Hasil felt himself being picked up, and he let them touch him, if only for the time being. He heard somebody mention Zyckel having a sister, it seemed, and a hospital. The strain of keeping himself awake was becoming too much, so he let himself drift off into his blissful slumber again.OOC: Please be careful with him, will you?

IC-Kal:"Oh, yes," Kal says, sitting down besides Jild. "I completely forgot about this game. What was it you said we were playing? Something called 'magic,' correct?"

OOC: His arm is broken, and it ripped through his muscles and a major artery. There is also slight internal bleeding, but that is somewhat less serious than his arm right now.IC-Hasil:Hasil felt something moving around in his arm that woke him up from his sleep...How long had he been out? What had happened to him?Then he remembered. Voices in the woods. Killing a muaka. He felt pain all over, but at least he didn't have blood dripping from his arm now. He tried to stand, but he felt incredibly weak, so all he managed was to pull himself up to a sitting position, leaning against the so called Zyloe this person had created. He looked over at this Toa of Iron, who had made an iron...plug for his wound."Thanks for the help," he said in the Hal'ari, then, noting the toa's incredulous expression, he said it again in Matoran language. "Get the smith Zyckel, he's the only one here who knows me..."OOC: Have fun with this, V-3.

IC-Kal:"No, friend, we didn't forget about you," Kal said, looking over towards the other toa in there. "You're just very quiet, and you never gave us your name. Would you like to join in on our fish-language discussion?"

OOC: May somebody please help my character, instead of nonchalantly sipping coffee as I lay there dying? And I'm only one being...IC-Hasil:Hasil knew he hit the ground, he could feel the pain in his neck, but he was slowly becoming numb...the world was spinning around him, and he was lying in a small pool of blood from his arm. I...will...not...give...in! He though, and he slowly tried to get up, but fell onto his broken arm, only aggravating the injury."Ah!" He cried out in pain, then bit his tongue to keep from revealing any weakness to these tsi'mri around him. He noticed the other toa standing beside him. He grabbed his arm and yanked him down, and whispered, "Get...help..." Before he fell completely unconscious.

IC-Grochi:"No worries," Grochi said happily, "I don't really leave anything of value in my home anyways." He followed Windfly, due to the fact that she most likely knew the land better than him, he-who-couldn't-find-the-cardinal-directions-with-a-compass.

OOC: Truly? Well, hopefully there's a good healer somewhere in the Koro.IC-Hasil:Hasil walked into the Koro, and promptly headed for Zyckel's shop, bleeding all the way.If there isn't a healer in this Koro, I don't know what I will do, he thought to himself. As he stepped near the shop, he saw a female Toa walking into the blacksmith's shop with Zyckel. Strange, he thought, I wonder what they're doing....As he walked even closer to the shop, he saw a Toa leaning on some sort of contraption with multiple steel bars attached to a frame, with hollow tubes running under them. Gods, Hasil thought, Do I really want to know what that is?Walking up to this Toa, he barely managed to say, "What exactly is that creation of yours?" Before he promptly fainted due to blood loss.OOC: Somebody, find help fast.

OOC: Good idea.IC-Grochi:As Windfly walked out, he noticed that she hadn't closed or locked the hut. He just laughed slightly and did so."Lesson number one," he said to Windfly as they walked off towards the sea, "Always close the doors and lock them if you're the last person to leave. People steal things in normal society, and it is very annoying to get that taken care of."OOC: You get to be the one to lead us to them.

OOC: It's a good thing that Hasil isn't there right now, isn't it? IC: HasilHasil walked through the Wahi, staying away from that forest. Something was wrong there...he couldn't place his finger on it, but something just wasn't right about that place. Then, he made the worst mistake he could...instead of thinking with the land, paying attention to what was going on around him, he instead focused more of his thoughts on the forest, leading him not to notice the sound of the Muaka slowly slinking along behind him.He turned one way around the rock, while the Muaka turned around the other way, surprising him when it came into view. He exclaimed in fright, and managed to throw one of his as'ei at the creature's eye before he was struck....The world spun around him...he noticed that he was lying on the ground, and he had a knife in his hand. The other hand...he couldn't feel. He stood up and his right arm hung limp at his side, bleeding from where bone had torn through his muscle. His back hurt, and it also pained him just to walk. Then he saw the Muaka again. It had an as'ei blade buried in one of its eyes, obviously causing it pain, though it still continued to attack him. He managed to roll backwards out of the way of the cat's large claw, and he managed to draw his av'ein-kel one handed. The Muaka swung again; he ducked under its claw and ran up towards its throat. As it bent its head down to bite him, he held his sword straight up.He recoiled as the cat's blood landed on him, though thankfully it would not stain his robes. He withdrew his sword, and pulled the as'ei blade out of the cat's eye. Both he cleaned with a couple handfuls of volcanic sand, then he sheathed them. He then set about the task of rubbing the blood out of his robes with more sand. Once he was done, he stood up and began the long trek back to the Koro, though not before he took a tooth and a claw each from the muaka.OOC: V-3, is that healer of yours still here? I need him to set a broken arm.

IC-Grochi:"You would be surprised," Grochi said to her. "It actually doesn't impart that much sweetness to it, more of a slight hint that adds a nice, subtle aroma to the meat," he said, explaining some of his culinary expertise as well."But enough of that, we need to head off!" He said happily, then grabbed his instruments and walked out of the hut.OOC: Looking for a good sailor...anybody know one?

OOC: He just pm'd me about that, V-3. xDIC-Hasil:Walking down the street, Hasil was juggling his two as'ei due to having a lack of something to do. His j'tai jingled on his honors belt as he strode down the street, out into the Wahi. He found this area refreshing to be in, due to the fact that it was somewhat similar to where he used to live. He had heard of a place called Po-Wahi that was much more similar, but until he was done here he didn't plan to move off.As he was walking along he came to a forest, completely burnt and dying. Figuring that here might be a good place to search for anything unusual, he walked into the forest. Nearly immediately he felt that there was something watching him, that he had eyes on his back every step he took. He held his as'ei in his hands, ready to stab or throw at any moment, when he heard a slight murmuring on the wind.I see you...Hasil turned with a speed attainable by none but a Mri and threw his as'ei. They whirled into a tree behind him and stuck in it, but there was nothing there. Hasil grabbed them and stalked out of that forest, keeping a watchful eye to every shadow.I'm still here, Hasil heard once he finally got out of that god-forsaken place.OOC: The bag I left on your countertop should be more than enough to pay, V-3. Oh, by the way, was that little encounter in the forest suitable dramatic enough?

IC:"Well, you can always use it in a more liquidious form to marinate the meat," Grochi said, basing that off past experience. "It helps to tenderize it and gives it a bit more flavor."Well, he thought, good to know my plan worked.

IC-Halis:"Actually," Halis said, "The armour I need repaired is in the form of multiple scale-armour plates inside my robes, that I already took the liberty of removing as I wated for you." Saying this, he handed Zyckel a big set of bronze-colored plates, that were chipped, dinged and dented until they barely fit together or fit onto a man's body anymore. "So," he responded, "I won't really need to borrow any armour. Is that acceptable? Also, thank you for deciding to repair my sword, I couldn't find a competent smith elsewhere in the Koro who I would trust to repair it."He was still playing towards Zyckel's ego, hoping to convince him to work on the sword rather than pass it off to any random smith. His weight and that of his weapons had returned to normal, so that he may walk without inconvenience, and so he left the rest of the bag of widgets he had obtained on the counter and walked away from the shop.OOC: Ah, finally...no more shenanigans. I think I can breathe again.

I take Lesovikk out of your original MNCN comedy and have him stab you with his sword through the heatlight, then I take the mask and bash Lesovikk to death with it.My mask.

OOC: Ah, the shenanigans..I think I'm going to die...xD IC: Hasil "Alright then, if it is beneath your great skills, then you should be able to repair it in no time. That, and I don't think you'll ever have seen a sword of such quality as mine." Saying this, he held up his damaged av'tlen, with part of the guard sheared off and multiple chips in the blade. "When it was whole it was magnificent, almost the quality of this armour that you make. In fact, I must say, that not even our smiths could make armour as great as yours, though we focus on our weapons mainly, as opposed to our armour. You see, where we came from, wearing too much armour would most likely kill us...though we would sell some armour to any Tsi'mri we were allied with at the time, and they would be mightily impressed with what you have made, I must say." He handed over his av'tlen short sword, so that Zyckel might inspect it. "You see, the main reason I need that repaired is not only for use as a weapon, but because it is the most commonly used tool of my people. We us it to hunt, to help with our cooking, pretty much anything. The as'ei are too small to use for most situations, and, by that standpoint, the av'ein-kel is too large. So, tell me now, will you help me repair my sword along with my armour? It would make me the envy of my tribe, and I would most likely tell them of your smithing prowess." Some of the things he was saying were only half-truths, though everything else was completely true. You see, his species never lied...but they didn't tell everybody everything.