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IC: Zeska "Well, maybe you should learn."

IC: Zeska "It's also a good strategy for pickpocketing."

IC: G a b e Gabe made a hat. OOC: OFI

IC: Jokaro Straining his eyes against the bright, sun-filled skies, and craning his neck to look the Toa in the eyes, Jokaro slowly processed the words in his mind. Weapons, huh? He closed the notebook, leaving it on his chest while he put his hands behind his head. "Sounds like you need some gas grenades. The ones I have in stock probably won't kill them or really even affect 'em, but I could whip up a couple'a types if yer a little patient. Smoke grenades to flush em out, or a serious poison to incapacitate or kill. Sound interestin' to ya?"

IC: Praxis "Oh yeah, most definitely. Nothing like starting and ending a hunt by drowning yourself in the cheapest swill." It was unclear whether he was sarcastic or serious.

IC: Tor, the bore "Well... what's keeping us? We should get going, right?" - - - - - - - - - - IC: Dessa "Oh, trinkets, odds and ends, that sort of thing. Mostly goods I've made myself." She motioned to her spread, "Take a look." - - - - - - - - - - IC: Roose Baby The Le-Toa flailed around a bit after being bumped into. He frantically looked around at his body, examining every limb. "...Have I gone invisible again?" - - - - - - - - - -

IC: Raaka The Skakdi looked over his shoulder at the fellow. He didn't much care for company right now, but it wasn't unwelcome either. "I fought here," Raaka said plainly, patting the stone wall nest to him.

IC: Zeska He grunted at the Toa's... appreciation of his cane before watching him intently as he strode away. It wasn't long before he bumped into another Toa, prompting the Skakdi to shake his head. "You make a habit of that, son?" he called over to the two of them, picking themselves up.

IC: Zeska bump This time, it was he who did the glaring. Apparently no one in this glorified cave watched where they were going. He eyed the Toa exasperatedly. Normally he'd give anyone who'd particularly him off a good thwack with his cane, but it wouldn't be prudent to do so down here. Words would have to do. "You have eyes, son?"

IC: Jokaro Still lounging outside the workshop, the Matoran produced a notepad and pencil and began scribbling down noted and sketches. Had been a while since he'd built anything. Mainly just been stockpiling his gas grenades and tinkering with gas masks and Patero launchers to fill the days. Might be time to build something new. OOC: Open for interaction.

IC: qt π "No promises." She slid her chair back, slowly attempting to rise. Doing so made a fairly alarming number of her joints pop. She stretched her arms above and behind her head to get the last few out. "Jeez, I feel like I've been sitting here for at least a year and a half." - - - - - - - - - - IC: Dessa Life wasn't too bad. If you like sitting around, with only the occasional passing traveler to chat with. Such was life on the Old Fusa Path. There wasn't a lot to go on out between Ta-Koro and Ga-Koro - just endless grassy hills to the average person. To Dessa, it was opportunity. She'd laboured endlessly to forge the beginning of a meager life out here, and she was satisfied. Just off the Path, where it branched off to Sky's Height's Way up into Ko-Wahi, sat a hovel. Built sturdily from stone, clay, and long grass, it stood prominently in an area devoid of anything but green grass and blue sky. It was a grey-brown monolith to dedication. It was Dessa's home. The Vortixx in question was seated just in front of her home, in a small booth made from the ashy wood of the Charred Forest. A sign on the front offered a selection of goods for the passing traveler: Fusa jerky, assorted berries, bags and pouches woven from flax, straw hats, flasks of water made from leaves and clay. Sales were few, but Dessa didn't mind. She was happy here as it was. - - - - - - - - - - IC: Roosevelt Ta-Koro. A marvelous fortress, fit for a king. It was beautiful. Who wouldn't want to set foot here. Emerging from the dank tunnels leading to Onu-Koro, into the fiery, ashen air of the village of fire was a man, a true warrior spirit, who knew where he was going. And he was going to Ta-Koro. And now he was here. And now he didn't know where he was going anymore. Hmm. Perhaps he should just challenge some worthy foes to mortal combat? Seemed like a good thing to do. OOC: Dessa and Roosevelt open for interaction.

OOC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FqA3ivAN6uI IC: Zeska "In Onu-Koro, there's gold in the streets." It was a saying he'd heard more than once. Or rather, it was a joke. Crime had a hard time spreading in Onu-Koro, and so the gold was literally in the streets, beneath the carved stone, in the walls and ceiling, just out of view. It was a joke that the old Skakdi hated. There was always money to be made, always people to cheat, always something to steal. Didn't matter where. Even if Onu's ###### was tighter than - bump "Oh, excuse me, sir." Zeska grunted and pushed the Matoran aside with his cane, eliciting a glare which the Skakdi didn't care to return. Where was he? Oh, right. The ######iest place to make a dishonest buck. OOC: Zeska open for interaction.

OOC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ySx7bbwf1s IC: Jokaro Sure was boring around here. The Po-Matoran sat slouched outside Farzan's workshop in a shoddy lounge chair made from scrap. A hat with a rather large brim shaded his face as he relaxed, feet up and fingers laced over his chest, a toothpick shifting lazily between his lips. Wonder if the Akiri has anything he needs building. Life was slow in Po-Koro these days. Slow and bloody hot. Still, better than being in Ko-Koro, he figured. Maybe Forsi was more lively. - - - - - - - - - - IC: Savfina Forsi was dead. Figuratively, not literally. Though, the Turaga was getting to the latter herself - and she was certain she'd die before the dock workers got her machine onto the boat. She couldn't really blame them, though. Figuring out the logistics of getting an Exo-Matoran loaded onto a barge were beyond her, and they were having difficulty figuring out the answer themselves. After brushing off several apologies about the wait from the dockmaster, Savfina decided that a quick stroll through town wouldn't be too bad. And it was at that point where she discovered that there were fewer beings than she could count on her fingers on the streets, and as many buildings to match. Sighing, she turned back to the elevator down to the docks. She really didn't want to wait around all day, but patience was key, she reminded herself. Taking a few breaths, Savfina decided to find a spot with a view. Looking around the edge of the cliff, she found a sizeable rock. Carefully climbing on top and perching herself on it, the Po-Turaga treated herself to a spectacular view of Naho Bay. She could even see Ga-Koro. Perhaps a little meditation was in order. OOC: Jokaro and Savfina open for interaction.

IC: Raaka Back in the drifts again. It seemed like he'd spent years getting his leg healed in Ta-Koro, but it was just barely a couple weeks. And now he was back here. In this cold wasteland. It was the Legacy, as he'd learned, that had taken Ko-Koro and driven the sick and injured to flee from the Nuju-Marion hospital. Ah, there it was now, half covered in crystal and ice, gaping holes blasted into it - the hospital itself. What a sick joke that battle was, in his memory. Mercenaries, terrorists and all sorts of unsavoury types descending on a ruin of a building, while those inside simply wanted to flee. He strode up to the wall of the hospital nearest him, running his hand over the cold stone. Peering inside, he could still see blood, dried and frozen. Ko-Koro was not too far from here. Looking up the slopes of the Wahi's mountains, he could just about see it to the East. Whatever. He sat on the edge of the hole blasted into the wall. Let them come if they must. OOC: Raaka open for interaction.

IC: Praxis Nothing like a cold beer after a day of hard work... is what Praxis would have thought if he ever did anything deserving of the label 'hard work'. Even still, he enjoyed his undeserved beer. The joint wasn't too bad. Lots of unsavoury types in the pub - perfect for him, if anyone had a bounty on their head. Maybe then he'd deserve his drink. OOC: Praxis open for interaction.

IC: Gabe The Hatmaster didn't understand why the inhabitants of Ga-Koro were so rude. Everywhere he went - rude gesture here, shaken fist there, insults everywhere. What is wrong with these people? he wondered to himself as he stole another Ga-Matoran's harakeke and quickly wove it into a fedora while she wasn't looking. When she finally looked over to see where her plant matter had gone, Gabe tossed the fedora into her face, eliciting a squeal of frustration and another few choice words of contempt. Nobody appreciates my art, he sulked, strolling away from the judging glares of the villagers. Absentmindedly, and thumbing a trillby he kept on his person, the Hatmaster wandered into a random building. Maybe these people might appreciate his talents. OOC: Your lord and saviour is open for interaction.

IC: There was some thunder rumbling about water or something. "Urban legend, my dudes," she managed to let slip as her senses slowly returned. Her stomach rumbled as well. That ain't Saeva's mom's spaghetti.

IC: uh what Did I space out ｓ ｎ ａ ｐ 　 ｂ ａ ｃ ｋ 　 ｔ ｏ 　 ｒ ｅ ａ ｌ ｉ ｔ ｙ Oop, there goes gravity. Did somebody spike her ###### waffles OOC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJvuVg4V87k

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Sorry for the absence, folks. I've been away from the site for a while and I'm gonna be away a while longer. For whoever has one of my characters in a group right now, feel free to bunny them along. If interaction is absolutely needed then send me a PM.

IC: Raaka He shrugged, apathetic. "Just making sure. It'd be a shame to have to cook your steaks over a heatstone." He paused, unconsciously rubbing at a scar running down the side of his face. "They taste funny, done like that," he muttered.

IC: Raaka ... "I hope you don't consider that a supplementary replacement for an actual campfire," he remarked, indicating the heatstone.

IC: Torana There was something coldly unnerving about that smile.

IC: Torana "Says the cop who was sparring with us just yesterday."

IC: Torana llllllet's get ready to ruuuuuuuuuuumble