Progenitus Worldsoul

IC: Kamaehu sighed, then pushed himself away from the wall so he too was by the door. "It's Kamaehu, and I don't really like to talk through doors."

OOC: I'm back!IC: Jikal's conversation was interrupted by a knock. Or rather, two sets of knocks. The first was a lazy series of five punches, rapping quickly against the door. A few seconds later, the second knock followed, three heavier blows crisply hitting the door, evenly spaced this time. Outside the room, two Toa stood waiting. Kamaehu leaned lightly against the opposite wall, watching the door, while Ara'kas stood squarely in the center of the hallway, looking towards the stairs.

I concur with this Martin van buren guy.

IC: Kamaehu glanced at the marks on Hasil's cheeks. "Here, we keep our marks on our armor. Some people don't take kindly to resistance." He then paused, drawing his sword and studying it for a second. "Avya, if you had the chance, would you want a different weapon?"

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IC: "Lot of good that slingshot did you, eh Grochi?" Chuckled Arzanyos. "By the way Raknar, I've been hearing to stay away from Ko-wahi. There be crazies up there."

IC: "What is it with people and decorating others with scars?" Kamaehu muttered to Hasil. "They're not all that useful."

IC: "Doomslayer!" Arzanyos shouted, whirling at the other toa's emergence. "How've you been?"

IC: "Suuure." Arzanyos drawled skeptically. "Last time I checked, you didn't have a girlfriend. But anyway, about that position?"

IC: "Yeah, I reckon ya did." Arzanyos shrugged, not knowing whether he was being rebuked or Raknar was still under the effects of the pills. "Raknar, I think you've been drugged or something."

IC: By this time, Arzanyos was slamming his head against the ship's walls from Raknar's inanities. "Raknar, Just shut up or something. Here, you wan me to knock some sense into you? 'Cause I'm about to."

OOC: Well, Actually I did mean Stronin but whatever.IC: "Uh, um, n-no." Isfel sputtered, backing away from Rannin. "I don't do poetry."

IC: Raknar felt a tap on his shoulder. The Overly-Happy-at-the-Time Skakdi turned, but was greeted only by the swirling of Arzanyos cloak, as the toa had spun away already. "Hey Rakanar, I've been thinkin'. Can I get a title like them other peoples. Also, that quartermaster fellow don't seem that nice. Need him gone?"

IC: "Hey, can you help me up?" Isfel called to Stronin. "I think I accidentally clotheslined myself."

OOC: Actually going to do things with Isfel.IC: "Hey, Vernadon. I think I'll take a little trip and let you and the others sort all this out. I'll be back in a week or so." As the young Toa walked away, he started to fiddle with his sword once more. Unfortunately, he couldn't see where he was going, he accidently ran into Stronin. "Sorry 'bout that." Isfel said from the ground, which he had been knocked to.

IC: Dathros grinned as he got out of the elevator. As far as he could tell, there were only for in the group. Hopefully, that would be enough. "So, where do we start?"

IC: "Now I know you. You won't get a warning next time, Iris." Kamaehu said darkly, before turning away. Hasil and Ara'kas were both shuffling impatiently nearby. Kamaehu walked over to them glancing over his shoulder once. "We should leave. no good will come out of this." he said softly, so that Jikal and Tuara couldn't hear. "By the way, Nikaron, have you healed your face yet?"

IC: Ara'kas shrugged. "Yeah we probably should leave. I just have to wait till Kamaehu's done with this. "

IC: As he looked to see the newcomer, Kamaehu picked up on the change in Jikal's eye color. Sighing softly, he walked in front of the Toa of lightning. "Iris, I presume?"

IC: Kamaehu turned away from Avya, looking to Angelus. he seemed unusually somber. "Did it work?" He asked gently.

IC: Kamaehu chuckled softly. "Pretty fancy stuff, but it's not really necessary with a knife. Would you like to find out if you've got anything else to show?"

IC: Dathros stood, emptying his mug in one massive draught. "Where to first?"

IC: Kamaehu walked away from Jikal, distancing himself from their Iden induced silliness. He found himself walking towards Avya. "Do you know how to use that, or are you just carrying it?" He asked the plasma Toa, pointing to her knife.

IC: "GUNNER!" Arzanyos disappeared, clapping the first mate on the back when he reappeared a second later. "Where'd you been? Why don't you want your sandwich?"

IC: Kamaehu gave Wraith a mirthless half smile. "I'll try my hardest to get to him first." He paused to assess the situation. Angelus, Tuara, Jolek, and Jikal were plotting/ vying for control over Jikal's mind. Nikaron was being obstinate and not getting his face healed. Avya seemed to be coming out of her guilt complex, and Ara'kas was being aloof. Raion and Kitsune were leaving, and Tawara didn't seem to be doing anything. Oh, and Hasil was still being injured. Bored, the warrior tossed his sword into the air and caught it as it came down. "Is this mass of people going to actually do anything, or are we just going to continue to clog the streets of the city?"